Chapter 2 This 'pussy' can pretend!

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Chen Mu was anxious.

I thought that with a simple preparation, I would be able to successfully ascend to the hall and receive rewards.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a hell difficulty, and it was like a bolt from the blue.

There isn't even a person who can knock a stick and call him "V5".

Looking at Cao Zhengxiang who came back from posting notices in person, Chen Mu couldn't help but ask: "Master Cao, how can we handle the case without arresting the police? This is also called a yamen?"

"Ahem, sir..." Cao Zhengxiang coughed twice and lowered his voice: "Have you forgotten that at the beginning, you thought that neither the left nor the right would handle the case, and it didn't matter whether there were arrests or not, so there was no recruitment at all. After all, there were eight arrests. With the quota, we can earn a lot of salary in one year."

"..." Chen Mu suddenly felt that his head was a little big.

Mud, it’s true that he is not a good person, and he can’t afford this kind of money.

…

The notice at the yamen gate was posted.

It didn't take long for the news to spread throughout Fengjiang County.

In the minds of local feudal people, the promotion of a government office to a court was a new thing.

What's more, Wuliangshan's incident has already spread throughout the city, and no one believes that the county magistrate dares to handle this case.

Therefore, it is unexpected that Shen Mu chose to stand up so quickly.

"You really want to go to court to handle the case?"

"It's probably because of the pressure from Dali Capital. What else can we do if we don't get promoted to court?"

"That's right, the people from Wuliang Mountain have reached the border area, and they have no way out."

"I heard that the one who came here is one of the four masters of Wuliang Mountain, a major cultivator in the middle martial arts realm. The disciple who died was from his lineage, and he was quite arrogant."

"I'm afraid the person named Shen is gone, but it's okay. It's not a pity that the dog officer dies."

There was a lot of discussion from the outside world.

But whether it was the locals in Fengjiang or those outside watching the excitement, it seemed that the county magistrate Fengjiang had decided that it was basically a dead end.

After all, the Wuliangshan disciple's death was unusual, and he, a lowly county magistrate, could find out nothing.

Unless he can appeal to some of the magical landscapes of the Dali Dynasty that offer incense, there may be a chance of success, such as the water god of Wujiang River in Dali hundreds of miles away, or the mountain god in Lingshan Mountain to the west.

Just thinking about it with the back of my head, I know that this is simply impossible.

Let's not talk about whether people can deal with you based on official rank or rank. As for his reputation as the magistrate of Fengjiang County, he was well-known in Dali Kyoto City before he came to Fengjiang County.

If you really go and beg, I'm afraid you won't even be able to light a piece of incense.

Moreover, the miraculous mountains and rivers enshrined by the Dali Dynasty will affect the land and water of the country. If a war is really launched for him, it will definitely affect the fate of the country.

Of course, he could also ask for help from the Dali military camp stationed outside the city, which was stationed on the border.

The general who had just been transferred from the capital not long ago was rumored to be not weak in strength and had a special status. He was just a bit temperamental, and he was probably more difficult to recruit than the enshrined mountain god.

Such an analysis really means that Tiantian is ineffective and should not respond to anything.

Just wait to die.

…

Dark night is coming.

Pervading the frontier.

There are no red lanterns hanging high in sight.

I can't hear the west wind galloping outside the city.

No one even knew that there were flying swords scattered across the sky under the bright moon.

They drifted into the city, then fled into the alleys and disappeared without a trace.

At the night shop stall, a rickety old man was awakened by the wind. He glanced at the dark street, and then looked away.

While banging on the cold pipe pot, he hummed a tune in his mouth: "We live too long, loneliness becomes a worry, and we can't see enough of the bustle. Why not find a wife to climb on the bed of her kang, warm the quilt and lift the bellyband?" , two grapes are as black as autumn..."

…

The next day.

The wind came from the southwest and it started to rain.

But even with such weather, it still cannot stop the enthusiasm of Fengjiang people.

Folk customs are like this, people just watch the fun and don't take it too seriously.

It is understandable that life is not easy, so we have to have some fun.

The teahouses and restaurants outside the Yamen have long been deserted.

Although it is not as luxurious and noble as the capital city, Fengjiuchen Tea has its own unique flavor.

Many people just like to seek out this feeling of begging for drinks.

There are more and more people around.

Some of them were dressed in strange clothes, which made them look like foreigners.

Some Tsing Yi folding fans have an extraordinary bearing, standing out from the crowd like immortals.

There are also people with swords on their waists and swords on their backs, hovering above the pavilion with a fierce momentum.

It is not difficult to guess that most of these people have high-profile backgrounds.

It's just that such a scene is not strange in the eyes of the people in Fengjiang.

How much is a monk worth?

No matter how well you dress and look, as long as you don't get a bloody head, it's not worth paying attention to.

There are too many pretentious monks these days, and those two who carry swords have spent the night on the rafters since last night, and were not kidnapped by the passing hidden monster and used as playthings and then supper.

Even if they are lucky.

Within the county government office.

Chen Mu was neatly dressed and sat in the courtroom early.

His face is still pale, which has little to do with his psychological quality. His skin color is natural.

Opening the small box in front of him, there was a green official seal carved with blue and white jade. Only the officials directly under the Dali Dynasty were equipped with it.

If you look carefully, there seems to be a faint yellow air line flowing, with weak energy, but extremely pure.

This is the transformation of luck, the luck from the Dali Dynasty.

[Item: Official seal of Fengjiang City, weak luck]

[Dali Dynasty Luck Proportion: 0.045%]

[Tip: Good luck can bless the county and improve the residents’ happiness index]

A line of small prompts appeared in front of Chen Mu's eyes.

"It turns out that this is great luck, but..." Shen Mu frowned: "It's too little, isn't it? It's thinner than embroidery needles and threads."

The proportion of luck is only a few tenths of a percent, which is nothing like none.

You are really not your biological child. It is still a border town after all. How can such a strategically important place be blessed with such a little luck?

Chen Mu felt a little unbalanced in his heart. This feeling was very similar to the situation when he went to the province with his leader to apply for funding. Anyway, every time it was their turn, it was basically gone.

Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his mentality.

After the current difficulty is over, it is necessary to grab some... well, discuss it with other counties and counties to even out the luck.

We are all big people, and counties with more luck should share it.

This is what a good county magistrate should do.

aside,

Cao Zhengxiang sniffed a pink handkerchief. The pattern embroidered on it was a golden lotus in full bloom. The golden threads flowed lifelikely, and there seemed to be an occasional fragrance spreading out, refreshing the heart and lungs. It was very novel.

Looking at the sky outside, he put away the silk handkerchief and said, "Sir, the time has come."

Chen Mu came back to his senses and glanced at the temporary arrests in front of him.

He also knew the man at the front. He was the one who delivered the 'Ye Xiang' to the government office last night.

As if sensing Chen Mu's thoughts, Cao Zhengxiang leaned forward, stretched out five fingers, and whispered.

"Sir, be content with yourselves. Five cents a day is a good deal. After all, it is unlucky for you to ascend to the throne. No one wants to come."
To be continued...