Zhuo Jingning's face was a little strange, but he covered it up very well and did not show any of it.

This county magistrate Fang Weicheng, from what he just said, was simply miserable.

Zhuo Jingning was the county magistrate and covered the sky with his own hands. And this county magistrate Fang’s life was even more miserable than when he was imprisoned in Wencheng County at the beginning.

I have some power in my hands, but I have several bosses. Every year Ice Jingtan Jing really spends money like flowing water. When I get a county magistrate’s salary in a year, it’s just a drop in the bucket.

If it weren't for his family's foundation and his shops and lots of land, his official uniform would have been stripped down.

The filthiness in the past is not worth praising, but today I am bored and thoughtful.

This is the only idea I thought when I was in high school. However, when I put on the official uniform, I realized that I was thinking too much.

It is really difficult to be a clean and good official in Qingting! If you don’t have a family background and you may starve to death, it would be a joke.

If you don’t want to starve to death or not want to be a member of the crowd, you will be destined to be a long time. Such a boss, any two are dissatisfied with some complaints, and this official uniform should be taken off.

What should be "dirty" in this day still have to be "dirty". What should be "dirty" in life still have to be "dirty".

Don't say this.

The county town under the jurisdiction of this Fang County Magistrate is called Chicheng, not a small county town, but a prosperous and large county town. With such a rich scenery, various famous families are naturally indispensable in the county town.

Not to mention that there are thousands of Confucian disciples from wealthy families, there are two great Confucian disciples in Chicheng!

What is a great scholar?

Only when a breath of mighty spirit has reached the realm of a saint, such a Confucian scholar is qualified to be called a great scholar.

This is the same as a person who has cultivated the eighteen ring marks!

There are two in Chi County!

To be honest, Zhuo Jingning really has a little sympathy for this county magistrate Fang. No wonder this county magistrate just ran out because of such a thing, and took advantage of the fact that he was not in the mansion to avoid the lawsuit that gave him a headache.

Because that Yuanwai Liu was the grandfather of one of the great scholars.

Very involved!

Zhuo Jingning thought for a while and said, "The wind blows from the east to the south, and people walk from the north to the west. This person always has a day when the sun sets in the west. This is Liu Yuanwai's 80th birthday. This is a joyful funeral and a happy event!"

He said this, which means to set a certainty for this person's murder case first. Once multiple parties admit that it was a happy event, the case will be easy to handle, and no matter how deeply it involves it, it will be fine.

The dead are the greatest, but the living people with power are even greater.

As the county magistrate, there is a lot of room for operation. After all, Confucianism supports the Qing emperor, so he will abide by the Qing court system. Even a moral sage, a great Confucian scholar, must give Fang Weicheng a little bit of a shame.

Fang Weicheng was a Confucian disciple, but in the face of imperial power, he was first an official and then a Confucian disciple.

The monarch, minister and minister are also practiced by Confucianism.

Fang Weicheng understood and hurriedly thanked him. He had already understood what Zhuo Jingning said.

Some things are hard to say, just start by saying them. You can always understand what you should understand. If you can't understand, then clean up the bed and go back to your hometown as soon as possible, so as not to offend people inexplicably, or suffer unrestrained disasters, and cause great trouble to your family.

After this incident, Fang Weicheng repeatedly asked Zhuo Jingning to stay there for a few days.

Zhuo Jingning did not agree, and when he arrived in Chi County, he separated directly. For this reason, the county magistrate Fang was very reluctant to leave. Before leaving, he asked Zhuo Jingning to come to him when he encountered something. He would do his best to help him.

Zhuo Jingning smiled and said certain, but in his heart he was crazily complaining that this kid had learned so quickly.

What does it mean to do your best?

This aspect depends entirely on Fang Weicheng's personal wishes.

If you help, you do your best, and if you help ten times, you do your best. If you don’t help, you still do your best.

The operating space is quite large.

Zhuo Jingning and Fang Weicheng exchanged all the way and gained a lot, letting him know what kind of county town this Chi County is.

Two great scholars who have cultivated their great aura to the realm of a saint, the water in this county is self-evident, not as deep as it is!

He is not afraid, but he should not cause trouble in the city.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Jingning asked about the way and went to an inn for dinner.

Fang Weicheng's roast chicken at most let him cushion his belly, making it feel better to fade out of the bird's mouth in the wilderness these days.

It’s easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it’s difficult to go from extravagance to frugality!

Mr. Zhuo was used to enjoying it and couldn't change it for a while.

This inn is called Chunjiang Tower, not because it is leaning against a river. This river is not called Chunjiang, and it has nothing to do with the river.

Chunjiang Tower is called this, and it is the owner of this inn. Although he has not cultivated a sense of prosperity and knowledge, he wrote a poem after getting drunk, called Chunjiang. This poem of Chunjiang is famous. I got it by chance and was praised by great scholars.

