Chapter 210: Chapter 211 How long will the trial take_1 Chapter 210: Chapter 211 How long will the trial take_1 Nan Feng was slightly startled.
She rembered Ye Ge ntioning that this county official was a good man, which was why he took up the role of his guard.
Why do all good officials from ancient tis seem to be dark-skinned?
She muttered to herself, “Could it be that this county official also has the surna Bao?”
By coincidence, a young girl next to her heard her murmur and inford Nan Feng, “No, this county official’s surna is Song, his na is Song Cheng, he’s the famous Song Qingtian of our Ping County.”
Oh, Song Cheng!
Bao Qingtian’s called Bao Cheng, isn’t he?
Only the surnas are different, not the given nas.
Nan Feng couldn’t help but shake her head in amusent.
“What case is being tried right now?” asked Nan Feng.
The girl answered, “I have no idea.”
“If you don’t know, why did you co to watch?” asked Nan Feng.
She had assud that the girl was a family mber of the plaintiff or defendant.
“We’re all just here for the spectacle, who cares about the case?
I just heard that Lord Song’s trials are very exciting,” answered the girl.
What was so exciting about it?
You couldn’t even hear the dialogue; it was like a pantomi.
But then, Nan Feng spotted Ye Ge.
Ye Ge had co out from behind with a docunt in his hand, which he passed to County Magistrate Song, who imdiately began to peruse it.
Ye Ge was off to the side, solemnly waiting.
He didn’t notice Nan Feng.
But Nan Feng was stunned by the sight.
Because Ye Ge was wearing a black official uniform with stripes, a hat, and a wide belt around his waist.
He looked handso and formidable.
Was she experiencing the thrill of a man in uniform?
Nan Feng swallowed nervously.
Then the trial resud.
In her previous life, Nan Feng studied criminal reasoning and judgnt at the Nursing School.
However, it was limited to theories and simulations.
She’d never experienced the real deal, and deep down, she didn’t like the idea of the dangerous and uncertain life.
It was much better for her to live a simple life, working and earning money.
As such, this trial was rather dull and uninteresting through Nan Feng’s eyes.
Besides, she couldn’t hear what the defendant was saying, only occasionally hearing the County Magistrate with his coal-black face banging the gavel.
Nan Feng asked the girl next to her, “How long do these trials usually last?”
The girl said, “It depends.
At the fastest, it could last until nightfall.”
Nightfall?
Nan Feng figured that, for Ye Ge, this was considered work hours.
Unlike a gatekeeper, Ye Ge couldn’t rest when the shift ended.
Even off the court, he should be busy.
She decided not to disturb him.
So, Nan Feng quietly retreated and headed back to the village of Daping.
Ten days later, Nan Feng was packaging her face masks into boxes, quickly accumulating four hundred boxes of stock.
She gave so to Aqiu, Pang Ya, and the other girls in the village, teaching them how to use them.
Then, sothing happened.
It was both expected and unexpected.
It had been raining for eight consecutive days.
Nan Quanyou’s legs, perhaps due to rheumatism, ached so much at night that he couldn’t sleep.
Nan Feng took Nan Quanyou to the Township’s dical Hall.
The owner of the dical Hall told them that Nan Quanyou’s leg ailnt had been there for too long, and he did not have the dical skill to treat it.
The dical Hall’s owner suggested they try their luck in the county.
The owner of the dical Hall introduced a doctor to Nan Feng, stating that the doctor was especially famous in orthopedics, and he might have a cure.
Upon hearing that they needed to go to the county, Nan Quanyou wasn’t too keen on the idea.
Firstly, the expenses would be too high, and secondly, the county was too far.
They would need to hire a cart.
Nan Quanyou, an old man, who hadn’t been to the county very often, worried about the unaccustod environnt and overburdening Nan Feng.
But Nan Feng insisted that Nan Quanyou must go.
His leg injury couldn’t be neglected for any longer.
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