A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

Seeing this, the county magistrate kept winking at Wang Yuanwai and deliberately raised his voice:

"Uncle, I am the father and mother of this county. It doesn't matter if my family suffers a little loss. Don't let the people in the county laugh at you."

Wang Yuanwai obviously didn't understand the meaning in his eyes, and cursed with spit flying:

"Don't give me that. It's your business if you want to suffer the loss, but I can't suffer this loss and live my whole life with the stigma of a robber.

I must be given a clear and explicit explanation of what happened today. I married the daughter of the Liu family in a formal way. If I want to break off the engagement, there is no way."

Wang Yuanwai was not only unable to swallow this humiliation and lose face, but also had to win the lawsuit because he didn't know where his bride was.

Faced with his uncle who was unyielding, the county magistrate was helpless. The lawyer quickly stepped forward and stood in front of the county magistrate, blocking everyone's sight, and bowed to discuss something with the county magistrate.

After the lawyer moved away, the county magistrate suddenly put his hand on his forehead, covered his face with his wide robe, and slowly leaned over the table.

The master's eyes moved slightly, and he stood at the side and announced to the audience with regret, saying:

"The county magistrate has been suffering from a headache and just now he suddenly felt unwell. This case will be postponed and the court is adjourned."

Wen Meijiu saw that the county magistrate was showing signs of trying to escape, so how could she let him go?

However, if she screamed and shouted, she didn't know what crime she would be charged with, which would not help the progress of the matter at all.

Thinking quickly, Wen Meijiu shouted to Wang Yuanwai:

"Mr. Wang, don't think you can get away with it by making up fake evidence. Fake is fake."

"If it's real, show it to everyone. If it's fake and you don't want to take the eighty sticks, just go and pour night incense for my family."

This again caused the people to burst into laughter.

Mr. Wang was very angry. He was not only angry because of the wine, but also because the county magistrate did not handle the matter for him properly.

He almost jumped up on the spot and cursed Wen Meijiu:

"You mean little bitch, my evidence is absolutely true. It will blind your dog eyes and make you die knowingly."

After saying that, Mr. Wang went to the table in a rage, grabbed the marriage certificate and betrothal gift list on the table, and was about to show them to everyone.

The master was quick-witted and grabbed it, saying to him:

"Your Excellency is here. Uncle, do you think you are not worthy of my respect?"

"Do I not take him seriously, or does he simply not take me, his uncle, seriously?

Don't think I don't know that he dislikes me as his uncle and brings shame to him.

If he had agreed to help me find a match, why would all this trouble come about? "

Mr. Wang did not lie. At the beginning, he wanted the county magistrate to help him propose marriage.

First, if the county magistrate goes, the Liu family will look up to him and might agree due to the pressure of his majesty; second, with the county magistrate acting as a matchmaker for him, it would sound good when spread out, as everyone knows that the county magistrate is his backer, how respectable!

But the county magistrate refused to agree, so he thought of another way.

Now that things have turned out like this, he couldn't help but feel angry that the county magistrate had rejected him.

Nephew dog, nephew dog, that's him. Mr. Wang felt both disappointed and annoyed.

With a strong push, the lawyer failed to stop him, and both the betrothal gift list and the marriage certificate were taken away by Mr. Wang.

"Open your dog eyes and see what is written in black and white.

It's not that easy to slander me, you guys will be punished one by one, and wait for the reckoning later."

Mr. Wang showed his vicious side and shook the marriage certificate and betrothal gift list loudly.

Wen Meijiu snatched the marriage certificate away. She quickly unfolded it, looked at it and laughed, saying to everyone:

"It's fake, it's fake!"

When the other people heard this, they immediately became energetic, and each of their faces was filled with surprise and joy, and everyone rushed to check it out.

Mr. Wang was startled and hurriedly snatched the marriage certificate from everyone's hands for verification. Just as Wen Meijiu said, it was blank.

He grabbed the betrothal gift list and checked it, but it was also blank.

What exactly is going on?

A huge question mark hovered on his forehead, and then he asked the butler if he had taken the wrong thing.

The housekeeper replied stupidly:

"Master, you gave it to me yourself. I kept it in a locked box and never left it. I took it out myself."

He had indeed given the things to the butler personally, and the butler had grown up with him since childhood, so he believed that the butler would not lie.

He accepted that the betrothal gift was gone, but how could the black and white words on the paper turn into a piece of blank paper?

Turning around, he looked at the county magistrate who was pretending to be sick. That was his nephew whom he had pushed to that position. He was the first person he looked at. Besides him, who else would have the chance and ability to replace his things?

"Please make a fair judgment, Mr. Wang is a forger."

Mr. Liu and his wife kowtowed to the ground and shouted in unison.

The county magistrate didn't dare to look up. He covered his forehead with his hands and continued to bend over his desk.

The master angrily rebuked:

"Have you ignored the safety of the county magistrate for your own selfish interests? I have already said that his old illness has suddenly recurred, and the case will be put on hold for a later trial."

After saying this, the lawyer promptly helped the county magistrate up from the table and was about to carry him to the back hall, but was stopped by Mr. Wang who came running over.

"You can't leave. Where are my marriage certificate and betrothal gift list?"

Of course Mr. Wang knew that his nephew did not have a headache, but he was afraid that his nephew would use him up and would step on him to get to the top.

The county has been in a recession for the past two years, coupled with drought, and the county is in urgent need of some income to alleviate the disaster. The county magistrate once asked him for it, but he refused.

He thought, the county magistrate is desperate now, maybe he wants to take advantage of this opportunity to make him bleed?

If it was for this reason, the county magistrate might have turned his real marriage certificate and betrothal gift list into fake ones. After all, the legal advisor beside him had served in the county magistrate's office for two terms and knew all the tricks.

The county magistrate suppressed his anger and pretended to be weak, saying in a low voice:

"Uncle, you can't speak against your conscience. The fake one is yours."

"You're talking nonsense, what I gave you is obviously the real thing.

You wouldn't exchange the real thing just to secure that batch of silver, would you?"

Although Mr. Wang tried his best to lower his voice, it was still much louder than that of the county magistrate.

The lawyer standing by couldn't stand it anymore and defended the county magistrate:

"Uncle, please stop slandering me. It is the same as when it was brought up here."

The county magistrate was really mad, but he couldn't show any flaws. He pretended to be sick and felt extremely upset. He whispered to the lawyer:

"Go back to the back hall and ignore him."

This instantly angered Wang Yuanwai. He put his hands on his waist and cried out to the county magistrate who was walking into the hall:

"My poor sister, how could you give birth to such a rebellious child?

He is ungrateful and wants to kill me, your brother!"

The county magistrate was halfway through his walk when his back suddenly stiffened. He stared at his mother standing behind the screen, not daring to breathe.