The resentful best friend travels through daily life

The result obtained by the yamen runners was no.

But what should I do now that I have collected the money?

The yamen runner softened his tone and said, "I don't know what your daughter has done wrong, and I won't let you go to see her, but she is fine for now."

Zhou Wan asked, "It's late at night and the dew is heavy. Could you please bring her a bed and quilt? Little girl, being sick is not a trivial matter."

This is not a big deal. Even prisoners have family members who bring them things.

The yamen runner scratched his head and said, "Okay."

Zhou Wan went back and prepared a mattress, quilt, clothes and pillow.

Shen You prepared three meals a day and put them in lunch boxes, and also found Zhang Zhao and took some daily medicines.

Zhang Zhao also asked why Zhou Ning was not there, and Shen You had to evade the question.

So pillows, food and medicine were hidden in the mattress and quilt.

Seeing the quilt almost bulging into a ball, the bailiff was speechless, but he still took it in.

When Zhou Ning got the things, he found out that they were brought by his family, and he thanked the yamen runner.

Zhou Ning spread out the quilt and snuggled in it, eating the still hot meat buns.

You can tell at a glance that this is freshly bought from the best store. It has a thin skin and large fillings, and is fresh, fragrant and delicious.

Those people only got a bowl of cold porridge, and no one brought any bedding. They looked very pitiful.

"It's really strange. Who are you? The county magistrate is on your side, but he doesn't give you food or shelter. And where are your family members? They don't even come to see you?"

Zhou Ning took a bite of the bun and looked at them curiously.

Brother Folding Fan felt a little aggrieved and said, "We really don't know why the county magistrate is on our side. I am an outsider who came here to study. Although I am not poor, I am not rich either. As for any power connections, I have none."

Zhou Ning took another bite of the bun and said, "That's even weirder."

Brother Folding Fan and the other three men looked at the fragrant buns in Zhou Ning's hand, tears flowed from their mouths, and one of them even had his eyes wide open.

White and tender buns.

When Zhou Ning saw this, he stood up and walked towards them.

Brother Folding Fan subconsciously blocked it and said tremblingly: "You, what are you going to do, I, I..."

Zhou Ning squatted down and said, "Here's a bun for you."

The bailiff outside the door glanced at the other person and read what he meant from his eyes: I want to eat too.

Brother Folding Fan still didn't dare to take it, but several of his brothers had already taken it away.

They hadn't eaten all day, so they didn't care about any literary etiquette.

Zhou Ning placed the last bun on Brother Folding Fan's head and said, "Do you want to eat it? If you want to eat it, just answer whatever I ask."

After saying that, he left and Zhou Ning continued to stay in his bed.

Brother Folding Fan took the bun from his head with trembling hands, looked at Zhou Ning's figure, and followed her.

Zhou Ning looked at the steamed buns and thought, these people seem to have neither brains nor power, and they only know some empty talk. If there is no relationship, there must be someone behind the scenes manipulating it, but who is it?

This person doesn't seem to care about Brother Zheshan's life or death, but cares a lot about whether he suffers. Does this person have anything to do with me?

Zhou Ning was puzzled and suddenly remembered the owner of Yunshang Restaurant two days ago.

It seemed as if these two things were inextricably linked, but she couldn't figure out any details now.

Zhou Ning looked at the people who were wolfing down the buns, then looked at Brother Folding Fan and asked, "What does the person who gave you the money look like?"

Brother Folding Fan swallowed and said, "He is just an ordinary man, with an ordinary height and ordinary appearance."

"What did I tell you? Please tell me in detail."

Brother Folding Fan recalled, "He was a fool with a lot of money. He gave me ten taels of silver and told me to pretend to flirt with a girl and scare her, but not to really do anything. I swear, I really didn't want to do anything to that girl, but I was really short of money."

"That man came to you? How did you two know each other?"

“A friend recommended it to me.”

"Why doesn't your friend do it himself and give you this benefit?"

"He was arrested for causing trouble before, and he doesn't dare to do it again."

"How did you meet your friend? What does he do?"

"We met in a gambling house. He usually just hangs around and does nothing."

Brother Folding Fan was so hungry that he told everything to others.

A gambler who used to cause trouble and had some grudge against her.

Zhou Ning raised his eyebrows and asked calmly, "Is his last name Zhou?"

Brother Folding Fan said, "Yes, yes, his name is Zhou Sanlang."

Zhou Ning reached out and gave the bun to Brother Folding Fan, who went to the side to eat it.

Zhou Ning thought that if this was the case, then there was some clue to the matter.

On the second day, the yamen runner opened the door, looked at the sleeping Zhou Ning, then looked at Brother Folding Fan and the others who were sleeping, and decided to wake up Brother Folding Fan.

The yamen runner shook the folding fan brother and said, "Hey, wake up quickly, the county magistrate is summoning you."

The bailiff originally wanted to wake up Zhou Ning by waking up Brother Folding Fan. After all, it would be difficult to pull a girl out of bed.

Unexpectedly, Brother Folding Fan woke up, but Zhou Ning was sleeping soundly.

He was still in a daze when he was dragged up by the bailiffs.

The county magistrate's original surname was Lin, and he was from a poor family.

County Magistrate Lin was waiting in the study, wearing everyday clothes, drinking tea, waiting for Zhou Ning and others to arrive.

Brother Zheshan and his companions were scholars. Although those above the rank of scholar did not have to kneel, the world was still somewhat respectful of scholars. Who knew if they would become their colleagues in the future? Therefore, scholars basically did not kneel before the county magistrate.

The county magistrate put down the tea bowl and asked Zhou Ning: "Why don't you pay your respects to me?"

The county magistrate felt that he could charge Zhou Ning with the crime of disrespect.

Zhou Ning instantly thought that he was in the Qing Dynasty, and then he thought again, it was indeed almost the same.

Zhou Ning would not go against the order of the times, but she did not know how to kneel down and bow. So she bent her knees and knocked her head to the ground like in the TV series, saying, "May the county magistrate live long and in good health."

Lin County Magistrate: ...

The servant who was pouring tea for the county magistrate spilled all the tea.

County Magistrate Lin said, "There's no need to be so honest."

Zhou Ning stood up, brushed off the dust on his body, and said, "If you kowtow sincerely, your heart will be sincere."

County Magistrate Lin quickly pulled back from the random words and said, "Yesterday you beat up a student from Songbai College. Your behavior was bad. Zhou Ning, do you admit it?"

Zhou Ning said nothing, looked at Brother Folding Fan, and said, "What do you think?"

Brother Folding Fan looked at County Magistrate Lin, then at Zhou Ning, put his hands into his sleeves, put his sleeves together, looked away, and said, "I don't know, no one told me."

County Magistrate Lin frowned. He thought he had made his meaning clear. He was backing him up, but why was he so ungrateful?

"Hehe, you don't have to be afraid. This is the county government office. Just tell the truth." said County Magistrate Lin.