I am the county magistrate in Liaozhai

Young people's feelings are the most sincere. Wen Ji has been degraded since she was a child, so how could she not understand Lu Jingxue's sincerity towards her? When she glanced at him in Hualou, she was amazed that there is such a man with brilliant starry eyes in the world.

That's why she stayed with him without even inquiring about Lu Jingxue's details.

Wen Ji couldn't help pressing her hands against the window. Not far away, Lu Jingxue was holding a book and thinking hard, but from his frowning, it could be seen that his reading was not very good.

"If you still want to stay in the Tangxi yamen, restrain your ghostly aura."

Wen Ji was so frightened that she flew to the top of the corridor. After confirming who it was, she couldn't help but say in surprise, "Master Cheng? How did you see Jiannu's house?" She obviously disappeared.

Cheng Jin had just sent Mr. Song away. He was planning to go to the backyard to chat with little A Cong. Mao Mao, a waste demon, couldn't even give him a title deed, but he didn't expect Wen Ji to hang around outside the classroom.

"You should have met Miss Xiaoqian. Is it strange that I can see ghosts?" These words were obviously avoiding the seriousness, and sure enough Wen Ji listened, and successfully mistakenly believed that the other party was able to see ghosts because of the help of the female ghost.

"I'm sorry, but I'm taking the liberty." Wen Ji also tried her best to suppress the ghostly aura on her body as she spoke.

"It's okay." Cheng Jin didn't care about the female ghost who had never committed a crime. He pointed inside and said softly, "Why don't you go in and see him?"

Wen Ji was a little dazed. It is undeniable that County Magistrate Cheng has a good-looking face, even three points better than Lu Jingxue. Lu Jingxue is well protected, and she still has a pure childishness in her body, but Master Cheng does not. .

The man was tall and tall, with a warm smile on his face. What was even more commendable was that Wen Ji didn't feel the other party's rejection and fear of ghosts. This calmness added a bit of grace.

Such an extraordinary and talented man was the good son-in-law she had been thinking of in the past, but for some reason, she couldn't think of any flamboyant thoughts about Mr. Shang Cheng.

Wen Ji thought to herself, this must be the reason why I have a stronger sense of morality after death, and I don't want to compete with that sister Xiaoqian.

However, although she was ruthless, Wen Ji's attitude was much more relaxed. She had no choice but to admire talented people: "No, just like the Taoist priest said, people and ghosts have different paths, and he is not a good man in the hearts of slaves. "

Cheng County Magistrate appreciates Wen Ji's determination, but: "You came to Lu Jingxue before, probably not to have a relationship with him, right?"

... This grown-up asked really straightforwardly.

Facing Nie Xiaoqian and Wen Ji, she was jealous, but facing talented scholars, it was obvious that Wen Ji was an old double standard ghost. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded and said, "Your Excellency is really aware of the details. When I died, I had a last wish left unfulfilled."

Cheng Jin didn't ask what the last wish was. After all, it was a ghost's private matter, and he was not the underworld office here. However, judging from Wen Ji's attitude towards Lu Jingxue, this last wish should be related to talent and learning.

"Aren't you curious?" Maomao felt that his curiosity had been completely aroused. If he didn't know today, he might not be able to sleep all night.

Cheng Jin laughed unkindly when he heard the words: "I heard that cats are very curious, but I didn't expect it to be true, but you are a monster, and you can't die if you sleep less for a few nights."

Maomao: Listen, listen, is this human language?

He was so angry that he slapped the land deed in his pocket on the table: "I love deducting money, I quit!"

Cheng County Magistrate took advantage of the opportunity to look at the neatly folded land deeds on the table, and then pretended to be shocked: "You haven't sent it out yet?"

"The play is too fake, don't act it!" Maomao was furious, "What kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into Xiao Acong, he is not willing to go out and set up his own house?"

Don't all the servants in the world want to leave their master's house and set up their own family?Why is Ah Cong so stubborn?Pan Xiaoan thought about this question for many days, but he still couldn't figure it out.

"Or, do you have something to do with Ah Cong? Or is it a contract of prostitution?"

Cheng County Magistrate finally couldn't bear it and stretched out his iron fist that he hadn't used for a long time kindly: "Pan Laotou, I haven't hit you for three days, your skin is itchy again, isn't it?"

"Calm down! My lord, calm down! I don't want to say anything!" The desire to survive made Mao Mao run far away. Seeing that Cheng Suanan didn't intend to stand up, he glanced at the title deed on the table and fled away like flying .

It was really useless to raise this cat. Cheng Jin picked up the land deed on the table, thinking about how to persuade Ah Cong to accept it.

Ah Cong was the one who picked up the child. Cheng Jin thought he was not a very kind person, but at that time he happened to be short of a book boy, so he kept him. As for the contract of sale, there was no one at all.

Speaking of which, he still chose the name of A Cong. He used to be alone, but later brought a little book boy, so there were two people, so he took the word "Cong".

"Master, young master, try this radish and crucian carp soup. As the saying goes, you eat radish in winter and ginger in summer. You have been busy and thin recently." Ah Cong came out with a bowl of hot fish soup, and a plate of fried radish next to it. meatball.

