My wife is not a demon

However, this house in front of me... well, it can't be called a house, at most it is a dilapidated small courtyard with two rooms.

It looks like a very poor people's house.

There is a large water tank with a small crack at the door, and a small vegetable garden is planted next to it. Two catties of bacon are hung on the pillars in front of the main house, and there are a few chicks looking for food leisurely in the yard...

If it hadn't been confirmed again and again, Chen Mu would have thought that he had found the wrong place.

The dignified magistrate lives in this place?

"It's incredible."

Suddenly, a young girl's voice sounded from behind.

Chen Mu turned his head to look, and found that there was a slender, yellow-haired girl with a yellow and emaciated face beside him at some point.

The girl was carrying an old package that was yellowed, her body still smelled of dust, and there were traces of frostbite on her hands. She looked like a refugee from an extremely poor family.

Who is this.

Chen Mu frowned.

Just as he was about to pretend to leave as if nothing had happened, he suddenly saw the girl blinking, revealing a hint of joking, and froze in place.

Chen Mu grabbed the opponent's arm and said angrily in a low voice, "Didn't I ask you to take care of Xiao Qiaoer? What are you doing here, hurry back, do you hear me!"

"Hmph, people can come and leave whenever they want, you can control them?"

Manjiaye snorted twice, and suddenly hugged Chen Mu's arm... To be precise, he supported him, and called out sweetly: "Grandpa, wouldn't it be nice for Xiaoyeer to respect you? Xiaoyeer is very good."

Got nervous again?

Chen Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he was also somewhat proud: "You let me take advantage of this, it's not that I have to be your grandfather."

As soon as the words fell, the soft flesh around her waist was precisely pinched by the woman's jade hands, and turned half a circle.

"Don't worry, the cheap will be taken back."

Looking at Chen Mu's twitching face, Manjiaye smiled and asked, turning his gaze to the small courtyard of the prefect not far away. "Captain Chen, do you think he is putting on a show or is really innocent?"

"If he can act as a show for a lifetime, it means that he is really innocent."

Chen Mu was extremely emotional.

Manjiaye couldn't help but sneered and sneered: "How many officials like this can the Great Yan Dynasty have? First of all, you, a corrupt official, must be excluded."

Although there was a bit of admiration from the bottom of his heart, Chen Mu murmured: "If the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty are like this, then there is a big problem, let alone the dynasty can stand for 500 years, even 100 years is enough. "

"why?"

The woman was very puzzled, and raised her dark, sun-baked face.

Just as Chen Mu was about to speak, he considered the other party's IQ. After thinking about it, he didn't waste his words. Instead, he asked, "Are you going to investigate with me?"

"Otherwise? Without my help, you will definitely be suspected."

Manjiaye gave him a tender look.

She half helped and half dragged Chen Mu, who was unprepared, towards the small courtyard, as soon as she entered the door, she shouted like a neighbor visiting: "Is anyone there?"

After a while, an old man walked out of the room.

The man was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, his face was engraved with several wrinkles and ravines full of vicissitudes, his hair was mostly gray, but his eyes were piercing.

If he hadn't been mentally prepared, Chen Mu would have thought this was an old servant.

But at this moment, he already understood that this ordinary person in front of him was Deng Wensheng, the magistrate of Fenghua City, a legendary figure who truly made a "poor" official to the extreme.

"You are?"

Deng Wensheng looked at the old and the young in front of him, and asked with a look on his face.

"Hello Mr. Deng, we are from Caohuan County." Manjiaye nervously took out a neatly stored envelope from the package, and handed it over respectfully.

Deng Wensheng fetched a towel and wiped his hands, then took the letter.

After taking it apart and looking at it for a while, his brows gradually relaxed, and his eyes softened when he looked at the two of them: "So it's you, Mr. Yang, the county magistrate, has reported this matter before, saying that you want to settle in the city."

"Yes, I hope Mr. Deng can help me and grandpa."

Manjiaye looked at each other expectantly.

But Chen Mu next to him was stunned, completely unaware of what the two of them were talking about?

What Cao Huan County?

What Master Yang?

However, seeing Manjiaye let Deng Wensheng let go of his vigilance in just a few words, he felt even more emotional.

This woman is really easy to use at critical moments.

Mr. Deng stared at Chen Mu with sharp and disappointed eyes, raised his hand and opened the door curtain and said calmly, "Come in first."

Entering the house, a faint musty smell penetrated into the nostrils, and flying powder particles could be seen in the sunlight through the windows.

Whether it is furniture or pots and pans, it is obviously old.

There were a few radishes stained with dirt on the ground, some broken vegetable leaves were placed on the chopping board, and there were two freshly peeled potatoes beside them...

Chen Mu gritted his teeth secretly.

This is your uncle's, even the servants in an ordinary magistrate's house are not so shabby.

"You two, please sit down."

Lord Deng vacated two empty chairs and poured a cup of tea for each of them himself.

The tea leaves are very low-grade miscellaneous teas with a lot of residue.

Sitting on the creaking chair, Chen Mu took the tea leaves from the other party with a look of trepidation, feeling the heat from the cup, as if he was dreaming.

I don't know how other officials feel when they come to visit on weekdays. I guess they will be very restless.

As an official, when you have a reference, you can unconsciously make comparisons.

Whether it is admiration, contempt or shame, there will be a very awkward feeling after all.

"Looking at the old man's temperament, he must be someone who has studied for a few years. If you don't mind, I can arrange for you to go to the academy as chores. When the old man is free, he will take care of the flowers and plants, and you girl will serve tea for the gentlemen. .”