Being a county magistrate is a delusion, but there is still some hope if you can be a chief clerk.
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Qin Yao coughed twice, successfully attracting the attention of Awang and the others, staring at Liu Ji and reminding him:
"Don't forget that your most important task now is to study the notes left by the master carefully and prepare for the imperial examination next year, instead of always thinking about indulging in the addiction of being an official."
The unhurried tone of voice made Liu Ji feel creepy, as if he had returned to the cold twelfth month from the warm March in an instant. He shuddered and lowered his head quickly, picking up the rice bowl and eating non-stop.
It was not until the cold gaze above his head shifted away that he secretly let out a breath and narrowly escaped the disaster.
However, although!
Liu Ji raised his head suddenly and suggested seriously: "Madam, I think we still need to inquire about the itinerary of the new county magistrate."
"Even if I don't serve as the chief clerk anymore, I can still make a good impression in front of the new county magistrate. It won't be a loss, and it will be convenient for me to do things in the future."
Qin Yao thought for a moment, and seeing that Liu Ji was itching to do something, she knew she might not be able to stop him. Rather than letting him do something behind her back, she might as well agree to him.
Anyway, you won’t lose anything.
"Then go and find out for yourself. Come back and report anytime when you have any news." Qin Yao nodded and agreed.
"Yes, sir!"
Liu Ji immediately stood up happily and ran around the table, rubbing the heads of his four children one by one. He was in high spirits - he could finally go out openly!
After a whole winter of reading books at home, he would have become a fool. Now that the beautiful spring days have arrived, how could he let them down!
Qin Yao glanced at him suspiciously. The smile on Liu Ji's face was a little too bright.
Sensing her gaze, Liu Ji quickly stopped smiling and stood up to serve his wife, "My wife, these spring bamboo shoots are delicious. Eat more. They will help you grow."
Qin Yao clenched her fists, "I'm already 22 and still growing?"
Liu Ji lied without blinking: "My wife, you are only eighteen, you can still grow for two years, come on, eat more bamboo shoots, they are sweet and crispy. If you miss this one, you will have to wait another year."
The bamboo shoots were piled into her bowl like a small hill. He looked back and gave her an encouraging smile.
Qin Yao narrowed her eyes dangerously. Liu Ji's smile gradually froze on his face. He quickly picked up all the piled bamboo shoots and put them back into his bowl. He sat down and ate them all in silence.
After a long while, I heard someone beside me picking up the bowl and chopsticks again.
The cloud of death dissipated, Liu Ji raised his eyebrows, and became a lively and brave man again!
After getting his wife's approval, Liu Ji took the initiative to take on the task of sending the children to school early the next morning. After sending the children to school, he rode his horse to the county town.
He had been planning to find some acquaintances in the city to have a drink together and inquire about the whereabouts of the new county magistrate. Unexpectedly, he had just entered the city and walked around for a while when he was bumped by a runner. Fortunately, he did not fall down.
Liu Ji was immediately furious and raised his head to shout: "Who is so blind that he bumps into me on such a wide street?!"
He was a young man dressed in rough clothes, about thirty years old, sweating profusely, and looking anxious. When he saw that he had bumped into someone, he hurriedly reached out his hand to help Liu Ji, saying sorry repeatedly.
"No, no, no!" Liu Ji quickly dodged his outstretched hand. There was black mud between his fingers and he was afraid of getting his New Year's shirt dirty.
Seeing that the man was so anxious, Liu Ji snorted and waved his hand without intending to make a fuss.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." The young man clasped his fists to him again in gratitude and continued to run forward.
"What is this doing?" A passerby asked in confusion.
The others shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know, but judging from the direction, it seemed that they were heading towards the government office. Could they be rushing to report the officials and catch the thief?
"Hey, sir, your things fell." The passerby pointed to the ground and patted Liu Ji who was tidying up his clothes.
Liu Ji looked down in confusion and saw a folded piece of rice paper lying at his feet. Fortunately, it was a sunny day and the road was dry, otherwise it would have melted into the water and rotted.
"It's not mine," Liu Ji said this, but his hands honestly touched all the inner pockets and sleeve pockets of his body. After making sure that it was not the paper he had left behind, he bent down and picked up the paper curiously.
Others came over to take a look out of curiosity, but they couldn't read.
Liu Ji spread out the paper. The ink was still dry and the handwriting was extremely beautiful, looking very new. It was probably a poem about a temple.
"I am trapped on Liaofeng Mountain, my legs are weak and I can neither go up nor down. I leave this last word to the future generations to be careful when climbing high places."
Liu Ji was shocked, "Last words?"
Just as he was thinking that the person who wrote the suicide note was funny, the young farmer who had been running wildly earlier came back and snatched the note from his hand.
This successfully aroused Liu Ji's interest, and he chased forward and asked with a smile: "Hey, brother, where did you get this suicide note? It's written in beautiful words and beautiful words!"
The content is just a bit cowardly. It's just that he was climbing up a hill and his legs became weak halfway up the slope. He couldn't go up or down, so he collapsed and went crazy and wrote this suicide note.
The young man glanced at Liu Ji in surprise but had no time to answer him. He ran all the way to the gate of the yamen, where an official was waiting.
I think this person just came to report to the police, but lost important evidence, and the police are waiting for him to find the evidence.
Liu Ji's face was very recognizable in Kaiyang County. With Qin Yao's reputation, the official recognized him at a glance and politely clasped his fists, "Mr. Liu."
Liu Ji returned the greeting and asked again out of curiosity: "Brother, are you in such a hurry because you have encountered a problem? Do you need my help?"
When the man heard the official calling Mr. Liu Ji, he looked at him politely, handed over the suicide note, and explained:
"This morning I went into the mountains to collect firewood and saw an empty carriage on the side of the road. I guessed that someone had gone up the mountain to collect folk songs. I walked fifty steps forward and found this piece of paper. I can't read, so I took it home and showed it to my son. He then realized that it was a suicide note. Someone was trapped on Liaofeng Mountain!"
"Sir, Liaofeng Mountain is steep and rugged, with steep cliffs on both sides. If someone were trapped in it, I'm afraid it would be very dangerous!"
As he was talking, the officer had already finished reading the suicide note on the paper. When he caught a glimpse of the word "Changli" in the signature, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be such a coincidence?
"You two please go into the hall and wait a moment. I will go and report to the county magistrate!"
He called his companions to bring the person into the hall, and the official hurriedly ran to the back of the yamen with the papers in his hand.
After a while, the county magistrate came out hurriedly with a piece of paper. At first he was surprised that Liu Ji was here, but then he thought again and was pleasantly surprised.
"Mr. Liu, you have come just in time! This matter is of great importance. Mr. Liu, please return home quickly to invite Village Chief Qin to come. I am afraid that the officials in the yamen do not have the ability to rescue the new county magistrate from Liaofeng Mountain."
"What?" Liu Ji did not miss the key word "new county magistrate" from the county magistrate's mouth. He looked at the suicide note, then at the farmer who reported the news, and finally his eyes fell on the county magistrate. He asked in shock:
"The new county magistrate was trapped on Liaofeng Mountain, helpless and mad, and wrote a suicide note and threw it down the mountain?" (End of this chapter)
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