As soon as he heard the radish, Cheng Jin couldn't help but miss the shredded radish pancake he ate some time ago. He really never gets tired of eating it.

As for A Cong, he really thought what the young master thought, and said with a smile: "The shredded radish pancakes need to be fried later, otherwise they won't be crispy until the others come back."

Cheng Jin took a sip of the fish soup and couldn't help sighing, "Ah Cong, your skill is really getting better and better."

Ah Cong immediately smiled so much that he showed his teeth: "Master, as long as you like it!"

He finished speaking with a smile, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the land deed on the table, and the smile on his face immediately froze. He couldn't help saying with a little grievance: "Master, do you want Ah Cong?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Then why did you give me the title deed, I don't want to open a shop, I want to cook for the young master all the time." Ah Cong thought clearly, "Master Zhou said that you will not stay in Tangxi forever, I don't want to... You part."

He has received a lot of kindness from the young master, and he can't repay it in this lifetime, so he doesn't want to be a boss. Besides, the young master is not married yet, if he leaves, what will the young master do if he is hungry and cold.

Resolutely not, if he accepts this title deed, he will spurn himself to death.

Ah Cong's state of mind is pure, and Cheng Jin actually guessed this idea long ago. He is not very good at dealing with emotional matters, so he asked Mao Mao to deliver it. It's gone.

"Then we won't separate." Seeing A Cong raised his head, Cheng Jin managed to organize his words before saying, "A Cong, I asked you if you want to take my surname, and you didn't want to say anything, but in fact, I will marry you. As a younger brother, you are not my vassal."

Ah Cong was about to cry: "Master..."

"You will be 16 years old this year. You are an adult. What's wrong with having a property? If you like it, you can take care of it yourself. If you don't like it, train a few apprentices and let them do things for you."

"But...but..." But he was holding a hot hand. Most of those who were picked up like him signed a death contract. Not only did he not sign the contract, but he was also paid every month. This is already very lucky. .

"It's nothing but, besides, it's not the same where you cook, it's just a different place to eat." After Cheng Jin finished speaking, he put the land deed next to him into his arms, "As for the future, Ah Cong, you might as well set up a small Goal, let’s open restaurants all over the Central Plains, how about that? No matter where I go to be an official in the future, I won’t be hungry, right?”

Ah Cong held the title deed: ...Is that so?

"Anyway, the land deed transfer has passed, and you will have to pay the taxes when you come back. Yours belongs to your young master, right?"

Hearing this, Ah Cong nodded immediately: "Of course, mine will always belong to the young master!"

"That's it. Your young master, I spend money like running water. It's rare to buy a permanent property. You will help run the business, right?"

Ah Cong nodded fiercely, and put that small goal directly in his heart.

Pan Maomao, who ran back desperately after smelling the smell of fish soup, was lucky enough to hear the whole process of flickering: ... You have such eloquence, why are you still fooling me?Is this fun? !

Maomao felt traumatized, but was soon soothed by Ah Cong's fried fish cakes.

Now that Ah Cong has received the title deed, the decoration of the restaurant has to start. It happened that Mr. Song had experience in this field, so Cheng Jin went to ask someone.

This is a trivial matter, Mr. Song naturally would not disagree, and besides, Li Yong was there, and he also said that he wanted to invest in Ah Cong's big restaurant.

"It hasn't opened yet, it's just a small restaurant."

Li Yong felt that Xiao Acong was too self-deprecating: "Have you chosen a name? When the time comes for the opening, I will definitely bring friends over to join us."

A Cong nodded foolishly: "I took it, my young master took it, and the plaque is already being made."

Li Yong: "...What did you get?"

"It's a small place, the young master said it's easy to make a living with a cheap name." Ah Cong said happily.

Mr. Song at the side: ... With this naming ability, is Mr. Cheng really born in Tanhua?

Li Yong thought to himself that he was romantic, and from now on, he went to the "small local restaurant" to eat every day, and it sounded a bit rusty: "Why don't you think about it?"

A Cong is stubborn, or he is a dominant Cheng Chui: "I don't think about it, I think it's pretty good."

"..." No, he had to talk to Mr. Cheng.

Song Gongzi originally wanted to find Li Yong for a drink, but in the end it turned into a dispute over the name of the restaurant inexplicably.

Cheng Jin just finished his work and is helping Xiao Acong to test dishes at the moment.

"What's wrong with the name of a small place? The vulgar is the elegant, and Tangxi is a small place. If you name it like Qingyu Case, how many people in Tangxi will come in for dinner?"

After listening to Li Yong, he felt that he couldn't refute, so he ate a piece of crab shell on the table angrily.

"Huh? It doesn't seem to be quite the same as the time-honored brand in Fucheng?"

Mr. Song is also a glutton, so he couldn't help but agree with it when he heard the words, and nodded after eating: "It's really not the same, it seems that there is a bit of sweetness in the salty fragrance."

I was trying to order some dishes here, but there was a panicked voice over there, and I ran over quickly: "My lord is not good, that Lu Sheng fainted from studying! A female ghost ran out, it scared me to death!!! "