A piece of paper

[Written at the front, because many children can’t read the author’s words, the word count will be supplemented – some children questioned why Qiao Baoyuan suddenly likes to show off his wealth?In fact, in the previous article, Qiao Baoyuan has always been somewhere between friends and admiration for Xianjin. Two years of life licking blood at the edge of a knife has continuously magnified the beauty and shining points of the past. The two little girls can almost be counted among his The spiritual pillar that has sustained me for two years, Baoyuan's experience and mental journey will be written slowly in subsequent articles. Children, please be patient. 】

Making pornographic rumors was very common in later generations.

This girl has a bit of a temper, so let’s make a scandal about her;
This girl looks a bit naughty, so let’s make a pornographic rumor to play with her;
This woman is very familiar with me, so she made a dirty rumor;

This woman is not familiar with me, so she made a dirty rumor;

This woman is so rich, it’s an unspoken rule that she must build one;
Due to the special physiological and psychological reasons that women are born with and certain cultural factors that have been passed down for thousands of years, making pornographic rumors has become the most convenient, simplest and fastest way to criticize them.In later generations, with the awakening of women, maliciously made pornographic rumors can be punished by a lawsuit against the initiator.

So what now?

In this feudal era where there were no sanitary napkins and she could only wear a menstrual belt during those few days of the month, what could she do if a pornographic rumor was made about her?
Xian Jin was thinking, more confused than angry.

Anger cannot solve the problem, let alone retaliate tooth for tooth or eye for eye. It has no use except adding a few more nodules to one's breasts.

During the three or five days that Xianjin was thinking about it, this excerpt of the play and the storybook from which it was derived were circulated all over the world. Xianjin asked Suo'er to buy a copy and read it together.

After reading it, Suo'er cried.

The excerpts that came out of the play can be regarded as clear-cut works.

This script is much more explicit. Not only does it mention that the heroine was born from a concubine, she became the head of the family through less than honorable means, she developed an less than honorable relationship with the local pudgy magistrate, and... He relied on this relationship to dominate the local area. In the end, they were discovered by the imperial envoy who was visiting incognito, and they were sent to the guillotine together. The book did not specify the official position of the local official, the name of the heroine, or the location of the story. , but everyone knows who the metaphor is.

The words in this book are cryptic but arrogant. It takes a dark and malicious stance. Every word and every sentence is full of rampant imagination. It even has very detailed descriptions of some disgusting and obscene specific scenes.

Unsightly.

It's like a strange little pornographic article, and the opera excerpt that Xian Jin heard in the teahouse that day was born out of this script.

Oh, there is a film and television adaptation of this thing!

Xian Jin closed the page and threw it heavily on the table.

Suo'er clenched his hands into fists and clenched his molars like a black missile, ready to run out and kill the rumormonger.

Xian Jin grabbed the back of Suo'er's neck and pulled him back, "Who are you going to find?"

"Bai family!" Suo'er's dark face turned red, "Brother Gou and I will kill him together! I'll chop off his hands, and Brother Gou will chop off his feet! Cut him into pieces!"

Xian Jin shook his head, "Do you have evidence that it was written by the Bai family?"

Suo'er was stunned.

Xianjin looked calm and asked again, "Since you have no evidence, what position do you stand on killing the Bai family?" Xianjin smiled, "Even if there is evidence that it is the Bai family, you can knock on the door."

He glanced at the book on the table and said with a calm expression, "Others will only think that you are guilty - if you are not guilty, why do you want to check in?"

Suo'er wiped tears on the back of her hand, "If this were placed in the village, and someone else would be pointing fingers, if the girl didn't commit suicide, her family would also be thrown into the river! The person who wrote this book has a heart that is too poisonous! Too cruel! You are forcing people to die!"

Xianjin was about to say something when she heard someone coming from the front yard saying that Magistrate Xiong had summoned her. Someone from the government was coming and there was a lot of noise in the house. Mrs. Qu heard the news from the government and sent someone to ask questions in a hurry. People came and went in Yiyuan for a while. , it’s so messy.

Xian Jin's tone became serious and he quickly cut through the mess, "Suo'er, follow me to the mansion. Mother Zhang, please tell the old lady that it's nothing serious and tell her not to worry about me."

Zhang’s mother hesitated to speak: She’s not worried about you, she’s probably worried about the trouble caused by the government coming to visit her.
Xianjin was fast on her feet and originally wanted to enter the magistrate's gate through the side door. No one knew about it, but unexpectedly someone came to ask her entourage to open the gate of the magistrate's office and bow down to invite her to enter in an open and honest manner.

Xian Jin laughed. This old bear looked smooth and smooth, and he valued peace in everything. In fact, he was quite temperamental. Now he was working hard to create scandals for those people who kept chattering. Look, only when you are clean can you be beautiful and beautiful.

Xian Jin lifted up his skirt and walked into the prefect's Yamen with his head held high.

As soon as he entered the lobby, he heard Magistrate Xiong talking to someone. There were two people sitting on his lower left. Seeing Xian Jin coming, Magistrate Xiong put down the tea cup, nodded lightly, and said hello to Xian Jin, and turned his eyes. Turning to the next person, he introduced in a calm tone, "Do you all know each other? Mr. Zhen and his son Sanlang from Chen Ji's shopkeeper He at Longchuanxi Pier."

