The days suddenly calmed down, like flowing water. There was another place where Mu Ming went, which was the yamen, where Mu Ming wrote those copywritings according to his uncle's intention.

Of course, there are some suspicions of making up random things, but my uncle is enjoying it, and those who are suing the county government are also enjoying it, just like having fun in a peaceful life.

Therefore, there are often sounds of striking drums and making injustice in a county government office, and then they are promoted to the court, and then they are in chaos, in order to make the trivial matters. Of course, I think this is probably the only thing. Others think this is a big deal, because my uncle is always thinking about solving the case seriously, and it is like dealing with a serious problem as if the sky is falling.

Mu Ming habitually hid under the Eight Immortals table, discussing something with his uncle from time to time. Mu Ming was thinking about how to start writing, and his uncle was thinking about how to make a surprise judgment, and then convince everyone.

When the chaos ended, my uncle crawled out of the Eight Immortals table, then put on a majesty, and then said some weird words.

He just brought together some unrelated things and made everyone nod.

For example, if the dog from the Zhang family ran to the pigpen that left home, one of the pigs in the Li family died, and then the two families sued, while the uncle made the case to ask the dog to go to the pigpen again. If it dies, he would betray the Zhang family and pay the money, or he would kill the dog. The two families would eat dog meat together. Anyway, it would be a disaster. It would be best to worship the Five Insect Temples.

If you are not dead, then you will be at peace. If the Li family is still unwilling to accept it, then you can also lead your own dog to the pigpen and see if there will be a dead pig. If it dies, it will be even. The manager will continue to beat the dead pig. The dead pig will still have to pay.

Mu Ming feels that this can also be judged? But both the Zhang family and the Li family are willing to betray this way, so why not do it?

Of course, there is naturally a group fight in court. In this regard, both the wooden name and the uncle have long been used to it. He even once put down a plaque hanging high on the mirror.

Okay, whoever beats it down will be responsible, so my uncle went to the firewood in the backyard to find a log, and asked the servant to split it up, and sent it to the village carpenter. My uncle also went to write the inscriptions himself and asked the wooden frame to be carved out. Then he summoned the older generation of people in the county to burn incense and pray, and asked the two parties who fight to hang it. After all, whoever beats it down, then he should be responsible for hang it.

Then everyone was very happy. In short, lawsuits will never be missing. There are only a few things every day, but my uncle is happy.

Mu Ming also learned to write copywriting like his uncle. He always made up random things, anthropomorphizing the cat and dog, and almost made them into essence. Then he wrote some things about Zhihuzheye. The file was completed, and then sealed it up, and finally sent it to the prefectures and counties, and then sent it to the imperial capital from the prefectures and counties.

He writes and draws every day, and Mu Ming no longer goes out so often because his mother held him back, and the mother and son said something from time to time, and the atmosphere was warm.

My uncle finally brought Widow Lin into the mansion. Mrs. Zhang sighed lightly, then took off the hairpin above her head. The hairpin was carved from green jade and was very precious. However, Mrs. Zhang didn't care at all and personally put it on Widow Lin.

Widow Lin's eyes were filled with tears, and then she kowtowed silently, and the same was true for her uncle. Then the two of them offered tea to Mrs. Zhang. Mrs. Zhang nodded, and there were tears in her eyes. Mu Ming came to find a silk scarf to Mrs. Zhang, and Mrs. Zhang took it and wiped her tears.

Then the servants gave him fine wine and food. The four of them were at the same table and said something to each other. Finally, Mrs. Zhang held Widow Lin's hand and said something, but her uncle was speechless. Everyone said that the elder brother was like a father, and why was the elder sister the same as the elder sister? To him, his sister was like a mother!

Mu Ming looked at this scene and felt that something in his heart was pulled, but he couldn't catch it, like a dream bubble.

It was just that night that Mu Ming had a dream. A mirror appeared inside the dream. There seemed to be scenes in the mirror. Mu Ming felt that the pictures were extremely familiar and wanted to get close, but the mirror disappeared, and Mu Ming woke up and said to himself: "Imperial Capital!"

As the guide was in the dark, Mu Ming talked about this dream with Mrs. Zhang. Mrs. Zhang was silent for a little, and then said, "You wait a few days, and you and your uncle will continue to investigate the case in the past few days!"

Mu Ming nodded, but he always felt that his mother was a little weird, for some reason.

The name of the wood still repeats the previous days. When I get up in the morning, I read "Xiaoyaoyou". The name of the wood is read a hundred times, and every time I read it, my mind seems to be much clearer, as if I am the Kunpeng who can fly across the sea.

Then there are paintings, painting mountains, waters, and painting scenes that you see.

But Mrs. Zhang appeared at the foot of the abbot's mountain and walked towards the world view.

A man recited Buddhist scriptures in the main hall, slowly knocking on the wooden fish. The wooden fish made a reassuring sound, but at this time the man opened his eyes and sighed softly. It was an old Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest recited scriptures very strange, but it didn't seem abrupt here. The old Taoist priest then slowly stood up with bitterness. If it were the name of the wood here, he would definitely find that the old Taoist priest had turned white, but his eyes were like seeing through life and death, and it was no longer turbid.

He got up and walked out of the hall, saluting a figure in the distance.

