"Second!"

Mr. Xu looked at the wild ginseng carefully dug out by Mr. Xu, not to mention how sour he was. The family's luck is not bad, it seems that the second is better.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Xu Lao er's face was as happy as a flower.

The ginseng he dug was sent to the city for sale. At least it was tens of taels of silver. If you meet the urgent need, it's no trouble to sell a hundred taels of silver.

"Help me carry it!"

"I'm tired!"

Mr. Xu threw the pheasant in his hand to Mr. Xu.

"Good!"

Although they are a little bit naive, the strength of their arms is definitely the first among the three brothers of the Xu family.

"Give me the ginseng!"

Watching Xu Laoer pick up the pheasant, Xu Laozi took the wild ginseng from Xu Laoer's hand.

Now the family is not bad for money. It's good to make it and keep it as a family heirloom for the family to use.

Mr. Xu thought happily.

……

When the three men returned to Lingshui village, Ma liu'er took off his coat and wrapped the old man's wild ginseng. Then, in a casual manner, he lifted the coat in his hand.

Such a large wild ginseng is really rare.

The so-called lack of money.

This wild ginseng, it is also a fortune, but also a big fortune.

Although the folk customs of Lingshui village are simple, who can guarantee that no one will have bad thoughts? Moreover, once the villagers see the eldest wild ginseng, they will shout everywhere.

At that time, the news will show that whether you keep it or sell it, it may attract people's concern.

After entering the village, the three men met a lot of villagers. They were still envious when they saw the rabbits and pheasants they were carrying.

However, Mr. Xu soon found out that the focus of the villagers' attention did not seem to be their three sons.

"Brother, go home quickly!"

Seeing Mr. Xu, the father-in-law of the Yue family immediately said, "the county government is coming again!"

"What?"

As soon as he heard Yue's words, Xu immediately called on Xu and Xu to run, and rushed back to Xu's home.

At the moment, outside the courtyard of Lao Xu's family, a man in a gray robe is waiting there with a small team of Yamen servants.

Chuckling, Murakami Guan talked to the man in the grey robe.

"I'm sorry, I just came back from the mountain. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Mr. Xu stepped forward in a hurry and began to say hello from a long distance.

When he saw the face of the man in the grey robe, he almost lost his shirt.

Because this man is the county magistrate Zuo Qiu!

"The grass people have seen you, my Lord!"

"Don't be polite, brother."

Zuo Qiu came forward and held the old man Xu, who was going to give a big gift. "I'm here in casual clothes. I don't want to talk about this!"

"Thank you

Naturally, Mr. Xu would not be polite to Zuo Qiu.

"I don't know if you are coming today, but what's your order?"

"Well, your father and son have made great contributions. I've already played this part, but it will take some time for the reward from the imperial court to come down. I thought that if my brother wanted to, I could find a job as a petty official for your son in the county government! "

"My Lord, this can't be used, can't be used!"

At Zuo Qiu's words, master Xu's head would become a rattle.

A petty official's job?

In Mr. Xu's opinion, it is really not fragrant!