Xiao Liu understood instantly.
The master is first using the Eighth Prince's matter to curry favor with the Crown Prince, and then getting the Crown Prince to help resolve Zheng You's matter.
The county magistrate of An County was also unlucky, as he happened to run into their master.
No, he deserved to offend someone his master cared about.
"Yes, I will take care of it right away."
Xiao Liu left, and the room became quiet.
A gust of evening wind blew by, causing the peach tree branches to tremble. Zhao Shi'an reached out and grasped a peach blossom that was trying to drift into the house.
Things in this life are completely different from those in the previous life.
He wasn't sold into that family and humiliated, the Eighth Prince didn't die, even Fang Dashu's legs weren't crippled, and many other things changed.
What caused all these changes was not his rebirth, but Fang Qing.
He gripped the peach blossom tightly in his hand.
He became even more convinced that Fang Qing had come to redeem him.
It was as if God saw how much he was suffering and gave him this piece of candy.
*
Fang Qing has finished fundraising for the road repair project and will be able to start construction soon.
The county government was paying close attention to their every move.
After learning that Fang Qing and her team had actually raised money, the county magistrate couldn't sit still any longer.
"She really wants to build the road? I, the county magistrate, didn't contribute a single penny. Wouldn't it be bad if word got out?"
Zheng You obtained his official position by purchasing it with money. He was illiterate and lacked decisiveness. In the past, the county magistrate always made the decisions regarding matters in the county government.
"Don't worry, sir. Not only will no one dare to say anything against you, but they will also thank you."
Why?
“There is an official road from Fangjia Village to the county magistrate’s office. If they dare to tamper with this road, it would be a capital offense.”
The county magistrate was stunned for a moment.
"Then, so the road won't be repaired?"
"They'll repair it, but repairing an official road requires official documents from the government. They'll naturally seek help from the government. In the end, who gets the credit for repairing the road? Isn't it up to the officials to decide?"
As soon as the county magistrate finished speaking, the county magistrate's eyes gleamed.
Yes, how could he not have thought of that?
"That's a good idea..."
However, before he could finish speaking, a sneer rang out from outside.
The two looked at the same time, but did not see a single person outside.
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