I earned two hundred and forty taels of silver from selling ginseng at Huichuntang. As it was getting dark, it seemed too late to visit the county magistrate, so I went to find an inn to stay for the night and discuss anything the next day.
The next morning, Blake Tang parked the ox cart at the inn and walked to the county magistrate's residence with the ginseng. This was a good opportunity for him to take a look at the ancient streets. Along the way, he could hear the hawkers' cries and the noise from the restaurants.
From these, it can be seen that the county magistrate must be a good official. There are no bullies, no hooligans, and not many beggars. Blake Tang ate another bowl of noodles on the roadside, asked the boss how to get to the county government office, and then slowly walked over.
When he arrived at the county government office, there were two bailiffs standing at the door, and Blake Tang walked forward.
He took a tael of silver in his hand and stuffed it into the yamen runner's pocket without leaving a trace. "Brother yamen runner, I want to visit the county magistrate." After receiving the silver from Blake Tang, the yamen runner was also very friendly and asked with a smile:
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