After leaving Yao Mansion, it was already four o'clock. Zhang Ping saw a restaurant on the street lights and stopped: "I'll eat here before going back?"

Everyone who accompanied them was actually quite hungry. The people in the Yao family were in grief. In addition, they were short of staff and were careless. They stayed there for most of the night, and they didn't even drink a few sips of hot tea.

Miao Fan, the clerk of the criminal room, immediately said: "Sir, you haven't even used dinner yet. It's because the lowly responsibilities have neglected."

Zhang Ping looked at everyone: "You guys?"

The captain Tu Meng smiled and said, "I'm not hiding it, I'm really hungry, so I'm grateful!"

Xie Fu rode on the horse and watched coldly. In fact, it was the same when he returned to the yamen to eat. It was not very suitable for food on the street. However, when doing a show, you have to do a full set.

Looking at the Yao Mansion, Lord Zhang is not a fool. Maybe he is just a cook who understands the yamen?

Alas... what does the chaos in this world have to do with me at this time? Stop, let’s not think about it anymore.

Xie Fu gave out the most critical sentence in a transcendent manner: "Sir, let's just use some food here."

Everyone got off the horse and entered the small restaurant together.

The young man who was looking at the store saw that almost all the well-known figures in the county government came in. He thought he was hysterical. One of them rubbed his eyes a few times before closing his wide open mouth and quickly came to meet him. Another person immediately ran back and called the boss who had fallen asleep after he woke up.

Zhang Ping took the lead in picking up a table and sat down. Xie Fu, Miao Fan and others sat at the same table as him according to their official positions. Tu Meng was in the last seat, and the rest of the people also found positions according to their positions, saving the time to push the seats.

When the young man saw the scene, he immediately understood that Zhang Ping was the new magistrate. He went to investigate the case of the Yao Mansion just as soon as he arrived today. He must have come back now. He was fortunate to witness the excitement at this moment and the panic of not knowing whether the coarse tea made from boiling water from the big copper pot could be given to the magistrate. His hands trembled a little.

The person sitting next to the new magistrate is Lord Xie. Oh, Lord Xie...

Zhang Ping looked at the vegetable sign on the wall and said to the young man who was serving tea: "A bowl of beef plate."

The young man quickly responded, almost poured the tea on the table, and said tremblingly: "Sir... don't order anything else? It's very fast to open the fire and cook a few dishes."

Zhang Ping said: "I can eat noodles."

It was almost time to have breakfast, and he was not used to eating stir-frying dishes at this time.

"The noodles are big bowls."

The guy nodded violently: "It must be, it must."

Xie Fu then ordered a bowl of plain noodles. When he was about to abandon his life, what else should he care about? He just took care of the two of them.

Everyone knew that the dream of a side dish was gone for two cups of wine. Following the clear soup noodles, egg noodles, and Yangchun noodles, Zhang Ping said: "I love noodles. You order what you like."

Tu Meng said: "It's so coincidental. Bei Zhi also likes to eat noodles, haha~~"

Zhang Ping knew that this was definitely not the case, but he couldn't think of anything to say to solve this scene. In fact, he was just hungry and saw a restaurant that wanted to come in and drink a hot soup, and after eating, he could go back to bed. There was no need to go around with a meal. He didn't say anything anymore.

After a while, the young man brought his noodles, half a bowl full of beef. Zhang Ping stirred it for a while, but didn't see the soup. He looked up and said, "Can you scoop the soup on the noodles?"

The young man responded repeatedly, rushed into the kitchen, brought out a bowl of noodle soup, thick white soup, scallion, coriander, garlic sprouts, and a layer of sesame oil spots.

The young man said attentively: "Sir, the noodles in the shop are all made of old soup simmered in sand pots, and other families don't have this taste."

Zhang Ping nodded, drank the noodle soup, thinking about the case of Yao's mansion.

Everyone didn't know what style the fresh magistrate had. They ate the meals in a very quiet place. Zhang Ping's expressionless appearance of eating noodles and drinking soup was added to their eyes, with a bit of elusive depth.

After eating the noodles, Zhang Ping took out a small piece of silver and handed it to the young man. The young man was stunned for a moment and thanked the magistrate for the reward. Zhang Ping said, "It should be worth it. There is no need to do this."

