The county magistrate changed his career to selling private vegetables and sold them out

Chapter 64 Jiao Yan is back!
Fu Qiyuan firmly grasped the armrest of the chair, emotions of shock, anger, and pain flashed across his face alternately, and soon returned to calm, but the sternness in his eyes became colder.

He raised his eyes to look at Caozhi County, and said with an unclear expression: "It seems that Mr. Cao is very capable in the officialdom because he can find out the Pei family in Yuzhou!"

The expression on Cao Zhixian's face became even more bitter, and he said weakly: "My lord, the Pei family is the richest man in Yuzhou. I heard that there is a background in Beijing, and I dare not tell Miss Jiang the truth. After all, after all, the Jiao family My young master is still studying in Yuzhou!"

The arm can't twist the thigh, everyone understands this truth, if Jiang Shan can't hold back and wants to be fair, and forcefully hits the egg with the stone, maybe it will implicate Jiao Sanlang.

Knowing Cao Magistrate's intentions, Fu Qiyuan's face softened and his tone became much better, "Master Cao has a heart! I will send you my official seal in a few days. When I have time, I will go to the county office to hand over to Master Cao. In the past few days, there will be Lord Lao Cao!"

"Don't dare, I've already sorted out the case files, and I'm waiting for your lord's orders at any time!"

Speaking of which, Cao Zhixian and Fu Qiyuan are both magistrates, they are at the same level, and Fu Qiyuan is still a new official, even if he is the son of Minister of the Ministry of Industry, he will not let him lower his figure like this.

but!There is nothing but a but!
Fu Qiyuan is the number one scholar in the new discipline and a student of the emperor, and this alone is enough to make Cao Zhixian bow his head and become a minister.What's more, the power behind them is not comparable to that of a small county magistrate.

Caozhi County specially asked his wife to take his son to visit Jiao's mother. He also wanted to repair the relationship with Jiao's family. He hoped that the young dignitary would not look at the face of the monk but at the face of the Buddha, and would raise his hand when necessary.

Out of the standpoint of Jiang Shan and San Lang, Mother Jiao treated Song Wanrong and Cao Qing Aiwu and Wu very warmly and politely.Cao Qing had always liked the Jiao family, and Jiao's mother was even more considerate, and her mouthful of "A Xian said in the letter" made Jiao's mother closely connect the cute and cute child in front of her with Jiao Sanlang.

Just after noon, Fu Qiyuan's personal servant, Fu Shu, walked in with a melancholy face.

Fu Qiyuan glanced at him, "Still refusing to eat?"

"Well, it's still kneeling, what a piece of wood!"

That piece of wood, Fu Wen, knew that he had committed a serious crime by not protecting the country well, so he knelt down without eating or drinking, and begged to die.

Oh, death can solve the problem?Can you give him back a frisky child and his mother after he dies?

Fu Qiyuan snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves, and went straight to the yard.

In the yard, the new housekeeper was setting rules for the new servants. When they saw Fu Qiyuan, they greeted Fu Qiyuan with courtesy and greetings.

Fu Qiyuan waved his hand, walked up to Fu Wen who bowed his head and stood still.

Fu Wen, whose alias was Yuan Wen, raised his head slowly. The moment he saw his master, a look of unconcealable pain appeared in his eyes, and he lowered his head deeply again.

"Really want to die? Don't want to avenge Shan'er?"

With just one sentence, Fu Wen suddenly raised his head, a burning flame burst out from his eyes.

"Get up, I will give you a chance to redeem yourself!"

When Xue Zhen helped Mother Jiao come over, she happened to see the scene where Yuan Wen went from ashamed to full of blood in an instant.

Mother Jiao tilted her head slightly and asked Xue Zhen: "Xiao Zhen, what are they doing? Is he punishing Xiao Wen?"

Xue Zhen shook her head, "It wasn't Mr. Fu who punished Brother Yuan, but Brother Yuan insisted on kneeling himself. I don't know exactly why!"

