"Then father can also get me a petty official Dangdang in the future." The magistrate's son also had bright eyes, and he was immersed in a beautiful fantasy with his mother.
"Sure, that's not a problem. I'll let someone come to the door tomorrow." The magistrate's wife said happily, "It's just fishermen covered in stench. We see them as a blessing. Tomorrow is early, and we will get married in a few days. Are they still grateful to Dade?"
"Okay, mother, as soon as possible." The magistrate's son was immersed in a beautiful fantasy, unable to extricate himself, and just wanted to become an official sooner.
"Understood, you can go to bed now, and wait for good news from mother tomorrow." Mrs. Magistrate said with a smile.
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The next night.
The magistrate's son came back after a day of fooling around, and as soon as he entered the door with a full burp, he asked the magistrate's wife who was sitting in the hall.
"Mother, are things done? When will Dumb enter the door?"
The magistrate's wife turned black and turned to look at her son: "No, that family doesn't know how to praise us, and dares to reject us."
"What? Rejected?" The magistrate's son widened his eyes in disbelief. "Dare to reject us? Do they know our identity? Did you tell them who my uncle is?"
"I said, but I still refused!" Mrs. Zhixian gritted her teeth angrily.
"Isn't it? They said who my uncle is and they refused? Is he sick? Is there something wrong with his brain?" The magistrate's son shouted, his tone full of disbelief. His uncle is the prefect! A lowly fisherman who can curry favor with them is like smoke from his ancestral grave. They can't ask for such a good thing, yet they refuse
"I also think they are sick." Mrs. Magistrate slammed the teacup in her hand onto the table.
"Mother, what should I do? That's it?" asked the magistrate's son.
"Forget it?" The magistrate's wife raised her voice and said sharply, "Is there a saying that it's over with me? This mute must marry if she is married, or marry if she doesn't!"
"But they all refused." The magistrate's son wondered.
"When raw rice is cooked, they will only beg you to marry her! Originally, they wanted their dumb daughter to be the master for a few years, but I think now, being a concubine is flattering them!" The magistrate's wife Yin Yin said harshly.
"This method is good! When raw rice is cooked, they will only beg us in turn. We will delay for a while until the mute's belly gets bigger, hahaha, how do you pinch the flat, not-so-round girl. "The magistrate's son laughed.
At this moment, the magistrate came in and yawned: "Why are you girls so happy?"
"Master, you're back. What else could it be? As far as the Li family's business is concerned, they still don't agree to marry the dumb to our son. So we came up with a way to cook cooked rice with raw rice!" Mrs. Magistrate poured out the magistrate. A cup of tea, motioning him to sit down, drink tea and chat.
"This, isn't it? I just came here. If something happens, your brother will definitely not let me go." The magistrate hesitated and said. He is still very afraid of his eldest brother, who is very fierce, saying that greed can be greedy, but there must be restraint, and it can't kill people, let alone do things that arouse public anger. Once the public anger is aroused, the basic official career is over.
"What's wrong, isn't it just a fisherman's daughter? If you marry, you will marry, and you won't kill anyone. Isn't it good to marry into our family and enjoy happiness?" Mrs. Zhixian didn't care and said contemptuously.
(End of this chapter)