"That's all, Wufu, marry me for one hundred and fifty cents."
The county magistrate turned around and said to the young man in green clothes next to him.
The boy suddenly had a look of reluctance on his face, covered his wallet and said: "Sir, you can't do this anymore. Every time you encounter this kind of thing, you always take money out of your own wallet. These people are Knowing this problem of yours, this is a deliberate trap to get you to give me money.”
The county magistrate shook his head and said, "No, no, no, look at the pork seller who is so anxious that he is sweating. Apparently there is a real patient in his family and he is anxious for money to get medicine, but this mushroom seller also looks honest. Looks don’t lie…”
The young man said: "Sir, you are truly loyal and honest. How can a liar write the word liar on his face these days?"
The county magistrate's face sank and he said, "Wu Fu, when did you become so talkative and stop listening to what I say?"
"Okay, I'll give you the money, but Master, how much money do you have for a month's salary? Give me a little today and a little tomorrow. We are about to drink from the northwest." Wufu looked helpless and took out the money from his money bag. He counted out one hundred and fifty copper coins and reluctantly handed them to the young county magistrate.
"Talk too much!" The young county magistrate glared at Wufu, took the money, and handed it to the man selling pork.
"You can use this money to buy medicine for your wife." He said warmly.
The people around him burst into admiration.
Obviously this was not the first time that the county magistrate had done this kind of thing. The people were very grateful to him and their love for him was beyond words.
"Mr. Zhou, you are so kind-hearted, but this money is yours, no one can take it."
The man selling pork refused to take it.
"The villain just wants Mr. Zhou to uphold justice and arrest the thief who stole the villain's money. Otherwise, if he can steal the villain's money today, he can steal other people's money tomorrow."
The mushroom seller blushed angrily and shouted: "Don't slander me. You said my money was stolen from you. What evidence do you have? As long as you show me the evidence, I will plead guilty!"
The two people started quarreling again and again, and the people watching the excitement also started talking about it.
The county magistrate that week couldn't help but rub his forehead, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
"Stop the quarrel! Stop the quarrel! My master tells you all to shut up!" The boy named Wufu shouted in a loud voice.
But his voice was drowned in the chaos of human voices, and no one paid any attention to him.
Seeing this scene, Shen Ning couldn't help but shook her head.
The county magistrate is undoubtedly a good official this week, but his way of handling the problem is too clumsy, right
He thought he could settle the matter by giving the money to the pork seller, but little did he know that this method would only condone the real thief.
"Okay, okay, if this is the case, take them all back to the Yamen and let me ask you carefully."
County Magistrate Zhou spoke.
Hearing this, both the pork seller and the mountain mushroom seller were unhappy.
"Sir, you still need to go to the Yamen for such a trivial matter, right? He obviously stole my money. Your Majesty ordered him to be arrested. He will be tortured and you will know!" shouted the pork seller.
The mountain mushroom seller said: "Mr. Zhou, the villain swears that he will never steal his money. He has wronged the villain. As long as you give him some pain, I guarantee that he will tell the truth."
The two held different opinions, and Magistrate Zhou was in a dilemma.
He looked at this and that, and felt that both of them were telling the truth and both made sense.
But there is always someone who lies.