I am the county magistrate in Liaozhai

As the patriarch of the yamen, his deterrent power was not as good as his master's, which made Cheng County Magistrate somewhat injured, so no matter what he did next, Cheng Jin would look at everyone with sad and sad eyes.

Who could bear this, even Tao Zui and Xiao A Cong, who had just been kicked away by everyone, couldn't help shaking the goosebumps on their bodies.

"Master Cheng, Master Cheng, County Magistrate Cheng, can we accept this supernatural power?" Li Yong finally couldn't help but asked.

The county magistrate of Cheng continued to look at people with small eyes, but his mouth was unambiguous: "I don't know who they are, they have no conscience, and they left the official to face the master alone. Hey, people's hearts are not old."

Li Yongyong & Pan Maomao: That's the Demon King!Just because he's nice to you doesn't mean he's really nice!

"Master is not as scary as you think, he was dragged into the kitchen by A Cong today, isn't he?" Cheng Jin had already inquired about it just now, and sure enough his little A Cong is a person who does great things.

Speaking of this, it is indeed quite puzzling, and Pan Xiaoan couldn't help but wonder: "...It might just be Master Hei who is hungry."

"Do you believe this yourself?"

... I don't believe it, what kind of existence is the demon king, who will not die without eating or drinking for thousands of years, how could he be hungry like a mortal, it is simply ridiculous in the world.

Cheng Jin immediately took advantage of the momentum and said: "So, master, he is not as scary as you think. In the yamen, you don't have to treat him like death every time you see him."

Pan Maomao took the lead in speaking: "Is it so obvious?"

County magistrate Cheng nodded decisively: "It's very obvious, especially you."

"...So, what do you want us to do?"

Hearing this, Cheng Jin showed a triumphant smile: "It's very simple, let's take a seat later, how about we toast the master together?"

Li Yong picked up the folding fan to cover the lower half of his face, and said, "To be honest, Master Cheng, you just want to watch Master Hei drink, right?"

Cheng County Magistrate sternly denied it: "I'm not, I don't, so don't make false accusations against me."

Maomao: ...it's so obvious, why deny it? !

However, the demon was under the eaves and had to bow his head. Pan Xiaoan finally went to the New Year's Eve dinner table with the mood of eating a meal with his head cut off, but soon he was fascinated by the dazzling array of dishes on the table.

On weekdays, Li'a is already delicious enough to cook, but today he showed his housekeeping skills, frying, frying, frying, and frying. There is also a small hot pot in the middle of the table that is bubbling. Bone soup with rolled meatballs is delicious even if you eat it empty-handed. If it is paired with Acong’s secret dipping sauce, it’s really... Mao Mao has already buried his head in eating, so he can’t care about giving it to the demon king. Toast.

Tsk, useless cat demon.

Cheng Jin gave Pan Maomaofei an eye knife, but his right hand poured a cup of wine for Heilulu who was next to him. The wine was naturally made from Changchun wine that Li Yong brought back from the capital last night. This wine was full-bodied and long. However, the stamina is not that great. It has just been taken out of the wine warmer, and the entrance is smoother.

"Master, we are reunited again during the festive season today, how about a drink?"

Montenegro obviously refused: "You literati, do you like to persuade people to drink?"

The county magistrate Cheng put down the wine glass, and opened his mouth to argue: "I don't know about other literati, but this is not a persuasion. It's just a matter of interest. It's harmless to have a few drinks."

"Oh, really?"

Cheng Jin said: "Of course it's true. There are indeed people who drink a lot in the officialdom, but they are all alcohol lunatics who waste alcohol. The so-called persuasion is just to get people drunk and get information. Now, is there anything you can't say?"

Heishan heard the words, picked up the wine cup on the table, shook it lightly, and then a faint smell of alcohol evaporated: "Cheng Yi'an, I heard what you said just now to scare those monsters."

Cheng Jin didn't see the slightest panic, he just said: "I know, the ear power of a demon is beyond the reach of others, I understand."

"Your courage is really getting bigger and bigger."

Cheng Jin silently raised the small wine cup in his hand: "Touch one?"

"Ding——" there was a crisp sound of porcelain cups colliding. The county magistrate Cheng tried his best to persuade the first glass of wine. Over there, Li Yong and Tao Zui had already drank the whole pot, and the two old drunkards sipped the spiced wine. Chicken racks and dry croquettes, obviously drunk.

As for the others, Lu Miaozhu seemed to be unwrapping some lot with Yan Chixia. The Ying family siblings and Xiaoqing were sitting next to the red fox Xi Niang. Poor young man Ying, he was so crowded that he could only sit with Mao Mao, Bu Qi and A Cong.

As for the other table, there are some sacrificial ghost food, which are specially set up for the staff of the underworld.

It is true that Heishan has never drank alcohol. He used to be in the shape of a deer when he wandered around with Chen Li. Chen Li is not Cheng Yi'an, and he would not be so cruel that he would feed wine to small animals. Later, he was sealed, and until now, he has only drank the spirit of the monster. First glass of wine.

