My harem is a bit big

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If Xue Ba doesn't agree today, his daughter who refuses to listen will jump into the fire pit:

"Okay, let me help you for now. After capturing County Magistrate Zhou, our father and daughter will leave Wanguo City immediately."

Even if you know that the irrelevant promise is false after the fact, you still have to make a choice.

Xiao Yu'er bowed slightly, raised his hands and promised:

"No problem, I would like to thank you both on behalf of all my fellow villagers."

"Don't do this, how long will it take to do it?"

"Choosing the day is worse than hitting the sun, let's do it now."

……

100 You can’t control it, kid.

Wanguo City, Yamen.

Magistrate Zhou piled up the official documents and placed them neatly on the corner of the table.

The past few days have been filled with trivial matters.

What he cares most about is the intelligence and trends in the south of the city.

For example, Claude, the deputy engineer of Yuebuluo Heavy Industry.

Yesterday, I dressed up in disguise and took two servants with me to sneak into Chunfeng Tower to have fun.

Or Lilia, the daughter of Earl Charles, came to West Street today to eat hot pot.

This commercial center, which has just been open for a few days, is really a good place to make money.

Magistrate Zhou has been busy with trivial matters recently and has not paid much attention to it.

By the time he reacted, shops from all the major families in the city had settled in.

If you want to step in and get a piece of the pie now, others will not agree.

"Heh..."

Seeing the drizzle falling outside the window, County Magistrate Zhou yawned.

He took off his official uniform and changed into lighter clothes.

At the same time, he called the servants and ordered the kitchen to prepare the meal.

Not long after, Magistrate Zhou came to the lobby.

His son Zhou Qiming sat on a wicker chair with an upright posture.

"Master, this is your favorite stir-fried kidney flower."

After the dishes were served, the father and son started to use chopsticks.

Maybe it's because of their family upbringing, they don't have the habit of eating and talking.

The room was quiet, and the sound of rain falling outside the window drowned out the soft sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl.

Zhou Qiming finished eating first, wiped his mouth and asked:

"Dad, you asked Uncle Zian to go to the Imperial City a few days ago. How did the matter go?"

Magistrate Zhou asked his master to send a secret letter a few days ago to report back on the growing growth of the Red Flower Club.

If you can find out the handle of the organization and catch the core members.

This merit was enough for him to be promoted to an official position in other inland cities.

By then, we can bid farewell to the dangerous outpost of Wanguo City.

After hearing this, County Magistrate Zhou put down his chopsticks:

"Don't blame dad for speaking frankly. There are some things you can't control, son. When dad makes enough money, we will retire. Dad doesn't want you to learn the principles of being an official. The water here is very deep."

Zhou Qiming was slightly startled, a little confused:

"Dad, haven't you withheld all the pensions previously distributed by the court? Haven't you earned enough?"

"you!"

Hearing that his son was speaking freely, Magistrate Zhou looked around.

After confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he looked away:

"My child, please don't mention the pension issue again. Especially in front of outsiders, you can't mention it even half a word. Do you think I want to embezzle this money?"

Zhou Qiming frowned, a little confused:

"Is not it?"

Magistrate Zhou hesitated for a moment, then moved a chair and sat next to his son.

He patted Zhou Qiming on the shoulder, lowered his voice and said sincerely:

"My child, the pensions allocated by the imperial court were withheld by officials along the way and the Lord of the City of All Nations. They were peeled off layer by layer and came into my hands, and there was basically not much left. You know this, I know it, God knows it, and the earth knows it. Don’t mention it to a third person.”

Zhou Qiming always thought that his father made a lot of money.

I never expected that everything I ate was leftovers from others:

"Ah, how could this be?"

"I've already told you, kid, the water is very deep here and you can't control it."

Having said this, Magistrate Zhou looked at the drizzle outside the window and seemed to be reminiscing:

"Just like the money allocated for disaster relief every year, the officials along the way eat meat and drink soup. When it comes to my hands, there is only a little bit of dregs left. You think, can such a small amount of money be used for distribution? Wan Once I get started, what should I do if other people ask me for pensions? My father came to be an official to make money, not to lose money. I can only tearfully swallow the remaining dregs and die without any pension. At least this way , there won’t be much loss.”

These heartfelt words completely refreshed Zhou Qiming's outlook on life.

His face twisted into a knot, feeling incredible:

"Dad, then... what about the others?"

"other people?"

Magistrate Zhou drew back his neck, feeling that his son's question was a bit puzzling:

"As the county magistrate of Wanguo City, dad can't be in charge of everyone, right? There are only so many resources, and it's impossible to get them all equally. If you can manage it, you can manage it, but if you can't, there's nothing you can do. We bought this official to make money. Look at it. In Haizhou City next door, there is a fool who cares about the people. Now, what is his fate, I don’t need to go into details, right?"

Zhou Qiming nodded in understanding, deeply understanding his father's difficulties.

It’s really hard to be a parent official.

"Son, listen to dad's advice, you can't control it. To be honest, dad is the county magistrate. It's interesting enough. I'm not boasting. Compared with county magistrates in other places, he is definitely a clean slate. Recently, dad is thinking I'll find a way to make money, and when I'm done, I'll take you back to my hometown, buy a few big houses, and live comfortably for the rest of my life."

Zhou Qiming curled his lips in disbelief:

"You said the same thing a few years ago. Three years later and three years later. How many years has it been?"

Magistrate Zhou felt guilty and smiled kindly:

"It's coming soon. It will take effect within a month at most. Otherwise, my child, why don't you go back to your hometown tomorrow?"

"Forget it. When you really want to leave, we can go together."

Zhou Qiming shrugged and declined the decision to return to his hometown.

He also wanted to take this opportunity to go to Chunfeng Tower to enjoy more.

Here are stockings and sailor uniforms.

There are so many ways to play, isn’t it better than that poor place back home?

After his son left the lobby, Magistrate Zhou stood up and stretched.

I had just eaten and it was not time to go to bed yet.

It's raining outside, so it's not suitable for a walk.

Let's go back to the study and continue reading "The Silver Ping Mei".

Thinking of this, Magistrate Zhou moved his steps.

Light a candle and read a bedtime book.

"This woman is not more than 25 years old, and she is so beautiful. But here are her eyebrows like willow leaves in early spring, often filled with sadness about rain and clouds; her face is like peach blossoms in March, with a hint of moonlight. Her slim waist is slim and restrained. The swallows are lazy and the orioles are carefree; the sandalwood mouth is light, seducing the peaks and butterflies into chaos. The jade appearance is enchanting and the flowers interpret the words, and the graceful face and graceful jade are fragrant..."

After all, the county government is a government office, and all the best materials are used for decoration.

Especially in the study room, great emphasis is placed on sound insulation.

This is a very private place.

Sometimes in court, in full view of everyone, it is inconvenient to elaborate.

Then he would call people to the study in private and talk about things that couldn't be put on the table.

These things cannot be known to outsiders.

Magistrate Zhou entered the study and closed the window.

The patter of rain outside suddenly sounded like the buzzing of mosquitoes.

He enjoyed the rare silence and lay on the wicker chair.

At the same time, he crossed his legs, feeling very comfortable.

Beside the table, there was mottled firelight.

The flames jumping back and forth were like a wonderful man walking out of a book.