Chen An was currently wearing a long silk robe, looking every bit the part of a country gentleman.
However, he had clearly not adapted to being a country gentleman; his expression and demeanor still revealed a hint of awkwardness and unease.
After all, Shen Zhiming was the lofty County Magistrate, the most respected figure in the county. Chen An, a mere mountain villager, would never have dreamed that he would one day be able to sit and chat with such an important person.
This was a sense of inferiority ingrained over decades; how could he possibly adapt in just a day or two?
Fortunately, Shen Zhiming didn't put on any airs or act imperiously. He maintained a friendly smile and was very amiable, so Chen An wasn't as nervous.
Seeing Chen Cheng walk into the main hall, Chen An breathed a huge, internal sigh of relief and quickly said with a smile:
"Ah Cheng, you've come at the perfect time. Lord Shen is here to discuss something with you.