Miao Shujian, the head of the slaughter, etc., all stood up.

"Sir, why are you doing this? You are afraid of humble position."

"How can adults pay for the money for the meal in the humble profession?"

"Sir, this..."

Zhang Ping was not used to this kind of pushing and giving in, and said, "It's nothing." Then he looked at the guy, "Just count the money for the meal, this piece of silver should be enough."

The young man immediately said, "It's enough, it's enough. The adults have rewarded a lot more."

Zhang Ping blinked. It seemed that the guy would not ask him for money.

Xie Fu looked at Zhang Ping and turned back slowly, staring at Noodle Wan's face. The slightly curled expression of his eyebrows made him think-

This man, just now, wasn't waiting for that guy to find money.

Not so.

If you guessed it right, who is this...

He couldn't help but whisper tentatively: "Sir, this meal is a requirement for official business. Let the clerk record it and enter the account book. There is no need to spend money on it yourself."

Zhang Ping said: "No need. The money is not good enough."

Xie Fu said: "Every meal has a price, just take the menu and record it."

Zhang Ping said: "All more things are added."

He was going to Yao Mansion. As the magistrate, he should pay. Although the meal was indeed not a small amount for him. He felt a little heartache.

Xie Fu was speechless, and looked at Zhang Ping again. Who is this person? Forget it, I will leave the world and care about so much.

Following Zhang Ping out of the restaurant, Xie Fu found that the sky was about to be bright.

It seems that we have to wait until night before we can find the opportunity to break.

I will stay in this turbid world for another day.

Xie Fu smiled sadly in his heart again. Life is not easy, and death is not easy.

Zhang Pingyi looked at the sky and turned to everyone and said, "It's already this time. Please go back and rest for a while. Let's talk about other things in the morning."

Everyone calculated the time, but in fact, when they went back, they could only sniff for another hour, and then they had to go to the yamen again. However, after a busy night, they had a hot meal in their stomachs, and they were exhausted. The slaughter head thanked him and asked the constables to disperse first.

Miao Shuli also went home, and only a few people were left to go back to the yamen with Zhang Ping.

Xie Fu discovered that he was one of these people.

He got on the horse in vain and moved back to the gate of the yamen with everyone. Several servants took it out and several served Zhang Ping dismounted. Xie Fu then remembered that his family had moved out of the magistrate's residence behind the yamen and moved to the small courtyard of the county magistrate next to him. The servants who were previously appointed in the magistrate's residence are now serving Zhang Ping, not him.

What is this what he can do now?

Xie Fu threw the reins to his servants in a detachment. He wanted to turn back quietly, but then he thought that if he wanted to go back, he had to go back together with Zhang Ping, either through the yamen or around the alleys, and he had to send Lord Zhang into the mansion first so that others could enter the house.

I can't escape this humiliation.

It's all because I didn't jump down quickly.

Xie Fu followed Zhang Ping buriedly and stepped into the threshold of the county government office. He listened to the servant's careful guidance to introduce the county government office to Zhang Ping, and thought to himself that he would not be able to find some medicine after he went back.

Alas, foaming at the mouth, twitching hands and feet, maybe even getting sucked into feces. It's too indecent. Just wait until the evening.

Just as he was thinking this, Zhang Ping suddenly turned around and approached him.

Xie Fu shook his eyes and narrowed his eyes with caution. Zhang Ping looked at him and said, "By the way, Lord Xie, I have something else to ask for advice."

Xie Fu said calmly: "Sir, please speak out."

The servants on both sides retreated consciously and looked at each other. Unexpectedly, the new magistrate had already been with Lord Xie.

Zhang Ping said: "Does there be no Taoist temple or a person who is proficient in metaphysical Feng Shui?"

Xie Fu raised his lips: "Yes." He is a dying person, and he doesn't have to worry about speaking, "Or how could so many people believe in grandma."

Zhang Ping nodded, and he liked Xie Fu's straightforward way of speaking.

"I have some Feng Shui-related matters, so I want to ask someone. Does Mr. Xie know anyone else who is proficient in metaphysical Feng Shui?"

Xie Fu simply said: "Sorry, the official does not believe in these things and cannot help the adults."

Zhang Ping blinked: "Oh."
Chapter completed!