My wife is not a demon

Mr. Deng continued to peel potatoes while sitting on a small stool while talking straight to the point.

There is absolutely no sense of being an official and the etiquette of hospitality.

It seems that the magistrate cooks for himself.

Manjiaye held the tea carefully, with curiosity, fear and bewilderment on his tanned and rough face, completely portraying an ordinary girl who had just arrived in the prefect.

Hearing the other party's words, Manjiaye's face suddenly became a little more excited, and he even expressed gratitude in authentic native dialect:

"Thank you, Mr. Deng... Thank you, Mr. Deng. Grandpa and I will never forget your great kindness..."

Chen Mu also wanted to pretend to thank him, but was lightly kicked by the woman, and then he stopped making a sound, holding a teacup and showing a reserved old man who is not good at words.

Women are born to act.

"It's just a little thing."

Master Deng said lightly. "The flood caused by the heavy rain in Caoxin County caused the destruction of many farmland and houses. Although there were no casualties under Mr. Yang's timely rescue, the loss of harvest and shelter is tantamount to deprivation of survival. Official dereliction of duty. You have any request, as long as this official can do it, you will never refuse."

Manjiaye showed a sad face: "No one can blame anyone for the disaster of nature. It is already a great kindness and a great virtue for you to beg for a meal for our grandpa and grandson. How dare you ask for more."

As she spoke, she stood up and made a substandard blessing, tears streaming down her face: "In any case, your lord is our reborn parents."

The corner of Chen Mu's mouth twitched.

If this woman was born in modern society, she would be a proper actress in the entertainment industry.

"parents……"

Mr. Deng was in a trance, as if he remembered something, a self-mockery appeared on his wrinkled face.

He picked up the rag and wiped his hands, got up and said, "That's it, I'll write a letter, you take it to the dean of Sifang Academy, he will arrange for you."

"Master Deng, that..."

Mankasyapa seemed to have something to hide, but finally he mustered up the courage to speak. "My grandfather believed in Buddha before. I heard that you must believe in Goddess of Destiny to enter Fenghua City, so..."

"Whatever you believe is up to you, don't worry about it." Mr. Deng waved his hand.

Manjiaye frowned, and asked timidly: "Then... won't the goddess be angry?"

"she?"

Lord Deng smiled lightly. "Don't worry, Fenghua City belongs to the imperial court, not the Valley of Destiny."

However, Chen Mu keenly noticed that when the word "goddess" was mentioned, a hidden sarcasm crossed the corner of the other party's lips.

Chapter 573 The Muppet Girl!

Mr. Deng's study is only separated by a screen.

The Four Treasures of the Study on the table are placed neatly without any dust.

While the other party was writing letters at his desk, Chen Mu caught a glimpse of a stack of documents next to him, and quietly picked them up to read while the other party was not paying attention.

Mankaye leaned his head to take a look, but was pushed away by the man.

The woman wrinkled her nose and turned her moth's head, too lazy to look.

She picked up the teacup and wanted to take a few sips to moisten her lips, but when she saw the weed-like tea leaves, she felt disgusted and put the tea lid back on.

Although she disliked it, the woman really respected this official from the bottom of her heart.

As a killer, she has seen many officials, big and small, but none of them can really do this. Most of them enjoy the convenience brought by their status.

In any case, this Mr. Deng can be regarded as a model for hundreds of officials.

If the officials in any dynasty are like this, why worry about the world being unhealthy and the people living in peace.

As for Chen Mu's nonsense that there should not be many such officials, otherwise the dynasty would not last long, this guy must feel ashamed, so he is jealous.

The woman glanced at the man next to her, secretly disdainful.

Chen Mu hastily browsed through several documents, his expression became a little complicated.

He looked around at the dilapidated houses in front of him, and the rice grains mixed with dust in the jar... In the end, he just sighed softly, with regret and bitterness in his sigh.

Not long after, Master Deng wrote the letter.

Mankaye, who was a poor yellow-haired girl, took it respectfully with her dirty little hands, and there was another burst of words of gratitude.

Mr. Deng said: "If you have any questions, you can come to me directly."

Manjiaye nodded his head, helped Chen Mu up from the chair beside him, and before leaving, he suddenly asked, "Master Deng, have you seen Lord Goddess? Is she really that good-looking?"

Deng Wensheng narrowed his eyes, looked at the girl with a curious expression, and said calmly: "In a few days, she will go to Fenghua Temple to discuss the destiny, and you can go and see for yourself."

"What is the theory of destiny?"

Mankaye was puzzled.

Mr. Deng did not answer, and lifted a corner of the door curtain slightly, which was obviously an order to evict guests.

Manjiaye smiled awkwardly, helped Chen Mu out of the room,

Walking into the courtyard, Chen Mu glanced at the two catties of bacon hanging beside him, and suddenly asked in an old voice, "Master Deng, when will the flood in Cao Huan County stop?"

Deng Wensheng paused with his arm holding the curtain, stared at Chen Mu without saying a word.

Manjiaye said hurriedly: "Grandpa, this is a natural disaster, just like the drought. Mr. Deng is not a god, so you can't pray for God to come and be safe."

While talking, the woman gently pinched Chen Mu's arm.

Ignoring the woman's warning, Chen Mu sighed bitterly and said: "After all, this is my home. If I can go back one day, it will be the best. The fallen leaves will return to their roots after all."

Manjiaye thought about it, and his face showed a very cooperative expression of sadness.On the mouth, he persuaded: "Grandpa, as long as a person is alive, where is he not a root?"

Looking at the grandfather and grandson, Deng Wensheng showed guilt:

"Mister, I will do everything I can to help you, regardless of natural disasters or man-made disasters, as long as I am still alive, I will definitely keep you alive."

"That's fine...that's fine..."

Chen Mu nodded slightly.

……

Coming out of the magistrate's house, Chen Mu was still in a dream.