After the immortal disappeared

Chapter 6 Chapter 6-7 Don’t spend too little money

For monsters and some humans, these dried meats are delicious snacks.

The father and son, Uncle Hao and the housekeeper searched hard, but still didn't find anything that caught their eyes, so they had to give up.

He Lingchuan lowered his head and quietly glanced at the necklace around his neck.

This thing was different and no longer the original. He repeatedly considered giving it away, but there was always a voice in his heart reminding him: Never show it to anyone!

This premonition was so strong that he struggled for a long time before deciding to follow his heart.

"Take these back. The two guards are still under the supervision of Hongbaidao. Yes, I remember that Hongbaidao has a farm in the southern suburbs. There is probably no one near the village during the slack season. Do you understand Lingchuan?...Hmm Okay, let's go after dinner and make it nice." He Chunhua turned to Uncle Hao and said, "Ah Hao, please stay for a while."

He Lingchuan took the order and went out, but Uncle Hao stayed where he was.

After the figure of the eldest son of the He family disappeared behind the porch, He Chunhua said to Uncle Hao: "Tell me everything that happened today."

Uncle Hao came one by one without adding any fuel or jealousy.

After hearing this, He Chunhua nodded and let him leave.

The feeding room became quiet, and He Chunhua stared at the leopard corpse on the table, lost in thought for a long time.

Butler Wu was waiting nearby until the time for two sticks of incense had passed before he reminded him: "Master, it's time for dinner."

Sheriff He said "hmm" and said, "What do you think about this?"

"The eldest young master seems to be acting recklessly, but he actually handled it well." Butler Wu said with a smile, "You shouldn't let those two guards run around the city and make inquiries."

"You little bastard should be more careful. It seems that his serious injury this time is a blessing in disguise." Sheriff He let out a soft breath.

"I was originally worried, but the young master's temper suddenly changed for the better. Now I should be relieved."

"Yes." Sheriff He said quietly, "Let's go and have dinner."

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No matter how much Governor He yearns for his hometown, no matter how much He's house resembles the style of a capital city, he still has to bow to reality for three meals a day, and eat about the same as the locals of Blackwater City.

After all, if you rely on mountains, you must eat mountains, if you rely on water, you must eat water, and if you rely on soil, you must eat soil.

He Lingchuan ate half of the boiled lamb leg in front of him. This is a real stew with water. At most, some ginger and green onion can be put into the water to remove the fishy smell.

Stewed to bring out the original flavor. The mutton is already crispy and chewy, and when dipped in some chili pepper and spicy salt, it is really delicious. He Lingchuan personally cut a piece, dipped it in it, and ate it. He sighed with satisfaction.

The chef hired by the Sheriff's Mansion only uses bighorn sheep that are less than one and a half years old. This sheep likes to wander around the Gobi desert and often eats herbs such as Podopod and Scutellaria baicalensis. As a result, its meat has a rich and mellow flavor, which is very different from its counterparts elsewhere. It is a specialty on Hongya Road.

Sitting next to He Chunhua was a beautiful woman in fine clothes, scooping up millet porridge and blowing it twice before drinking it slowly. Her unhurried attitude was in sharp contrast to He Lingchuan's big mouthful of meat.

This is He Chunhua's first wife and the head mistress of the He Mansion, Ying Hongchan. Occasionally she tasted a piece of mutton, but the butler had to pick it off for her so that it was pleasing to the eye.

She listened to the conversation between her husband and her youngest son with a smile on her face, and occasionally glanced at He Lingchuan.

Their family of four is here, neat and tidy.

He Chunhua was discussing this year's taxes in Qiansong County with his youngest son.

Yes, taxes. One of the topics talked about by the residents of Blackwater City is that Governor He's most effective assistant is not the senior accountant, nor his subordinates, but his youngest son, He Yue, who is under fourteen years old.

This child could read at the age of three and could recite 300 poems by heart at the age of seven. The following year, the He Mansion sent two accountants to prison - He Yue had no time to clean up the account books and calculated several old bad debts. , and also picked out two fat and white rice worms.

When He Yue was twelve years old, in addition to being successful in chessboard calligraphy and painting, he began to give advice on the government affairs of County Sheriff He... Oh no, he was making suggestions.

He Chunhua is not a pedantic old scholar. His younger son's suggestions are clear and effective. Of course, he encourages them with both hands. The more He Yue worked, the more confident he became, and he could even share some of his father's work.

So this scenario is very common now.

He Lingchuan did not participate in their discussion, and did not say a word. He just wanted to enjoy the food quietly. After all, the original person did this in the past.

He couldn't get a word in at all.

The He brothers all inherited their father's good looks. He Lingchuan was chiseled, tall and handsome, while He Yue had delicate features, more like Mrs. Ying.

But their characteristics are completely different.

He Yue had a photographic memory, and as the eldest son, He Lingchuan would definitely fall asleep within a quarter of an hour of reading, which was better than any tranquilizer.

The only thing more annoying than "someone else's child" is "my brother is a top student".

It was truly an all-round, no-dead-end crush.

"Okay, let's eat!" Ying Hongchan interrupted the conversation between one parent and one child, "If you don't move the chopsticks, the food will be cold."

In fact, if he didn't move the chopsticks, He Lingchuan would almost finish the food.

He practices martial arts and his appetite is more than double that of ordinary people.

Seeing that Ying Hongchan personally brought a soft fried river shrimp to He Yue, He Lingchuan wiped his hands with a towel: "Second brother, send a customs clearance document to Liu Baobao's chamber of commerce tomorrow. His caravan will be back soon. I don't want to Stuck at Baitong Pass."

"I told you not to call me second child!" It's so unpleasant. He Yue really hates this title. "I was just about to tell you that the Liu Family Chamber of Commerce has been in arrears in vehicle and horse tax for two years. Including late payment fines, it's about seven More than a hundred taels. They will get the customs clearance order after they make up the amount."

"If the caravan doesn't come back, we won't be able to hand over these seven hundred taels." He Lingchuan said with a smile, "We are all old acquaintances. Just be accommodating for once, and I will keep an eye on it for you."

He Yue wanted to say something else, but He Chunhua spoke first: "It's okay, let's send out the documents."

He made the final decision, and He Yue could only respond angrily and glare at He Lingchuan again.

What accommodation is "once"? This happened eight times out of ten times. Every time he went to watch it in person, he always forgot about it!

But my father turned towards the eldest brother.

He Lingchuan raised the sea buckthorn juice to him and grinned.

In fact, after one or two visits, he understood clearly that this was not about enriching his own pocket, but about working for his father. After all, County Sheriff He is an official, and sometimes it is inconvenient for him to come forward, so his son does it for him.

"Speaking of which, my elder brother's expenses have indeed dropped this month. He only spent more than 200 taels from the government. The usual 900 taels can't even make ends meet." He Yue said, "But after you are injured, you need to see a doctor and take medicine and supplements." , and spent more than three hundred taels of silver..."

He Lingchuan's heart skipped a beat and he quickly pretended to be impatient: "I know, I know, isn't it because I have been lying in bed for too long and there is no chance? I know that I have spent less, so I will work harder next month!"

Tell-tale signs are everywhere. He didn't expect that he would become more suspicious if he spent less money.

A rough calculation is that one tael of silver can be exchanged for a thousand yuan. Mr. He's usual monthly expenses are 900,000 yuan!