Mr. Zhen hurriedly raised his waist and said, "We know each other! We've known each other since early in the morning! Shopkeeper He, who doesn't know me?"

He slapped his son on the back and said, "Quan Zi and Shopkeeper He are still close friends!"

Zhen Sanlang was so patted that his liver trembled.

Xianjin:?What is this for?
Magistrate Xiong didn't give Xianjin a chance to ask, and said with a smile, "You took over such a big job from Yingtian Mansion. Our Xuancheng Mansion will cooperate with you. I remember you only have three strong men who can really be used? One is named Dog. Two dogs? The other two are brothers?"

"Tuesu Gou and the Zheng brothers?"

Magistrate Xiong nodded, "You have to work hard to be able to use them. Three is too few - there are 70 loyal young adults at Uncle Zhen's dock. If there is anyone who can be used, you can find him." He helps you carry it."

Xian Jin still doesn’t understand.

Magistrate Xiong smiled and faced the Zhen family father and son, but he pointed at Xianjin casually, "This girl is good at everything, but she is too pure and kind. In the past, her father protected her, and later Qiao Tanhua protected her. Bai De is just like Like rice paper.”

Mr. Zhen leaned back and smiled, "That's why the shopkeeper is so lucky!"

As soon as Magistrate Xiong put down the teacup, the entourage behind him immediately dragged a middle-aged and frustrated scholar dressed in a ragged gown.

The man was trembling and frightened. As soon as he was pulled out, he immediately hit his knees on the ground, crying and kowtowing, "The student is wrong, the student is wrong! The student should not have written that script! The student is absolutely wrong!" Your Excellency has a lot! Spare the students!" All those without merit, no matter their age, are still students in front of the officials.

This scholar must be sixty, right?

Magistrate Xiong's expression remained unchanged, "Writing, what scholar doesn't write something? He is afraid that what he writes will not be what he wants, and will be used as a wedding dress for others."

The scholar cried bitterly, "Yes, yes! You are right! The Bai family has given too much!"

Magistrate Xiong cheerfully interrupted the scholar's last words and asked with a kind face, "Isn't he left-handed?"

The scholar quickly shook his head, "Students write with their right hand seriously!"

Magistrate Xiong nodded clearly, waved his hand, and then led the scholar down.

The scholar cried and yelled to admit his mistake, and struggled all the way out.
Xian Jin was confused and seemed to understand what Magistrate Xiong was going to do.

I heard Magistrate Xiong speak earnestly, "Zhenfu, you, an elder, have to lead and teach the younger generations of Xuancheng Mansion well. You have to hand over your stick. Don't hide your secrets. Do you hear me?"

Mr. Zhen bowed his head and nodded respectfully.

The Zhen family father and son brought Xian Jin out of the magistrate's office in an aggressive manner. Zhen Fu sneered, with a habit of playing in the waves on the pier, "Where is he?"

Several strong men emerged from the alley and replied angrily, "They were thrown at the back door! We picked them up!"

"Put on a linen bag and take it to the upstairs of Chengxi Teahouse." Zhen Fu turned his head with a spring breeze smile on his face, "Shopkeeper He, are you going too?"

Xianjin:?Can you not go?It always feels a little bloody.
It was indeed bloody.

The long-robed scholar knelt on the ground tremblingly, his eyes covered, and he was so scared that he drooled.

The box door was closed tightly, and no one inside made a sound.

Zhen Fu glanced at him, and the brothers on the pier swarmed up, two of them pressed on the back, two of them pressed on the arms, one of them grabbed the scholar's right hand, and the other held the big iron pliers.

He peeled off the fingernails of the scholar's right hand one by one.

The scholars howled loudly throughout the building.

The porter brother who was doing his manicure took off his belt and stuffed Tuanba Tuanba into his mouth.

The scholar was silent.

After a while, Xianjin saw a pool of irritating yellow liquid dripping from under the scholar.

Zhen Fu frowned in disgust, and with a wave of his hand, his subordinates pulled the scholar who had fainted from the pain to the inner room.

Zhen Fu stood up and poured a cup of tea for Xian Jin himself, "...I mean, little girl, don't be too bloody."

Putting it just in front of Xian Jin, Zhen Fu chuckled, "But Master Xiong has his own considerations. He only said that your road will only get wider and wider. This is not a big deal. Don't get your hands on it." , but you have to look at it with your eyes and know it in your heart, so that you can deal with it in the future."

Xian Jin lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

To be honest, she really didn't feel any discomfort.

In her previous life, she had done too many surgeries. She didn't know how many incisions she had made on her body. The flesh, blood and bones were not enough to cause her physical and psychological discomfort.

What's more, at this moment and here, since there are no legal restrictions on the behavior of the long-shirted scholar, it certainly depends on whose sword is faster.

This scholar's pen can sometimes become a flower that praises others, and sometimes it can become a murderous knife.

If it were another girl, this scholar would probably have to bear a blood debt.

The tea soup tastes sweet in Xianjin's mouth.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhen and Third Brother." Xian Jin smiled, "There is another time at night that I want to trouble you two and the brothers from the dock."

Zhen Fu laughed: This girl is really "pure and kind"!

Moon and night.

In the Xuancheng alley, Bai Dalang came out drunk from Baihua Tower and got on the mule cart.

The alleys are crowded.

The other mule cart on the opposite side also moved into action.

Xian Jin sat calmly in the mule cart and said in a steady voice, "Crash into it."

(End of this chapter)