Lord Deng’s study was separated by only one screen.

The four treasures of the study on the table are neatly placed without any dust.

While the other party was writing letters at the desk, Chen Mu saw a pile of documents next to him, and quietly picked them up and watched while the other party was not paying attention.

Mangaya shook his head and planned to take a look, but the man pushed it away.

The woman wrinkled her nose and twisted her head and didn't bother to look at it.

She picked up the teacup and tried to take a few sips to moisten her lips, but looking at the weed-like tea leaves, she felt disgusted and covered it with the tea cover again.

Although she disliked her, the woman did sincerely respect the official.

As a killer, she has seen many officials of all sizes. No one can truly achieve this level, most of whom enjoy the convenience brought by their identity.

In any case, this Lord Deng can be regarded as a model for all officials.

If officials in any dynasty are like this, why worry about the unhealthy world and the uneasy people.

As for what Chen Mu said, there should not be too many such officials, otherwise the dynasty would not be able to last for a long time, this guy must have felt ashamed of himself, so he was jealous.

The woman glanced at the man next to her and secretly disdained her.

Chen Mucao browsed several documents and his expression became a little complicated.

He looked around at the dilapidated house in front of him and the rice grains with dust in the tank... Finally, he just sighed softly, with regret and bitterness in his sigh.

Soon, Lord Deng wrote a letter.

As a poor and yellow-haired girl, Mangaya respectfully took it with her dirty little hands, and another burst of gratitude was heard.

Lord Deng said: "If you have any questions, you can come to me directly."

Mangaya lit up his little head and helped Chen Mu on the chair next to him up. Before leaving, he suddenly asked, "Mr. Deng, have you ever seen the goddess? Is she that beautiful?"

Deng Wensheng narrowed his eyes, looked at the girl with a curious expression, and said lightly: "She will go to Fenghua Temple to discuss the destiny in a few days, and you can go and have a look at it yourself."

"What is the theory of destiny?"

Mangayashi was puzzled.

Lord Deng did not answer, slightly lifted a corner of the door curtain, obviously giving an order to expel the guest.

Mangaya smiled awkwardly and helped Chen Mu leave the house.

When he walked into the yard, Chen Mu looked at the two pounds of bacon hanging next to him, and suddenly asked in an old voice: "Mr. Deng, when will the flood in Caohuan County be calm?"

Deng Wensheng held up the door curtain and paused his arm, staring at Chen Mu without saying a word.

Mangaya from the side hurriedly said, "Grandpa, this is a natural disaster, just like that drought. Lord Deng is not a god, so you can't pray for God to come to peace."

The woman said, while quietly pinching Chen Mu's arm.

Chen Mu ignored the woman's warning and sighed bitterly, "It's my home after all. If I can go back one day, it will naturally be the best. The fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots."

Mankayyapa thought, and his face was very cooperative and sad. But he advised: "Grandpa, as long as people are alive, where isn't they roots?"

Looking at the grandfather and grandson, Deng Wensheng looked guilty:

"Old sir, I will do my best to help you. No matter whether it is natural disasters or man-made disasters, as long as I am still in one day, I will definitely let you survive."

"That's good...that's good..."

Chen Mu nodded slightly.

...

After coming out of the prefect's house, Chen Mu was still in his dream.

Unfortunately, there is no video recording equipment. If the images of the prefect’s house are placed in the court, it will inevitably cause a huge sensation.

Let them know what role models are!

On the way to Sifang Academy, Mangaya found an opportunity to pull him into a remote path.

"How is it? After seeing this prefect, do you feel ashamed?" The woman looked at the man with teasing eyes, "It's the ultimate opposite to you, a corrupt official."

Seeing Chen Mu staring at her with a very strange eye, Mangaya touched his cheek: "What's wrong?"

Chen Mu asked: "Where did you get the fake identity?"

Mankayyapa raised his thin eyebrows proudly and said with a smile:

"I finally realized how powerful my sister is. I said a long time ago that in the disguise, there are not many people in the world who are my opponents."

She carried her hands on her back, her toes on the ground little by little, like a lively little girl:

"Actually, it was a coincidence that I met a bullied grandfather and grandson while fighting with two gangsters. I found the letter from them.

After inquiring, I learned about the incident. But the grandfather and grandson changed their minds at that time and did not plan to settle in Fenghua City, so I left that letter for later use."

"It's that simple?" Chen Mu expressed doubts.

"What do you think? But then again, even without this fake identity, I have a way to get close to the prefect."

Mangaya shook his chest confidently.

Looking at the woman's bust that was obviously smaller, Chen Mu felt a little distressed: "Go back and unload the disguise. It will be uncomfortable after a long time. If it deforms, it will be bad."

"You want to care?"

Mangaya glared at him and muttered in a low voice. "If it weren't for the pain, I would have been cut long ago!"

A cruel person!

Chen Mu had enough reason to believe that this woman might not be joking.

"Go back now?" the woman asked.

Chen Mu shook his head: "No hurry, go to the government office first. Generally speaking, the prefect should live in the government office, but Lord Deng lives alone in the courtyard and doesn't know what he thinks."

"I just don't want to be privileged. Is there any problem?" Mankayah sneered.

"Yeah, no problem."

Chen Mu no longer wants to waste more talk with this woman, and he acts like he is right in everything you say.

The two of them came to the front of the government office and were indeed as dilapidated as Chen Mu expected. Even the drums outside the door had a shallow layer of dust.

Although there are officials patrols and guards, they are still too deserted after all.

"Oh, it's disappointing."

Chen Mu sighed inexplicably in amid the woman's confusing gaze.

“Why are you disappointed?”

Mangaya was getting worse and less than enough of his mind, and he couldn't understand Chen Mu's thoughts at all.

"Nothing." Chen Mu's mood was obviously much lower than before, and he said lightly. "Go back and come to investigate again in the evening."

Mangaya was very unhappy and grabbed him: "Hey, what's going on with you? Can you speak more openly like a man? Is it interesting to be so encouraging to others?"

Chen Mu pursed his lips and was about to speak, but he accidentally saw a little girl sitting on the steps not far away.

The little girl sat alone, staring at the government office.

It seems that someone is waiting for someone to come out.

She is extremely slim and looks about five or six years old. She looks malnourished and is wearing coarse cloth clothes.

In the girl's arms, she was holding a small cloth doll.

Chen Mu walked over and looked at the thin little girl without speaking, but just looked at the other person with a strange look.

The little girl's head was slightly shifted and she looked at Chen Mu.

She raised the doll in her hand, and as she pulled her sleeves, she could see scars on her wrists.

The girl said frivolously: "Uncle, can you give this doll to Dazhuang's family? I don't want to make my father angry. If he gets angry, he will hit me."

Chen Mu ignored the doll in the other party's hand, squatted down and asked softly: "Do you think your father is a good official?"

"Dad is the best official in the world."

The little girl said.

Chen Mu laughed, with a little sarcastic feeling.
Chapter completed!