As if afraid that they wouldn't believe her, Erniu pointed at her forehead and said, "The ones my sister and I drew were drawn by mother, but she erased them. Daddy told her to do it."

Ding Youtian touched his nose and glanced at Erniu. If he had a needle in his hand at this moment, he would sew Erniu's mouth shut without hesitation.

But Erniu's words were tacitly ignored by the county magistrate and the chief clerk. People's hearts are often like this. When life is smooth and worry-free, when others say something good is happening, they hope it is true but do not quite believe it; but when others say something bad is about to happen, they are always worried that it will come true.

The same is true in reverse. They are almost suffocated by life. At this time, they hope that any good thing is true and are willing to choose to believe it. Moreover, many people in the city have picked up a full basket of things in the mountains that are shaped like human feces.

It is said to look like human feces because the shapes are extremely similar, in strips or lumps, and some of the feces piles even have spiral tips on them, but the color is shiny black and oily. How can human feces have such a good color?

Moreover, overnight, the previously bare mountains were covered with green grass, and green grass even grew in many cracks in the rocks. Therefore, when the news spread by Tong Bajin and Erlangzi spread, the people tended to believe that there really was an immortal who appeared in the county magistrate's wife's dream, and that God finally stopped taking them, the people of Danyang, and perhaps good days were coming.

"You are truly the great benefactors of our Danyang County!" County Magistrate Lu Da has never been good at expressing his emotions. At this moment, he glanced at Jian Ning's forehead, and an expression of uncontrollable joy appeared on his face.

The chief clerk Gong Changchun is also one of them.

"Let's go for a walk in the mountains." Lu Da and Gong Changchun bowed to each other and left together.

After they left, Ding Youtian pointed at Erniu and said, "If you keep talking too much, Daddy will sew your mouth shut. Let's see if you can keep talking."

"What did I say wrong?" Erniu was dissatisfied and pouted her little mouth.

"Sir, Madam." At this time, Tong Bajin and Erlangzi came quickly from outside the government office. Tong Bajin asked Jian Ning, "Madam, do we still need to go to the neighboring county to buy charcoal and firewood?"

"Of course. Wait, I'll go back to the house to get the silver." Jian Ning turned around and went to the backyard.

As soon as she left, a convoy from the provincial capital transporting dried cow and horse dung arrived. The local people mostly used wheat straw or cow and horse dung to make fire and cook. Every year at this time, the provincial capital would transport some cow and horse dung to Danyang to provide heating for the people.

The yamen runner told Ding Youtian that in previous years it was the Tongzhi who handled this matter, but this year it was the Futai Yang Minzhi. He also sent a private letter to Ding Youtian along with the official document, asking whether his family had arrived safely, and mentioned the disappearance of Tongpan Jiang Xiaohe.

"Don't run around, wait for your mother here." Ding Youtian instructed Erniu and Sanniu, and went back to the house to write a letter to Lord Yang. Picking up the pen, he wondered whether he should also write a letter to the head of the village to ask him to tell him the whereabouts of the eldest brother Ding Zhu.

Brothers are brothers after all. Last time, because of the matter between Meixiang and Chen Lei, they had a conflict with Pei Xiyuan and others outside the ancestral hall. The eldest brother rushed there with the second and third brothers at the first time. Ding Youtian remembered this kindness in his heart.

Furthermore, Ding Zhu finally gave up his evil thoughts. He thought of letting the head of the village inform the boss, and just need not say that the news came from him.

Since hybrid grains were fully promoted in Dayan Dynasty, the governor of Dazhou County would often send the village head to other counties to teach hybrid grain planting techniques. In his letter, he instructed the village head to just say that he had run into Ding Zhu outside.

He was halfway through writing the letter when Jian Ning came over. Seeing him writing, she suddenly remembered the promise she had made to Hong Gu, which she had forgotten the day before.

"It's just right. Let's write a letter to Qin Yifan and Mei Niang as well." She told Ding Youtian that Lu Da's wife, Hong Gu, was Cai Sibei's eldest sister. "Tell Qin Yifan by the way to let him know that Master Cai has written a letter to Hong Gu, telling her about the family affairs. Hong Gu is thinking about her family."

"Yes, madam, even if you don't tell me to wait for two days, I will write to Brother Yifan." Ding Youtian has now sided with the prince. Their family spent the New Year in Zhuling County. Prince Yong's spies must know about it. No matter whether Qin Yifan stands on the side or not, he will definitely be regarded as the prince's party by Prince Yong.

He had originally wanted to talk to Qin Yifan about this, and also tell Jian Ning about Ding Zhu. Jian Ning shook her head and said, "I don't think it's necessary. She didn't ask us to help her return home before we left, which shows that she still clings to the present life. Besides, if Lord Yang is better and she changes her temper, and Madam Yang is a very tolerant person, she will have a son or daughter with Lord Yang in the future, and she will have a lifelong support."

"Another one." Jian Ning smiled and said, "Have you forgotten that we are her 'brother and sister-in-law'? Since she made up a lie, if the eldest couple knew that she had hooked up with the prefect, do you think they would come all the way here to claim her as their relative?"

"They can take advantage of Wu Fengfu's power. It's better to wait a few years for Ding Zhu to develop on her own. If she misses her parents, she'll think of a way to lie and mention it to Lord Yang. That's their own business. It's best for us not to interfere."

Ding Youtian said, "If Madam hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost done something foolish. My master once said, 'There are only blessings that cannot be enjoyed, but no suffering that cannot be endured.' The eldest brother and the other two elders can only live by doing their duty, and it's only by building themselves up step by step that they can keep it and live in peace."

"Once one suddenly becomes rich or has a little power, one will do something strange. Fortunately, my wife reminded me."

Jian Ning poked his forehead with her finger and said, "Don't try to fool me. I won't fall for it. I'm leaving."

"You woman, you are becoming more and more lawless. You dare to poke the official's forehead at will? Be careful, the master will give you a beating."

Tsk, Jian Ning turned around and poked him on the head again, rolled his eyes, then walked out and called Erniu and Sanniu to go out of the yamen.

The streets today were noticeably busier than yesterday, with people carrying baskets and hampers everywhere. Jane Ning could vaguely hear what they were saying about thunder god shit.

Isn't thunder dung a wild vegetable in the mountains? Just as Jane Ning was wondering if the thunder dung they were talking about was actually sheep dung, she saw a woman running out of a shop on the street and yelling at her, "Oh, could this be the county magistrate's wife?"

"Of course she is! Look, she has a flower ornament between her eyebrows. She must be the magistrate's wife."

"Yes, it's true. My God, the county magistrate's wife is such a beauty!"

The people on the street came over and surrounded the three of them, mother and daughter. Everyone's face was filled with excitement, and they asked her about the scene in her dream, mostly asking about what the immortals looked like.

Since they called sheep dung "thunder god shit," Jian Ning laughed and said, "I don't remember what he looked like after I woke up. I just vaguely remember that his face was covered with hard stubble, and his face was as black as charcoal, very majestic."

The people were in an uproar, saying that it must be the Thunder God.

"Mom!" Erniu tugged at Jian Ning's sleeve, her little face full of confusion. "When Mom told us about Journey to the West, didn't she say that there was no..."

Jian Ning covered her mouth with her hand and then picked her up. "Open your mouth, let me see, you seem to have cavities."

"Ah!" Erniu screamed.