Then this man thought of his pinnacle of his life, so he waved his hand and turned his inn into Chunjiang Tower.

The chef in Chunjiang Tower is not ordinary, and the words of the great scholars praise him are even more famous in a radius of ten miles and well-known to everyone in the area of ​​hundreds of miles.

While talking with Fang Weicheng, Zhuo Jingning asked which restaurant in Chixian has good skills. The magistrate Fang repeatedly recommended this inn.

Drinking and eating, Zhuo Jingning half-squinted his eyes and admired the lively scene in Chi County.

Although you can only see a corner of Chi County from Chunjiang Tower, you can also see a lot of things. In particular, Zhuo Jingning was a county magistrate and knew the local aspects of a county well.

For example, if there are almost no yamen runners on this street, but they are very lively, no one has caused trouble, and no thieves or beggars are seen, then it is definitely not a good security on this street!

Instead, there is a mastermind behind this street, and at least 80% of the oil and water on this street falls into the pocket of the mastermind behind this street.

If you want to plunder a fortune to make your pockets pop up, then you can directly find the mastermind behind this street and force the other party to give up half of the oil and water.

If you are more ruthless, then just take a knife, throw a charge, and grab it directly.

However, such masterminds are often mixed locally and have very complex relationships, and are real local tyrants.

If you really want to take action, you should not drag your feet when taking action, and you should not be able to alert the enemy before this, so as not to give the other party time to be alert and react.

You have to take action without warning, and then use thunder to kill all the things you want!

Zhuo Jingning's eyes turned, and suddenly felt something was wrong with the surrounding environment. It seemed that someone was looking at him, so he followed the feeling and looked over.

I immediately found the person who was looking at him.

It was an old man wearing a shabby Taoist robe, a little sloppy, and was looking at him at this time. His eyes were from top to bottom, full of life experience, and he nodded slightly from time to time, as if he was very satisfied.

Zhuo Jingning put down the chopsticks in his hand, and his eyes were a little surprised.

There is also a Taoist priest who is doing so miserably?

He remembered that the rice bowl was quite rich, and it was in this second level of the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, which had humanitarian consciousness.

So Zhuo Jingning thought for a while, and after a moment of silence, he felt that this Taoist priest should have been dressed like this.

As for why he did this and why the old man looked at it, Zhuo Jingning did not think deeply about it.

Because he had already seen that the old man was a practitioner of the annual ring state of mind, and his level was not low, and he did not reach the level of the eighteen annual ring marks, but there were also seventeen.

It's just one ring mark!

Such strength is not top-notch in the Qing court, but it is very strong... But in Zhuo Jingning's eyes, it is only good.

Because it is not a threat to him at all.

Will people care about not threatening themselves?

So Zhuo Jingning was too lazy to think about the reason why this old Taoist priest deliberately dressed up like this would look at him like this.

So Zhuo Jingning raised his glass, toasted a glass from afar, nodded, as a saying hello.

This is also a hint - don't look at the old Taoist priest.

Unexpectedly, this old Taoist priest actually came here because of this.

Then the big horse sat opposite Zhuo Jingning with a golden knife, stroked his beard with one hand, and nodded slightly.

Zhuo Jingning looked puzzled. Looking like this, even if he didn't want to provoke others for no reason, there were always people who didn't think so!

So he was going to hear what the old Taoist priest said.

Well said, send him down with one punch.

I was not right, so I would just send him down with a punch.

Mr. Zhuo is so independent and dedicated!

Because Zhuo Jingning restrained his murderous intent so well, the old Taoist priest did not notice it at all. Moreover, because he was shocked by Zhuo Jingning's vigorous qi and blood, he was full of his mind and was very disastrous.

Zhuo Jingning didn't speak. After a while, about two minutes, he heard the old Taoist priest laugh.

The laughter is very thick and does not look old.

"This little brother, I'm very handsome. I'm not from Chicheng, right?" asked the old Taoist priest with a smile, his attitude very kind, as if he was just chatting casually.

Zhuo Jingning poured himself a glass of wine, drank it all, then called the waiter to come over, and brought a new set of wine glasses to the old Taoist priest, signaling the old Taoist priest to pour himself into the wine. Zhuo Jingning said slowly: "This old Taoist priest is not from Chicheng, right?"

The old Taoist priest was stunned, and then asked with a strange look on his face: "Do you recognize me?"

"I don't know." Zhuo Jingning shook his head and answered truthfully. He had only been in the second level of the world of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio for a few days, how could he know this old Taoist priest?

He would say this, just bluffing it casually, because there was nothing to say, so he just talked nonsense, but he didn't expect it to be a mistake.

"That's right. There is one old Taoist priest who has not come out of the mountain. The little brother knows the old Taoist priest, that's a ghost." The old Taoist priest slapped his thigh and nodded repeatedly.
To be continued...