Chapter 716: Mountains and Forests Still There, Green Waters Remain

"Frog Duke, it is rumored that he is the sub-father of the Frog Clan, with extraordinary status, a natural alien species, with the ability to seek good fortune and avoid disaster. Su invited him to be in charge of divination in the River Patrol Office."

Seeing Ran Zhongshi explained.

Liang Qu: "?"

Not seen for two months, how did the old toad get an official position? And Su invited him?

He looked up.

Su Guishan covered his face and drank tea.

Guard against day and night, it is hard to guard against family thieves!

Thought for a while.

"How much salary per month?"

Seeing Ran Zhongshi didn't know why Liang Qu cared about this, but didn't hide it: "Official position is from the eighth rank, salary is two levels higher, treated as the seventh rank, and the River Patrol Office, from the Commandant down to the river officials, must call him Frog Duke respectfully."

Whoo.

Still good.

Registrar is not a big official, more like a civil official staff, responsible for giving suggestions, treatment is average, power is not much, only responsible to the superior, no power to transfer and dominate, oil and water are pitifully small, just relying on the salary of the seventh rank, there is not much silver in a year, at most a few hundred taels.

He has a fifth-rank title, a fifth-rank rank, plus a fifth-rank real power official, three salaries superimposed, the money in hand becomes considerable, reaching ten thousand taels a year.

Discussed summer matters with the officials.

Go out.

Ke Wenbin bumped Liang Qu's shoulder.

"Ah Shui, went to the capital, did my parents ask you to bring anything back?"

"Naturally, I was just about to tell you, I brought a lot of things back this time, there are more than thirty boxes, all on the ship, most of them are food and utensils, everyone has them."

Everyone stopped and brightened their eyes.

"Hurry, hurry, lead me!"

"Just happened to have no money! Wrote a letter before the New Year asking my mother to send money."

On the treasure ship.

The youth of Yixing Town stepped on the springboard and moved the goods.

These people were all good seedlings that Liang Qu specifically arranged to study martial arts in the martial arts hall before leaving.

It is unrealistic to break the skin pass in two months, but after practicing martial arts for a while, everyone is tall and straight, and there are a few tendons on their arms, full of spirit.

Learned that Liang Qu returned home.

Several people rushed back from the martial arts hall for the first time to greet and help.

Xiang Fang Su stood at the port, opened the large envelope on the spot, dipped his thumb in saliva, and counted the large silver banknotes inside.

No surprise.

In so many envelopes, more or less, silver banknotes were stuffed, and judging from the size of the banknotes, the smallest was several tens of thousands of taels.

Ke Wenbin hugged the box and envelope, probing his head, scratching his temples.

"Not right, Ah Shui, just my parents'? No one else's?"

Xiang Fang Su sneered when he heard this: "How rare, besides parents, whose else do you want?"

"You think I'm a bachelor like you?" Ke Wenbin stretched his neck, looking disdainful, "I have a marriage contract!"

"Heh, just a marriage contract, don't think you're married, maybe you'll be regretted one day..."

"Pfft! Jealous, right!"

"There really is!" Liang Qu interrupted the dispute.

"Ha, I said so." Ke Wenbin waved his hand, "Hurry up, what are you hiding, take it out quickly! I'll treat you to dinner another day, wait, what's your expression?"

"Before leaving, Miss Su asked me to bring a small wooden box, but on the way to Cangzhou, it happened to have a fight with the Ghost Mother Sect Jiang Zongshi, the ship broke a big hole, and twelve large boxes were lost. The Magistrate of Cangzhou sent thousands of people to salvage, but after searching for several days, only nine were found, and the remaining three are missing."

Gulp.

Swallowed saliva.

"What do you mean, lost?"

Liang Qu looked up and sighed.

"One of the three boxes contained the wooden box."

"This... no, you didn't lie to me?" Ke Wenbin was struck by lightning, looking around. "How come their letters were not lost, but mine was? Didn't you put them together?"

