I am the county magistrate in Liaozhai

Cheng Jin was trained by his senior brother to become a drooping quail, and he was still dumb.

Poor thing, Yan Dao Chang, who was hiding in the dark, and Heishan, who was standing not far away, silently sympathized with Mr. Cheng, and then rarely stepped forward to dissuade him in a tacit understanding.

What are you discouraging?Disobedient bosses should take the lead.

"Brother, I? Really know I was wrong." But dare to do it next time.

Hearing this, Fu Chengshu almost put his hips on his hips and scolded the street. He had to be his own younger brother. He didn't start to slap people: "You are really talented. You have dug tunnels to the palace. Why are you still helping the poor in Tangxi?" , Just go back to Beijing and enter the Ministry of Industry to build the imperial mausoleum!"

Cheng Jin bowed his head again, hum.

"You are lucky this time. Even though the fourth prince saw you, there are others to help you." Fu Chengshu said this, glanced at the demon not far away, and then said again, "You give me Go back to Tangxi and reflect on yourself, if you do it again next time, I'll tell the teacher."

Thinking about the teacher's whip, magistrate Cheng was shocked immediately, and immediately became honest: "I really know that I was wrong."

There are still a lot of things in the palace waiting for him to deal with the aftermath. Fu Chengshu wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with his junior brother, but he also knew that this was not a good time, and after spouting his junior brother angrily, he said: "But too much? Thanks to you arriving in time, the conspiracy between Chen Fan and the eldest princess can be stopped."

...Is this irony?Cheng Jin blinked, but didn't dare to respond.

When Fu Chengshu saw it, he laughed angrily, took the person to the hall and threw it to Heishan: "Go back, leave the aftermath to me?"

Speaking of the aftermath, Cheng Jin finally remembered the ghost amulet. In line with the principle of not worrying about debts and explaining everything at once, he confessed that he had dared to deceive the emperor's ghost.

Fu Chengshu: ... Shimen is unfortunate.

"Bring it, and tell me how to use it."

Cheng Jin just wanted to give it, but was stopped by Yan Dao, who did not know when he appeared: "Mr. Fu, this matter may only be handled by Mr. Cheng."

"why?"

Yan Chixia couldn't explain clearly, but the soul of the Son of Heaven was extremely noble. Master Cheng obviously used a special method to seduce the soul, and Fu Chengshu was just an ordinary mortal.

Fu Chengshu didn't understand the matter of gods and ghosts, so he thought about it and said, "So this matter, Yi'an has to do it?"

Yan Chixia nodded silently.

"Then I sent the late emperor into the underworld. Brother, don't worry, this time I really won't? I'm in danger, the underworld me? I have ghost veins." Cheng Jin patted his chest and got a "you" from his senior brother. Wait for my brother" threatening eyes.

Heishan and Yan Chixia who were watching just pretended not to see it.

He also talked about the aftermath. Although Chen Fan lost his soul, but fortunately the eldest princess is still there, and the eldest princess has never seen his junior. Because she hated the late emperor and refused to forgive her until she died, she was plotted against by the previous court to murder the fourth prince".

Matters in the court are not necessarily necessary? A black and white right or wrong, Chen Fan is not important? Nor is the eldest princess important? Fu Chengshu understands very well that under the premise of not knowing the supernatural power, in this matter, the fourth prince What I am most concerned about is the secret passage of the palace?.

Hei Shan took Cheng Yi'an and Yan Chixia and left directly. Before he left, he woke up everyone, including of course the eldest princess who was placed next to the coffin. Fu Chengshu even asked Heishan to make a corpse of a death row prisoner who was beyond recognition to pretend to be dead. Chen Fan.

As for what happened afterwards, it was the occasion of Mr. Wushu.

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When Cheng Jin returned to Tangxi, he fell asleep for a day and a night. There was nothing he could do. Since Chen Fan appeared, he either ran to the underworld or went to the capital, and even dug a secret passage into the palace?

It's just that the big-hearted magistrate Cheng can sleep, but Yan Chixia can't.

Maybe he didn't understand at the time, but now: "Why doesn't the seal of the future emperor work for you?"

Montenegro obviously didn't want to answer, so he responded with silence.

Yan Chixia mistakenly thought it was a denial, and immediately said: "You don't have to deny it. Your performance at that time seemed to have been expected? It worked, didn't it?"

Heishan is waiting for Ah Cong to make Yangchun noodles, if not for this, he might turn around and leave: "What do you want me to say?"

There are few demons in the emperor's seal of justice? Like Heishan, Yan Chixia thought about it, but there was only one explanation.

"Pindao is not a curious person, and he has no intention of digging into your past, but when you were in the palace, you were full of debts, which is the way of heaven? Admit it, if you have any difficulties, someday you want to talk, you can come to Pindao ?."

Heishan didn't expect the upright Yan Chixia to say such a thing, but he quickly said, "I thought you would? Draw your sword to face each other."

"To borrow a word from Mr. Cheng, people are really not as bad as demons think."

Seeing Ah Cong approaching with a noodle bowl, Heishan got up to pick it up, but didn't answer Yan Chixia's words.Yan Chixia is not a person who is good at words, he asked for big plain three delicacies big wontons, each one is plump and very delicious at first sight.

When Cheng Jin woke up, it was already the morning of the next day. As a county magistrate, he was able to be so depressed, thanks to the remoteness of Tangxi.

