Fang Chang nodded, he didn't ask what was going on, but just followed the old man's valley mountain and walked out of the yard.

There were not many people outside, and everyone was busy cleaning up the snow on the ground, piled it in the unimpeded place, and then went back to their own homes. After all, in the cold winter, it was the most comfortable to cat in a warm place.

However, older children are not afraid of the cold and are playing outside.

The snow piles that the adults cleaned just now have become their best amusement park. Some people have snowballs and snowball fights, some people have stuffed snowballs into the back of others' necks, some people have tools to build snowmen, some people have built snowmen as targets, and they have smashed snowballs from a distance...

"This Yongjia Mansion is quite lively." Fang Chang said to Gushan.

"Uh-huh."

County government offices are generally not in the middle of the city, but are often located in a northerly location in the city. Of course, different places vary according to their own situation, but almost no county government offices are built by the city wall, and none of them are built outside the city.

Yongjia Prefecture has vast arable land and a drought climate, but it is still rich due to the continuous construction of water conservancy for many years. Overall, it looks similar to Ninghe Prefecture on the street.

There are many shops on both sides, but it is cold in winter and there are few customers, but there are constantly carriages coming and going from the street.

The carriages carrying passengers were hung with door curtains, some were floral blue cloth, while others were still covered with a layer of oil cloth, or were directly tied with straw ropes to expose the goods inside.

Not far away is the county government office, which looks quite new, as if it has been built in recent years, Gushan said:

"As the saying goes, 'Officials do not repair the yamen', and the same is true for the past magistrates of Yongjia Prefecture. However, in the past two years, the county yamen was disrepaired and eventually collapsed. There was no room for repair. The current magistrate had to pay from the treasury and build a new seat."

"Is it the one who asked Mr. Gu for help this time?"

"Yes, it's him."

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...

The magistrate Qi Nan has been in decline for many days.

In fact, his condition was even worse before, and he couldn't sleep all night.

Finally, the master couldn't stand it. One day he came to visit and suggested: "If the county magistrate has something difficult and it is not convenient to say to others, why not go to the Chenghuang Temple in the east of the city to worship? Tell me your thoughts to the Chenghuang, and it will be much better to say a lot of things."

The magistrate Qi Nan acted according to his words, set up a guard of etiquette, and came to the City God Temple. After the people were praying and offering sacrifices, they went in and worshiped a few times. They silently read the clay sculpture of the City God on the platform, and lit a few more incense sticks.

He was not sincere, but he felt that after doing this, he felt a little better.

But when he returned to the back yamen, he still felt it was difficult to fall asleep and would toss and turn at night... This made it difficult for Wen Chenghuang to hold his dreams.

After waiting for two days, he lay on the couch, after two hours of complete confusion in his thoughts, he finally fell asleep.

Finally, he seized the opportunity and saw that the magistrate Qi began to snore on the bed. Wen Chenghuang, who was not far away, breathed a sigh of relief and began to cast spells and entrust his dream to Qi Nan.

In a dream.

The magistrate Qi Nan saw that he was sitting at the wooden table with tea on it, and the headache was almost gone, and his thinking became quicker and seemed to have come back to life.

He didn't know it was a dream, but he just greedily picked up the tea in front of him and drank it happily.

Suddenly, a green satin door curtain was lifted and someone walked in.

"who?"

County Magistrate Qi immediately looked up and saw the person wearing an official robe. His shape was quite different from his body. Instead, it looked more like a clay statue in the City God Temple, and his face was vaguely familiar.

The other party bowed and said, "I am the city god of Yongjia Prefecture City. The magistrate of Qi can call me Wen City God."

The magistrate Qi Nan was both surprised and happy: "Hey, is there really a city god in this world?"

Wen Chenghuang: "..."

After a few moments of a moment, Wen Chenghuang remembered the important matter and said to the magistrate: "This is just a dream, I'm going to..."

When he heard this, the magistrate Qi was also stunned and interrupted, "Oh, it turned out to be just a dream, no wonder I feel good now."

Wen Chenghuang: "...I heard what you said in the City God Temple below. I feel deeply that this matter is serious. Unfortunately, my duty is dragged down and I have no skills. I have to ask an old friend in the city to come and help you."

"Thank you, Chenghuang." Qi Magistrate finally came to his senses and stood up to salute, "When will that person arrive? What is the name and the name? I must welcome you with the guests."

"In this way, I told him that when he arrived, he would say 'Wang Bailing's old friends are visiting' and the magistrate of Qi could welcome him."

Seeing the magistrate Qi Nan nodded, the City God waved his hand and disappeared in a flash, while the magistrate Qi woke up from his dream.

Looking up again, he found that the sun was noon, and his fatigue caused by long-term insomnia was relieved a lot after sleeping. It happened that today was a day off and there was no need to go to the hall, so he simply lay on the bed until lunch.

In the next few days, the magistrate did not sleep well.

With the promise of the Chenghuang Wen Gong, Magistrate Qi was able to sleep, but his sleep quality was still poor.

He was still worried whether this was true, such as just having a real dream by himself? He was also worried that the person who came would solve his problem... In short, he still had to toss and turn on the bed for several hours every day before he could fall asleep.

On this day, the magistrate Qi, with big dark circles and tired faces, summoned his left and right men to the hall to finish the meeting, and asked about the removal of snow in the city and assigned several tasks.

As soon as I returned to Houya, I heard a report from the old servants at home:

"The head of the family, there are two people outside the side door, claiming to be an old friend of Wangbaling. Have you met?"

"Come in! Wait, they are Wang Bailing, black and white, not eight or nine." The magistrate was stunned at first, and then quickly corrected the slightest mistake of his old servant, "Also, you don't have to invite him yourself. This is a distinguished guest, and I will go to greet him in person."

The old servant nodded. He was already very old and his ears were really not very good.

County Magistrate Qi looked at himself. He had just left the front yamen and hadn't changed his official uniform. He tidied up his clothes, straightened his crown, and walked to the side door with his old servant.

"You two are friends from Wang Bailing. Here you are the local magistrate. You have been waiting for a long time." Seeing the two standing outside the side door, the magistrate walked a few steps quickly and said while bowing.

What made him feel at ease was that both of them looked extraordinary.

The one on the left is obviously very old, but she doesn't use crutches or hunchbacks. Although her clothes are old and patched, she is clean and tidy, her eyes are like torches, and she looks energetic and looks like a master.

The person on the right attracted the attention of Qi Magistrate. He carried a package and an oil-paper umbrella and a rare white dress. He seemed to have come here a long way, but his whole body was not stained with dust, and his face was like a handsome young man, but he was not like a mortal figure.

He is really worthy of being the one invited by the City God.

Since then, Qi Nan has no doubts in his heart, and maintained a polite manner and leaned closer and said, "Please come in and take a seat."
Chapter completed!