Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 703 The Moon Will Be Full Again

Chu Mufeng explained, "I was already resting, but seeing your hurried arrival and departure, I thought something had happened outside."

"I need to grab something." Meng Changqing continued walking towards the county government office.

Chu Mufeng followed at a distance that was neither too close nor too far. He was a competent monitor, but his presence was not very noticeable.

Meng Changqing looked up at the sky, where the moon was almost full.

The moon may be full again, but people can hardly gather together.

Xiao Dai's happy occasion has passed, and in the blink of an eye, it's the Ghost Festival (July 15th of the lunar calendar).

The Ghost Festival (Zhongyuan Festival) was the saddest day of the year for the Wen family.

She usually listens to advice and goes to bed early to take care of her health, but she really couldn't close her eyes for the two days before the Ghost Festival.

Meng Changqing didn't know what kind of images would appear in her mind when she closed her eyes, which made her willing to sit in silence every night.

When faced with the loss of a loved one, the comfort offered by others is rarely effective.

It's a kind of pain that can only be resolved by oneself, something Meng Changqing hasn't experienced yet.

Like most people, she hoped this pain would come later.

Looking at the paper money that Wen had cut out overnight, Meng Changqing silently took it, lit it with the flame of a candle, and placed it into the circle he had drawn.

The living remember their deceased loved ones in this way.

The unspeakable sorrow was briefly frozen in the flames, but as the flames died down, the pain returned to my heart.

Hongjia County.

In a small courtyard not far from the government office, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the smell of cooking smoke could be heard coming from inside.

The maid who had been assigned to serve in the courtyard by Master Hua was so frightened that she quickly knocked on the door.

The door was opened after a while. The maid asked hurriedly, "Madam Mao, what's burning?" Without waiting for Madam Mao's answer, the maid rushed in and saw the burning joss paper in the copper basin.

The girl then realized her mistake and immediately knelt down to beg Madam Mao for forgiveness.

Madam Mao did not blame her for her lack of effort, but simply let her go out.

After the maid left, she felt uneasy, thinking that she had done something wrong and would surely be blamed by her master.

So when Hua Rujin passed by the courtyard, the maid immediately knelt down before him, pleading, "Please forgive me, sir."

Hua Rujin didn't understand, so she bent down and asked her, "What mistake did you make?"

The maid told him about her intruding into Madam Mao's room, and Hua Rujin stroked his beard and sighed, "It was the Ghost Festival." His gaze fell on the courtyard gate, and he realized that he hadn't seen Madam Mao for quite some time.

The other party had asked him to do something, but there had been no progress, and he didn't know what to say to them when they met.
"Alas!" Old Master Hua sighed again. "Open the door, I'll go in and see Madam Mao."

Only then did the girl dare to get up from the ground. Before she could even brush the dust off her knees, she hurriedly pushed open the door and led the way.

Upon entering the courtyard, they saw that the door to Madam Mao's room was open, and smoke was billowing out from it.

Madam Mao also noticed the commotion outside and stepped forward to apologize to Elder Hua, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you, sir."

Hua Rujin shook her head, "It's only natural that you miss Lord Mao during the Ghost Festival. There has been no progress in overturning Lord Mao's case. In fact, I am the one who has wronged Lord Mao."

"The old man is willing to let me stay here and is even willing to go to great lengths for my deceased husband. He is already very kind-hearted." As she spoke, Madam Mao began to wipe away her tears.

Master Hua sighed and frowned, saying, "Madam Mao, now that things have come to this, I have to give you some advice. The deceased is gone, so we must make plans for the living."

Now, petitioning is useless, and the prefect doesn't care. The only way is for you to file a complaint in the capital.

That is such a difficult path, and you are still young, with elderly parents to care for and young children to raise...

For the sake of those who are alive, let's stop fighting.