Chapter 13: Old Pervert
When the sun disappears behind the western horizon, in the Chunshan Township, inside the study room of the head of the local magistrate's mansion, the local magistrate puts down the writing brush in his hand. He blew the ink on the memorial for a while and then carefully folded it after the ink dried.
The local magistrate looked at the door of the study and said, "Someone, come."
The servants standing outside the study heard his call, and one of them walked into the study. Standing in front of the local magistrate, the servant lowered his head and asked, "What are your orders, Master?"
The local magistrate handed over the memorial and said, "Let the fastest messenger deliver this memorial to the county magistrate."
After speaking, he solemnly added, "Remember, don't let anyone know about this."
The servant bowed and said, "Yes, Master."
After the servant left the study, the local magistrate glanced at the report from the Yamen on the table. He picked up the report and read it again for the fourth time. After a while, he put down the report and pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly.
Last night's bandits' attack had resulted in more than one hundred deaths, and countless women and children had been kidnapped. With the civilians living in fear and anxiety, there was no way he could cover up this matter. In desperation, he could only submit a memorial, hoping that the county magistrate would take over this matter.
If the emperor knows about this matter, there may be hope for him and the villagers. Otherwise, he would have no choice but to close his eyes and wait for death together with many villagers who live in the forty-three villages under his jurisdiction.