There are only three towns next to the Taihang Mountains.

In order to facilitate the situation, the court sent a seventh-rank official, who is now Lord Wen, to conduct unified management. It was this person's idea to set up the yamen in Qingniu Town, because the reason was very simple.

The mountains are high and the water is clear, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. It is a good place to recover from illness.

Yes, Lord Wen is sick.

He is still very ill.

"Cough cough." Wen Gaoyuan sat in the main seat and coughed twice, eased it. Another rapid breathing sound was accompanied by a cough. The feeling of coughing out the lungs was scary.

"Sir, do you want to invite the sir?" asked the ninth-rank chief clerk who was sitting on the left, with concern.

The gentleman he mentioned did not mean a person, but a doctor. Because of the many nobles in Qingniu Town, it is much more reliable in medical treatment than in poor places.

Of course, there are many places for romance and romance.

"No, it's an old problem." Wen Gaoyuan looked gentle and had fame. If he didn't have a bad look and was older, he could be a woman's killer.

Seeing Wen Gaoyuan's tone of speaking was very weak, the chief clerk with a squinted beard didn't know what he was thinking. His little eyes were rolling around, and he didn't look like a good thing no matter how he looked.

"Sir, everyone is almost there, but one person is still missing." The chief clerk said in a low voice.

"Who is the one who is not?" He had already sent someone to notify such a big thing, but there was still someone who dared not to come. Wen Gaoyuan sat upright, his momentum suddenly increased, and he glanced around, trying to find out who was so disrespectful.

"Chen Youyu, the manager of West Street." Just as the chief clerk next to him interrupted and added.

"Oh, it's him, then wait a little longer. Maybe there's something wrong with him, it doesn't matter if he comes late." Hearing Chen Youyu's name, Wen Gaoyuan's originally shiny eyes disappeared immediately, returning to his usual listless appearance.

This made the chief clerk who had originally caused the topic silent for a moment.

It should have been daytime, but the sky outside was dark and the rain was getting heavier. In the distance, a short figure ran towards him with an umbrella.

The rain fell down the edge of the eaves to the ground, and was blocked by someone's body in the middle. Chen Youyu stood at the door, his whole body was wet, like a drowned chicken. As for the already unbearable oil-paper umbrella, the skeletons were scattered when the wind blew.

"It's so heavy." Chen Youyu complained, taking off the oil paper that he draped over his body, and his clothes were still a little wet.

"Chen Youyu, you are late again!" Before the bald man could come in, he condemned him first, as if you were ashamed of the court. I feel very sorry for you!

After saying that, he shook his eyes wildly at the chief clerk sitting next to him.

Unfortunately, the chief clerk seemed to have not seen him, looking at his nose, his nose, and his ears did not hear anything outside the window.

"Damn it, what's wrong with this old man? After finally catching this kid's whip, why didn't he speak?" The bald man was in charge of the South Street manager. His status was the same as Chen Youyu, but he was not at the level and he was just a senior worker.

He hates Chen Youyu the most on weekdays, so he causes trouble for him every day, but the chief clerk does not respond, which makes his big bald head as dazzling as the bright moon a little confused.

"It rained heavily outside, and I went to bed late last night when dealing with some things, so I came a little late." Chen Youyu was not angry, but explained patiently. Even though he hated the old bald man, he didn't want to get a handle on him.

The bald and strong man wanted to have an attack again, but the other party was polite and could not find the loophole. Besides, there were major cases to discuss, so he snorted coldly and didn't say anything more.

"Xiao Yu, come here, come here to sit here." Wen Gaoyuan, a seventh-rank magistrate, saw Chen Youyu's appearance at the time, and showed an extremely friendly look. He used three words in a row.

"Sir, this is not good, and my clothes are not dry yet." Chen Youyu's face froze when he saw the familiar smile and quickly wanted to refuse.

"You're going to see you, Changqing, stand up first and give the seat to Manager Chen." Wen Gaoyuan said to the young man beside him, then looked at Chen Youyu with a smile, and waved his hand, "Come here, don't you want me to invite you?"

Chen Youyu was actually a little uneasy at this moment. I remember that every time this old man spoke to him in this tone, there was absolutely nothing good about it.

Last time I threw the mess on West Street to myself, and last time I said I was looking for some medicinal materials. This time, I didn’t know what tricks to do, so it would be strange if he wasn’t afraid.

He was not afraid of the cunning Wang Zhuan, the silly bald man, and the stubborn military commander in this county government. He was the most difficult thing for the sick magistrate in front of him.

Because I can't see through it.

The king's chief clerk is the power, the old bald man is the money, and the commander of the army is just for food, drink and fun. With a breath, Chen Youyu could see their desires, so he rarely suffered in front of them.

You said that power was appointed by the court. He was appointed by the seventh rank official. If he wanted to have a status, who would not be under his control in the three towns? Chen Youyu tried many times, but he didn't want it. If you want to say that the old man was old and he was still a sick person, he didn't know if it was OK?

So, Chen Youyu sat helplessly in the free-standing position. A young man with expressionless face stood beside him at the same time, wearing a black long gown, his aura was like a piece of Wannian Xuanbing, and his whole body was filled with air conditioning.

Oh, by the way, he is the one who gave up his position, named Wen Changqing.

Almost all the senior officials of Qingniu Town County Office were present today, including Wen Gaoyuan, the 7th-rank magistrate, Wang Ersheng, the ninth-rank chief clerk, Chen Youyu, the West Street manager, Xu Zeliang, the South Street manager, and Zhao Wudi, the North Street manager.

As for the wealthiest East Street manager, the leader of the Gao clan who had been murdered. He is a person with real power and most respected person in Qingniu Town.

At the same time, last night, he was rushed into the mansion by bandits of unknown origin and killed with cruel means. A total of 157 people from all over the sect, all of whom were different from each other, and his death was miserable.

This incident was like a big earthquake in the calm Qingniu Town. Someone dared to murder the Gao clan of the East Street, but it was a tragic death!

With his lips and teeth cold, the gang of high-ranking officials on the East Street jointly sued the officials, alarming Wen Gaoyuan, who had not been concerned for a long time, came forward to comfort everyone, and declared to the outside world that the government would investigate the case thoroughly, handle the case strictly, punish the murderer severely, and give Qingniu Town a peace!

So, that's the main reason why Chen Youyu came to the meeting hall today.

"Is there any medicine?" Wen Gaoyuan, who was sitting in the main seat, leaned half to the right and asked in a low voice.

"Medicine, what medicine?" Chen Youyu looked puzzled.
Chapter completed!