It was strange that no one dared not to listen to, let alone doubt, everything Fu Qiyuan said in this family, and everything was taken for granted.

Now that even tasks like washing and cooking, sprinkling and sweeping the floor, and boiling soup and decocting medicine have been taken over by others, Xue Zhen is left with the job of accompanying Jiao's mother. Do it with your heart!
As soon as Mother Jiao appeared, the housekeepers and servants in the yard also came forward to salute.

Mother Jiao supported her forehead, stared at the young man in the yard smiling at her, and said angrily, "Come here!"

Fu Qiyuan stepped forward, smiling and waiting for orders.

The servants in the yard all opened their eyes curiously, seeing the old lady who was obviously not in good spirits and angrily pointed at the head of the newly appointed Lord Magistrate and cursed.

"Don't bully Xiaowen. He hasn't even had a mouthful of hot food or drink of water. Why are you so cruel? Let me tell you..."

"Auntie, it's not like that. The young master didn't bully me. It was because I was not good enough to protect Miss Jiang..." Fu Wen hurriedly wanted to clarify for the young master.

Jiao's mother's eyes flickered slightly, and then her eyes widened.

"You go down first, don't worry the aunt!" Fu Qiyuan waved his hand, and Fu Wen obediently retreated.

If Jiao's mother can't find something at this time, it's really a waste of living for so many years.

Feeling sour and in pain, Mother Jiao closed her eyes, ignored Fu Qiyuan, turned around and walked into the house.

Fu Qiyuan stretched his long legs, stepped over in two steps, and naturally held Jiao's mother's arm for Xue Zhen.

Mother Jiao's expression was slightly stiff, and she wanted to shake off his support, but after meeting his guilt, distressed, and painful eyes, a certain barrier in her heart collapsed at this moment, and it was crumbled.

"You, you...!" Mother Jiao pointed at Fu Qiyuan with tears in her eyes, trembling and speechless.

Fu Qiyuan blinked, tried his best to withdraw the moisture in his eyes, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Ma'am, three years ago, I fell and hurt my head, and I was seriously ill. I forgot some things, and my brain...is not working well. Madam, please be lenient."

Just one sentence made Jiao's mother feel like being struck by lightning.She could hardly stand still and clung to Fu Qiyuan tightly, holding his hand firmly with one hand, and tremblingly said: "You mean... you mean three years ago...!"

Fu Qiyuan hugged Mother Jiao back to the room, closed the door, then turned around and knelt down.

"Mother, the unfilial son Jiao Yan is back!"

Fu Qiyuan didn't think about what identity and timing he would return to Jiao's house at first, at least until he recovered his memory, and he shouldn't recognize his relatives in such an environment anyway.

Fu Qiyuan knew that this matter was not easy, especially after knowing that his own mother was dealing with his adoptive mother, wife and children, he should hide in the dark to protect them.But emotional matters are difficult to tell right from wrong, and even more difficult to be manipulated by will.

Seeing his mother who had worked so hard to raise him up, when she needed him the most, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her and comfort her.

"You, you...you unfilial son, you still know you're coming back, you still know you have a mother! It's been three years, and it's like a hole has been dug in my mother's heart. It bleeds and hurts every day. If it wasn't for Shan'er...my miserable Shan'er...!" Mother Jiao broke down in tears, hugged her son's head, and kept patting his back.

Fu Qiyuan hugged Mother Jiao tightly, closed his eyes in pain, and burst into tears.

"Mother, I'm sorry, it's the boy who forgot the way home. The boy is unfilial and made you and Shan'er suffer!"

"What are you doing back here? You have the status of a high-ranking official, and you have the reputation of being a talented scholar in Beijing. What are you doing here in the countryside? You go, you go back to your Shangshufu, you go!"

(Author's words: Come up with a name for the little bun, or I will be ABC)
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