"I didn't expect it either." Liang Qu spread his hands, "Originally they were all put in the dark grid, but Miss Su came late. At that time, I felt it was troublesome to open and close again, so I put it in the box."

Xiang Fang Su folded the silver banknotes and tucked them into his bosom, making fun: "Lost is good, save it from being annoying when you see it!"

"Pity..." Bai Yinbin grinned, very regretful.

"Time and fate, no way, accept it." Seeing Ran Zhongshi patted Ke Wenbin's shoulder.

Ke Wenbin was visibly lonely, sat on the box and sighed.

"How could it be lost..."

"Hahaha, okay, just a joke, the valuables are all properly put away!"

Ke Wenbin looked up.

The otter carried the sun on its back, dyed with a layer of gold, ran to the bow and dropped the wooden box, and Liang Qu reached out and caught it.

"Damn, be gentle!"

Ke Wenbin stood up, snatched it away.

Bai Yinbin, Seeing Ran Zhongshi, Xiang Fang Su, and others gathered around.

"Open it and see what's in the box."

"Is there a letter, read it out and listen."

"Yes, yes, haven't heard storytelling for many days, stuffy."

"Roll, roll, roll!"

Ke Wenbin spat twice, hugged the wooden box, and ran back to the River Patrol Office to enjoy it alone.

On the bluestone street, the spring grass is dense.

The river otters lined up in a vertical line, the otter carried a package, and led the way with large and small bags.

The commoners were joyous, greeting enthusiastically, and vendors along the way invited Liang Qu to sit down and eat a bowl of hot snacks.

The otter smelled the familiar taste, its nose twitched, and it couldn't help but deviate its steps, dropped a stack of copper coins, opened its five claws, and pointed to the west.

"Okay, old rules, five bowls, I'll pack them and send them to your mansion later!"

The villagers didn't understand what Jiang Zongshi or not, and didn't know what was different about the eighteen-year-old Great Martial Artist, only knowing that Liang Qu's official position was higher, had a title that could be passed to his son, and his ability was ten times stronger than Yang Dongxiong, the big master in Pingyang Town back then.

Half a mile from home, the tiger-like big black dog rushed through the crowd.

Wulong smelled the scent and leaned toward Liang Qu, his head arching into his palm, his furry tail swinging, raising dust.

The little Mirage Dragon poked its head out from the clothes, and Liang Qu pressed it back with one finger.

He knew what the Third Prince was thinking as soon as he poked his head out.

Nothing happened in the capital, if it was put in Pingyang Prefecture, it would be afraid of causing the commoners to kneel and worship, shouting that the Dragon King appeared, and then block the street, unable to return home.

"Shui Ge!"

"Shunzi has grown tall!" Liang Qu patted Shunzi's head, "Built a new house at home?"

Looked up.

Chen Qingjiang's home had changed greatly.

From the previous small tile house, it became a two-entry large courtyard. The new gray tiles had a unique sandy soil smell, and many places

"My dad says hiring people in winter is cheaper."

"That's a good thing. Your dad is saving money to send you to school. Go play."

Shunzi sat back down on the threshold, continuing to lower his head and count ants.

Liang Qu took two steps, then unconsciously looked back.

Perhaps because he could see him every day before, he hadn't felt much, but after two trips between Huangzhou and the capital over half a year, he was startled to realize Shunzi was already eight or nine years old. Compared to his dullness when he was younger, he was much livelier and a head taller, yet just as quiet.

He looked up again.

The mountains and forests were still there; the green water remained the same.

The swallows under the eaves had left and returned, the stone slabs on the bluestone street had cracked and been patched, and the wind chimes swayed gently, colliding to make sound.

Everything seemed to have changed, yet it also seemed like nothing had changed at all.

"It's still best at home, so comfortable!"

He stepped through the door.

First, he greeted the Master.

The old monk closed the volume and pulled out two manuscripts, handing them over.

"Tongue Consciousness Method," "Consciousness Method."

(End of this chapter)