Mrs. Zhang's face was indifferent, but she looked at the old Taoist priest coldly. The old Taoist priest looked sad. At first, she was a little dodged, but finally she raised her head and looked at Mrs. Zhang with apologies.

"Where is he?"

Mrs. Zhang spoke.

"Follow me..." After the old Taoist priest said that, he turned around and left. Mrs. Zhang followed. After a moment, he saw an old tree, or rather, a dead old tree with fallen leaves all over the ground.

"He was buried here, but there has been a change. The plants and trees within a radius of hundreds of feet have withered. I have seen him... should not be dead, but he is in a stalemate!"

The old Taoist priest was still sad, but Mrs. Zhang was overjoyed, and then she cried and pounced on her to peel off the pile of soil.

The old Taoist priest waved his hand, and the mound of earth and the old tree disappeared. Mrs. Zhang's eyes were dim, but she saw a familiar person lying in a pit with the same face, and her expression was the same, but the man closed his eyes tightly.

"My son..." Mrs. Zhang ignored the others and threw herself into the pit and cried bitterly.

"That gourd... saved him. It was also considered a divine will, but it lacked a soul. Unless he cut off that soul to make up for it, he would not wake up..." The old Taoist priest continued to speak, Mrs. Zhang wiped away her tears, and then said in a deep voice: "Tell me about the scene that day..."

The old Taoist priest seemed to have foreseeed it and said, "When you sent someone to inquire, I knew that I could not hide it from you and your wife. I was lucky. I was sorry for you. I felt guilty these days. I recited scriptures every day and had reincarnation. I didn't believe it, but now... I believe it until there has been a change here. I did not have good intentions at the beginning, but only this method can take away your children, and save you from disasters and save his life. But in the end I was unable to save him, but instead caused a period of cause and effect."

Then the old Taoist priest told the scene of that day. After hearing this, Mrs. Zhang remained silent, but the old Taoist spoke: "The cause and effect on that person is even greater. Don't be moved, otherwise it will not do anything good to him or you..."

"There are 10,000 taels of gold and silver in the carriage. You can leave your storage bag!" Mrs. Zhang interrupted.

The old Taoist nodded, sighed without hesitation, and then took off the storage bag and said, "I have left too, the world is rolling in the world, and I hope there will be a day to meet among all living beings!"

"Take care, remember, only by cutting off a piece of soul can he be stimulated to wake up!" The old Taoist left, and at the same time took away the gold and silver.

Mrs. Zhang picked up the storage bag on the ground. The storage bag seemed to be spiritual and took the initiative to absorb the person in the pit into it, and there was also a gourd.

Mrs. Zhang looked at the pit for a long time and finally left.

Mu Ming learned that his mother was a child, so he went to find her uncle. Her uncle was also curious, but he said, "Don't worry, maybe he went on a patrol. My brother-in-law and his brother-in-law often did this in the past to understand the people's conditions so that there will be a number of disaster relief in the coming year!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Ming didn't think much about it, but he felt a little strange in his heart, but he couldn't say it.

Fortunately, on the street the next day, Mu Ming discovered that Zhang Fu appeared.

Mu Ming called out at the beginning of the day. Mrs. Zhang was stunned at first, then shook her head and laughed.

Seeing Mu Mingying, Mrs. Zhang held Mu Ming's hand with one hand and muttered Mu Ming's head with the other, and joked: "I'll grow up tomorrow. I'm going to look for you this time..."

Mu Ming felt nervous and hurriedly said, "Mom, don't worry, my son is still young..."

"Nowhere is it small, it's already sixteen." Mrs. Zhang patted Mu Ming's head, a little funny.

Mu Ming still wanted to defend himself, but Mrs. Zhang said, "But there is no suitable one, just go to the imperial capital to find you in the future!"

Mu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this matter had been let go for a while.

At this time, a servant came to report: "The master is back home!"

The mother and son did not delay and returned directly to the mansion. However, they saw Mr. Zhang looking happy and not waiting for the mother and son to ask questions. Mr. Zhang said directly: "Madam, we are going back, and there are also places in Tai Academy!"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhang was overjoyed, but the name of the wood did not speak.

"Tomorrow, are you reluctant to leave here?" Mr. Zhang asked.

Mu Ming nodded and said, "I feel like this is my home..."

Mrs. Zhang looked dark and said, "I think we'll stay for a few more days, but tomorrow, the imperial capital will be your roots, and you can come back here in the future."

Mr. Zhang also said: "No, your uncle is the county magistrate here, and this is your home!"

Mu Ming felt better then, and then said, "I can't bear to part with my uncle now..."

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhang interrupted and said, "Did your uncle teach you how to write those official documents?"

Mu Ming nodded, and Mr. Zhang laughed, "It's a trick to deceive people, but it's good to learn it!"

Then he asked about the content written by Mu Ming. After hearing this, Mr. Zhang nodded repeatedly, "It seems that the great master of this county has buried him for your uncle..."

The name of the wood is wandering around and I don’t know what I’m thinking.

"I want to meet the old Taoist priest..."

Mu Ming said this, but Mrs. Zhang said: "He left. My mother gave him some silver before, but she found that he had already left."
Chapter completed!