To put it bluntly speaking, the wine is not good, it is astringent and spicy, and it burns from the throat to the stomach. It is hard to imagine why mortals would praise the wine so well, but after a while, the alcohol will come up, and gradually change from the straightforward The pungent nose became warm and hot, and Heishan put down his glass a little anxiously, and said bluntly, "It's not good."

"It's just that it doesn't taste good. I saw that there is no wine over there, and those who think the wine is good have a story hidden in their hearts." Cheng County magistrate secretly pointed to the monster pouring wine over there, "Actually, we It doesn't taste good either."

Montenegro: "..." Then you still persuade me to drink?

"This is not to remind you, master. From now on, if someone dares to persuade you to drink, you will be able to refuse with firm conviction." Obviously, Cheng Jin can say some seemingly fluent truths no matter what, "People will be curious about unknown things, but once they try it, this curiosity will drop sharply."

"...Is it possible that I should thank you?"

The magistrate Cheng immediately sat upright: "Do I have this honor?"

Probably because the first time drinking was a bit over the top, Heishan finally couldn't hold back a laugh, feeling astonished as if the snowy mountains had just melted: "No, you didn't."

Cheng County Magistrate only felt that Hei Lulu was becoming more and more difficult to talk. The autistic Hei Lulu used to be so easy to talk.

The wine can't be drunk anymore, but the year-end bonus will still be paid out. It doesn't matter whether other yamen are happy or not, but the task of Tangxi yamen next year is arduous, and the county magistrate tonight must naturally boost morale.

"Come, come, come and see! Let's not say anything else on New Year's Eve today, I'm here to wish you all the best in the coming year, and I also wish Tangxi a better and better year ahead!"

At this time, of course, we only need to clink a glass. Although Cheng Jin doesn't like to drink, he actually has a very good capacity for alcohol. When he was in Beijing, few people could drink better than him.

"Have you seen the pine tree? On it is the red seal prepared by the official for everyone. There are small ones and big ones. It all depends on your luck."

As soon as Mao Mao heard that there was money to take, he immediately ran fast, and he picked the highest red seal on the tree, but when he opened it, he was dumbfounded: "Why is it only two pennies? Cheng Suansuan, you are too picky?!"

Ah Cong opened the red seal he picked up casually in doubt: "But mine is ten taels of silver?!"

"Ten taels?!" Xi Niang was not calm anymore, this could give her "redemption".

"Ah, ah, ah, it's not fair! Why do I only have two pennies!"

Don’t give up and dismantle his own. Although there is no A Congduo, this is the first time in his life that he has received the New Year’s Eve money, and it is also the first time he has had a New Year’s Eve dinner with so many people. In the past when he settled down at home, he could only hide in the dark. He gnawed stiff steamed buns in a small corner of his house, and sometimes he would be beaten and scolded badly, which was great. He wanted to live on like this forever.

Li Yong dangled happily with his one tael of silver: "Oh, it seems that little Panpan is the least. These two pennies are not enough to buy a red envelope."

Maomao: crying with anger.jpg

In the end, the kind-hearted little Ah Cong made a bowl of fish noodles and Yangchun noodles for Pan Laotou alone, so that Mao Mao didn't run away from the Yamen in anger on New Year's Eve.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Ah Cong backed away silently: "My new clothes, don't get dirty." I still have to watch the year and eat dumplings.

Pan Xiaoan: ...Forget it, only dried fish and fish noodles in this world will not deceive me.

The New Year's Eve feast is full enough, so it is easy to get sleepy when watching the new year. After eating dumplings around midnight, Cheng Jin and Heishan are the only ones awake in the middle of the night.

The two ghosts were invited by their friends to play. The other monsters and people were either drunk or sleepy. Oh yes, and Daoist Yan, who had dutifully patrolled the streets after the New Year's Eve dinner.

"are not you sleepy?"

Cheng Jin yawned three times and nodded sleepily: "Sleep, quite sleepy."

"Then why don't you go to sleep?"

How should I put it, Cheng Jin usually seems to be able to handle things and talk, but he is surprisingly stubborn in some places. Although he has no relatives in his previous life or this life, he just likes the feeling of staying old.

"How should I put it, master, don't you think it's very mysterious? Just by simply waiting, I've grown another year. What I was looking forward to the most before was keeping the year old."

Montenegro obviously can't understand that for the demon, time is static, and it would be too troublesome if he had to watch the new year every year.

**

The first day of the new year is indeed a good day.

Cheng Jin led a group of people from the yamen to the Town God's Temple, and after a cheap meal, they didn't return to the yamen until the afternoon.

Tangxi is a small place, there is no big Lantern Festival market, and it is too cold in the mountains, Cheng Jin cats for a day, and the next day he brought a congratulatory gift to visit the rest of the list on the brother's post.

Simply, Zhou Taishi is just an exception. He visited for four days non-stop before he finally delivered all the gifts.

"My lord, there is a letter from General Yang Shen."

Cheng Jin took a look, and there was a little bit of interest in his eyes, oh well, it seems that this Xiong is really planning to set fire to the house, and I don't know how the preparations are going at Tao Zui, can he catch up with this time? Sao operation.