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"A-choo!" He bit his collar and retracted his neck.

Boy, it’s still pretty cold.

County Magistrate Tang drove the carriage to a private residence, which he had temporarily rented.

"This boss is such a real man!" He panted and rubbed his frozen hands.

In the carriage, Si Xiaoxiao brought him so many things that he couldn't even remember how many times he had carried them, and he still hadn't finished!

By the time I finished everything, it was already dark.

He had stayed in that yamen for many days, but his transfer order had not yet arrived, and the new county magistrate had no intention of handing over his work to him!

He didn't know when he would be found, and he was pretty comfortable living there anyway, so he still lived in the yamen on weekdays.

I am really tired from traveling and moving things today. It happens to be New Year's Day, and the coach companies close early, so all the carriages cannot be sent back, so I just decided to stay in this house.

"Oh, I'm tired. No one will look for me if I go back anyway, so I won't go back." He pulled the carriage into the yard and locked the gate.

After eating some beef jerky and snacks, he began to write letters to those "big customers" according to the advice of Pingdingshandong.

It was already late at night when I finished all the letters.

It happened to be the New Year's Day, and the yamen gates were closed, so all the yamen runners who could go home went home to celebrate the holiday.

Those who still stayed in the yamen were either rebellious and unwilling to go home, or did not want their families to see them covered in injuries.

The new county magistrate had never mentioned his family to anyone, and the bailiffs did not dare to ask. It was the official's private matter, so how could they dare to ask?

On the first day of the new year, the county magistrate and his men bought meat and vegetables, and made dumplings with everyone else to celebrate the festival together. The yamen runners got to know the new master better and their hearts became closer.

"We have never had a high-ranking official make dumplings with us before. If I go home and tell my mother about this, she will be so happy."

A silly little yamen runner was making dumplings while talking.

"Master, you are so kind. If it were in the past, you would definitely let us use silver to buy things." A yamen runner wanted to say something, but his arm was suddenly bumped by the person next to him.

"Don't stop me, I'm not talking nonsense."

No master likes to gossip about his subordinates. Although this one is different, his nature will not change. He wanted to stop him but failed.

The new county magistrate, still pinching the beautiful wrinkles in his hands, said amiably: "Today is a festival, just let him talk. It's obvious that the child has been bullied."

He acted like a family member and spoke words that warmed people's hearts.

"Look at this guy, he's more annoying than anyone else. Master, you don't know, the one before him was really deducted! He asked us to go up the mountain to look for treasures, and we worked so hard, day and night, to get him several rooms! What did he say at the beginning? He said that we would be registered and given silver according to the quantity! But in the end, each person only got a few hundred coins! The rest of the money was all deducted by him!"

The new county magistrate said: "There is such a thing? My God, there are so many in several houses! That must be a lot of money, right?"

He was amazed in his heart and was thinking about how to get the man's money next. Everyone below was stunned and stared at him.

Everyone stopped making dumplings. Someone's hand holding the stuffing stopped in mid-air, and with a "pop", the stuffing fell to the ground.

"Don't you know, sir?"

The new county magistrate thought to himself, Oh no! He said the wrong thing!

Since this county magistrate was transferred, there must be a reason! If he was really the county magistrate, how could he not know the reason?

But how could he know that he was impersonated by the person he picked up on the road!

Ever since he came here, he has been trying every possible way to obtain all kinds of information, but what he said today has exposed him!

He forced himself to suppress the panic in his heart. His hands unconsciously touched his beard. He didn't even know that the flour on his hands had stained his beard. "Ah, of course... I heard it! Well. I heard... not all of it."

He glanced to the side unconsciously and forcedly changed the subject: "Ah, today is a festival, let's not talk about people behind their backs, it's not gentlemanly, it's not gentlemanly. Hahaha. Why not... invite that guy over as well, it's better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone, right, hahaha."

"Master, you..." A yamen runner sitting next to him reached out to help the master wipe the flour off his beard.

The county magistrate saw a hand reaching out to his face and immediately opened it!

"what?"

"Hiss, sir, there's flour on you here..." He pointed to a place above his mouth.

The new county magistrate then realized that he was too nervous, and his face was a little stiff: "Ah, thank you, I can do it myself."

"My little one is abrupt."

"You should go with more people and invite your former master to come over. It's a festival today and he will be too lonely to be alone in the house. Go quickly."

"Hey, guys, we'll go right away."

"Oh, our master is such a kind man!"

No matter what, the incident just now still made him break out in a cold sweat. The new county magistrate stood up and left the house on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

He returned to his room, looked in the mirror, took off his beard, and gently flicked off the flour hanging on it.

"Ah." He himself had only a few sparse beards, and even if he grew them longer, he didn't look like a good person at all.

He cut the man's beard and made the fake beard he has now and stuck it on his face.

With this thing, his appearance changed a lot and it seemed to be true.

But this thing is fake after all, and he is often worried about being exposed.

"Although I was overly nervous today, it would be a good idea to give these guys a warning. Don't get too close to me!"

He tidied his appearance and opened the door again.

I still need to meet that ex.

He had to show in front of the other party that he had a very good relationship with the yamen runners!

Thinking about what he had done to him in the past, he was determined to humiliate and torture him!

But when he returned to the front yard again, he did not see the former master.

The new county magistrate understood that the man must be afraid that he would feel bad seeing with his own eyes that his former subordinates were now soldiers of others!

He smiled and said, "Why don't you want to come? It must be because you didn't invite him with all your heart. Your former master must have pretended to refuse, how can you believe it! Go quickly, go a few more people, and carry him over."

He smiled kindly and looked like an elder.

The yamen runners scratched their heads and said, "Sir, there's no one over there."

"No one? Where did they go?"