"Master, you're awake. Do you want a box of pickled vegetables? Pickled with potherb mustard freshly picked from Langya Township, the tender head will be ready to eat today, and of course there are leek stuffing, but you don't like leeks, master."

Cheng Jin really doesn't like leeks very much. He thinks that both leek buds and leeks have a strange taste. How many pickles are there in boxes? They are delicious, and they are eaten with porridge. He can eat three of them in one sitting.

"There are still shredded bamboo shoots braised in oil, do you already have spring bamboo shoots?"

A Cong said: "The folks from Langya Township sent them over, saying that there are already spring bamboo shoots on the mountain, so I sent them here for you to try."

Cheng Jin couldn't help but tasted it, and it was really delicious and crisp. It's a pity that the ham cannot be simmered during the national funeral, otherwise it will be so fresh that it will definitely make your eyebrows fall.

If there are all the bamboo shoots in spring, spring sowing should also start. The south is indeed earlier than the north.

The county magistrate Cheng decided to go to the fields in the afternoon to check on the people's conditions, and asked the old farmers about the situation of spring sowing. After a few days of absenteeism, it was time to pick up the leftover work.

As for the old judge? Let’s wait until he is dead.

"Master, do you want to go with me?"

Montenegro just came back from nowhere, and now he is busy with his business, feeling like he has returned to the previous autistic mode.Hearing this, he raised his head, hesitated for a while, then nodded and said: "Yes."

"Then let's talk about it. Speaking of which, Ah Cong opened a pot of sauerkraut today, and made bamboo shoot buns and pickled vegetable tofu buns for lunch. Let's pick some up and eat them on the way." Alas, there is no meat.

Montenegro: ...

"At night, Ah Cong talked about making bamboo rice. Speaking of which, the bamboo tubes in the backyard were brought over by Taozui. Where do you think he cut the bamboo?"

"Cheng Yi'an, you talk too much."

"Oh."

Montenegro frowned: "If you want to ask anything, just ask."

He Cheng Jin is indeed full of questions, such as what is weird about the eldest princess, how did Chen Fan die, and how sacred is that scale, but when the words came to his lips, it became: "Are you ...Have you seen Qingheng?"

I really don't blame Cheng Jinhui? Thinking about it this way, Hei Lulu really didn't hide it very much.

"I see." He was unexpectedly frank.

"Is it so bland?"

"How fierce do you want to be?" Heishan continued the work in hand, and his voice was unexpectedly peaceful, "He said a series of bad things about you in my ear, and I couldn't get angry, so I crushed him to death."

"...Do you think I? Will? Believe it?"

"You can?."

Well, the master wants him to believe it, so he can't believe it: "What? He still dares to say bad things about me? I? He hasn't said anything about him yet. What face does he have to say about a real official! Ahhhhh , an old thing!"

Montenegro: ... well scolded.

"So this is his soul fragment again?"

Heishan didn't shake his head, nor nodded: "Let's say that."

tentatively?There may be more soul fragments than last time. Cheng Jin thought for a while before saying: "You said he was fine, why did you tear his soul apart? Could it be that he didn't want to live anymore? It's really hard for normal people to understand." Madman's logic."

Montenegro: ...

"It's strange. He used to count people or monsters as 'no survivors'. This time, although Chen Fan and the eldest princess were both stupid and miserable, he didn't benefit himself. He even got his own soul fragments. , does he seem to be someone who would do such a loss-making business?"

Heishan replied in his heart: Of course not, what Qingheng wants to calculate is this seat, not the royal luck.

But about this, he didn't intend to mention it to Cheng Yi'an.

"Oh, by the way, master, is Chen Fan..." Chen Li's son?

Heishan was silent for a moment, then shook his head after writing: "I don't know, and it's not important? Come on, let's go, aren't you going to steal buns?"

"Who wants it? Steal buns to eat! That's called taking!"

After taking the plain steamed stuffed buns openly, the county magistrate Cheng took his master and ran out of the town to inspect the people's conditions.

When Li Yonghe was intoxicated, he just missed out.

"Where is Mr. Cheng? Didn't you say he came back from the capital?" Li Yong asked the cat demon with some puzzlement.

Pan Xiaoan ate a diced bamboo shoot bun tastelessly in his mouth, humming, it was another day of missing Xiaoyugan: "I'm back, but I went out again."

"...Where did you go?"

"It seems to be some zygote village outside the town. I don't remember it too clearly. Why don't you go find it one by one?"

Li Yongcai is impatient to find someone. Although Ah Cong really regrets not being able to cook chicken, other foods are also delicious. He has plenty of time, so it’s not good to wait while eating.

"I knew you two were here to grab food, hum."

Tao Zui could already smell the fragrance of bamboo, this bamboo was cut from the bamboo forest where he lives, because he often practiced in the bamboo forest, so even the ordinary bamboo has a little bit of spiritual power.

"It smells so good. It feels like a spiritual food. Ah Cong's craftsmanship is really overkill for being alone in the Tangxi county government office." Li Yong couldn't help but admire, showing that his heart of poaching has never stopped.

"Then when the small local restaurant opens, how much do you want? Come and patronize. Three meals a day is not too little, and five meals a day is not too much? Ah." The voice of the county magistrate Cheng came from the gate of the courtyard.

"Hahahaha, five meals a day, are you afraid that you are not a pig demon?" Maomao couldn't help breaking her mouth.

The author has something to say: [The worm has been caught] County magistrate Cheng: To be honest, the entire Tangxi county government is definitely pan cats and cats. If I say this, you must not question it, right?