Marin's face was dark, he was holding his breath, almost choking to death, but he couldn't just lash out. What he found most unacceptable was those constables; they had clearly promised him before they came, but how could that little bitch have turned the tide with just a few words?
snort!
Equally furious was Davina, who had come looking for trouble but ended up being free labor in an instant—how could this be?
Old Butler Qi wept uncontrollably. Madam Mo was truly the young master's nemesis; now he wouldn't have to go back…
Young Ling Feng observed all of this with a blank expression. He carried out the tasks assigned by his master, and if he encountered any fools, he would just let them pass by and teach them a lesson.
Mo Qingcheng was overjoyed. She pulled out a bag of sunflower seeds from somewhere and started eating them while giving instructions and checking the precision and workmanship of Liu San and the others.
Liu Cuihua, who lives right next to the rice paddies, looked on with envy and let out a soft sigh.
Li Changgeng was both amused and exasperated: "Honey, are you tired?"
"Why are you speaking such blunt truths?" Liu Cuihua glared at Li Changgeng playfully. "No, it's all your fault for leading me into the underworld. I was just envious, wasn't I? Honey, why are so many people here to help us?"
Li Changgeng was slightly taken aback: "Wife of the child, don't gossip behind her back, or you'll get yourself into trouble."
"..." Liu Cuihua was speechless, rolled her eyes, and thought, "Coward, what are you afraid of?"
Is Madam Mo such a tactless person? Would she dare to challenge the county magistrate if she wasn't confident? Even a fool could see that Madam Mo was deliberately making things difficult for Constable Ma.
Officer Ma suffered a silent loss, and the county magistrate couldn't be smug anymore. Why did he feel so relieved? He could eat two more bowls of rice when he got home for lunch.
Liu San, Li Si, and the others just watched the fun; the important thing was to do their jobs well. Mo Niangzi was beautiful and kind-hearted; next time something like this happened, she'd think of them first, and that was enough…
Bai Yueniang was calmly directing things at home, completely unaware of what was happening in the rice paddies. Even if the sky were to fall, Sister Mo would be there to hold it up, hehe…
Mo Qingcheng didn't call for a stop, but Ma Lin called for a stop and laughed, then kicked a constable to the ground in anger.
Shangguan Yunxi's eyes darted around: "Uncle Constable, are your legs not obeying you? Should your mother find you a doctor?"
"Pfft!" Marin nearly choked to death on a mouthful of blood, glaring angrily at the little girl with a murderous look on his face.
"Uncle Magistrate, does your dog bite?" The little girl turned around and looked at Qi Yuanwei with a smile.
Qi Yuanwei, an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire: "..."
"Oh, so the magistrate's dog bites people..." The little girl looked disappointed and pouted.
Qi Yuanwei frowned slightly, a strange feeling rising in his heart for some reason: "No, I know... Uncle will never allow it."
"Wow, really? Uncle Magistrate, you're such a good person! I'm so relieved now. Before, when we were poor, we lacked food and drink, and vicious dogs always stole our food..."
The little girl seemed a bit down, tilting her head and staring at Qi Yuanwei with a disapproving look.
"It will never happen again... never again..." Qi Yuanwei's voice wasn't loud, but Ma Lin and the others heard it clearly, and a sense of crisis rose in their hearts.
The county magistrate was led by the nose by that brat?
No!
Absolutely not!
Shangguan Yunxi smiled and said, "Uncle Magistrate, my mother's hot pot is delicious. How about I treat you to some tomorrow?"
"Okay!" Qi Yuanwei agreed subconsciously, only to realize later that he had been tricked by the girl.
"Uncle Magistrate, you're so handsome! You must be a good person!" Bai Ziming rushed forward and grabbed Qi Yuanwei's hand.
Qi Yuanwei: "..."
Where did this annoying person come from?
Can I kick it away?
Bai Ziming knew when to stop. The little guy patted the small water pouch on his waist, blinked, took it off, and handed it to Qi Yuanwei: "Uncle, drink this, it's very sweet."
"..." Can Qi Yuanwei not be thirsty?
Butler Qi barely suppressed the urge to burst out laughing. It was rare to see his young master get the short end of the stick, so this was really good news. He would write a letter to the master as soon as he got home that night.
The young master's heart is stirred...
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