"Then can Dad get me a little official position in the future?" The County Magistrate's son also had eyes full of anticipation, immersed in beautiful fantasies with his mother.
"Of course, it's not a problem at all. I'll send someone over tomorrow to proceed in advance," the County Magistrate's Wife said smugly. "It's merely a bunch of smelly fishermen. Our attention to them is their fortune. We'll advance it tomorrow, and a few days later they'll be married. They won't be anything but grateful, right?"
"Okay, Mom, do it as soon as you can." The County Magistrate's son was lost in his fantasies, eager to become an official soon.
"I know, you go to sleep now, and wait for the good news from Mom tomorrow." The County Magistrate's Wife said with a laugh.
...
That next evening.
The County Magistrate's son returned home after idling about all day, burping as he walked in and asked his mother seated in the hall.
"Mom, did you take care of it? When is the mute coming in as a bride?"
