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Thought he couldn't see it?

Hmph, hypocrisy!

Mu Qingfeng frowned, glanced at Zhao Rou quietly, waited for a while, didn't see anyone come out to complain, pouted, felt bored, and was not entangled.

"Good morning, folks, I'm Mu Qingfeng, the new county magistrate, I just arrived in the county seat yesterday, so the folks have been waiting for a long time and have suffered."

didn't mean to deal with Zhao Rou, and let her embarrassing pestle be there.

Mu Qingfeng adjusted his standing posture and said loudly: "The emperor's grace is vast, the emperor is sympathetic to everyone, and has reduced the taxes of more than ten villages in Nanyang City for three years, and each person will be compensated with five taels of silver and a number of autumn ploughing seeds. ”

I really don't understand, why does he have to do this kind of thing himself?

Knowing that he was so badly injured, the adults gave the order to die, and his father asked the adults to take more care of him.

Just take care of him?

I'm so depressed!

What the hell is this place!?

When Mu Qingfeng stepped on a pile of soft mud and dirty shoes, his whole face was directly darker than the bottom of the pot, and the cold air was released, which suddenly made the simple villagers as quiet as cicadas, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

Many people secretly blamed Zhao Rou, blaming her for being ignorant and bumping into the county magistrate, which made the county magistrate so angry that they didn't dare to fight for more subsidies.

But there was only one person at the scene who knew that the reason why the county magistrate was like this was entirely because his damn cleanliness habit had flare up again.

Come to think of it, this person is still lame, and he ran so far in the morning and stepped on the mud, how good can his mood be?

However, this momentum can bluff people.

Looking at the villagers who were still ready to move when they heard the pacification policy, when they saw the county magistrate with a gloomy face, they immediately settled down, and no one wanted to touch the county magistrate's bad head.

This is a good person who has five taels of silver, if it is gone, won't he have the heart to cry to death?

"Village Chief Zhao, you are most familiar with Qingshan Village, so it's up to you to organize it."

I really don't have the eyesight, and I don't know how to become the head of this village?

Mu Qingfeng's eyes were full of disgust.

"Yes, sir!"

Zhao Zheng couldn't say it.

He really didn't deliberately go out to hang the county magistrate, give him a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to do such a thing.

Doesn't this see that his ignorant daughter has annoyed the county magistrate, if he goes on the pole to show his talent, won't he be disgusted by the county magistrate?

Who knew that it was self-defeating, but it made the county magistrate think that his ability to do things was poor, and his impression was even worse.

But what could he do?

He's desperate too!

"Wu Zhuang, my family of four."

"Lin Wen, my family of seven."

"He Qing, my family of five."

……

The villagers lined up spontaneously, and each family sent one person to receive the subsidy.

Mu Qingfeng, who was leaning on his guard's side, frowned lightly, quietly looked at the villagers who came up to register one by one, pouted, there was no one who could see it, and sure enough, there were still many beauties in the capital.

"Xue Miaomiao, a mouthful."

Too lazy to squeeze with people, Xue Miaomiao consciously stood at the end, and when everyone had finished receiving it, she stepped forward to register unhurriedly, thinking to herself: Last time she looked like that, the county magistrate shouldn't be able to recognize her.

Hey?

Did she guess wrong?

This Mu Qingfeng recognized her?

No way?

Xue Miaomiao's heart trembled, her cold hair stood up, she pursed her lips, and looked at the county magistrate who jumped in front of her with excitement on her face - Mu Qingfeng.

She...... Is it too late to run away? Is it in time? Is it too late, huh?