Zhang Hulan drank fake alcohol, burped, and then died. In a single transmigration, the originally infertile her suddenly had three children, which made her incredibly happy.
But someone wante...
If Wu Deyong thinks it is feasible, then it is the government's business and has nothing to do with her.
Zhang Hulan said hello to Wang and then went to the county town.
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At the gate of the county government office, Zhang Hulan stepped forward and asked, "Brother officer, is the county magistrate in the county government office?"
The yamen runner who had received money from Zhang Hulan last time still recognized Zhang Hulan and said, "The county magistrate is not here. He has gone to the prefecture. If you have anything to do, come back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
"Not here?"
Zhang Hulan was so depressed, thinking it was all a wasted trip.
It would take half a day to go back and forth, and she was just trying to get something for free.
Not only did she waste half a day, but her legs were also sore.
But what can I do? I can only go back.
However, she still had to ask clearly when County Magistrate Wu would return, as she didn't want to make another wasted trip.
"Then are you sure the county magistrate will come back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"
The bailiff shook his head. "I can't say for sure when he will be back. The county magistrate left yesterday and should be back today. But we dare not make random guesses about the county magistrate's itinerary."
The bailiff asked one more question, "Are you here to report a crime to the county magistrate, or do you have something else to ask the county magistrate?
If you want to report a case, you don't have to wait for the county magistrate, just find the county magistrate.
When the county magistrate left, he told us that if anyone in the yamen reported a case, they should ask the county magistrate to handle it."
Zhang Hulan waved her hand and said, "I'm not here to report a crime to the county magistrate. I'm here to ask the county magistrate for something else."
"What's the matter?" A voice sounded from a carriage behind Zhang Hulan.