Chapter 21
Shen Jiao always does his homework quickly. Regardless of whether it is good or not, he always hands it in on time.
If someone is willing to spend a little money, she doesn't mind copying the fonts and helping others write. At most, she took on work from more than a dozen people at a time, and she could also find time to sign in for others in class.
He is well-known among the disciples and medicine slaves in Huisheng Valley.
Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long and he was discovered by the people above.
There is a saying that goes: secrecy leads to success, while disclosure leads to failure. Only the dead can keep secrets. If there are too many people involved, it will be impossible. Maybe some big colander will let everything out.
Shen Jiao had to set aside some money to disguise herself, practice her ventriloquism, and imitate other people's words and deeds in order to seek wealth and fortune at the risk of her life. However, her business still plummeted, and few people dared to approach her unless they had no other choice.
It’s sad, so it’s better not to mention it.
Shen Jiao wrote with both hands very quickly and finished the large characters in no time. As for the articles, she first flipped through the ones written by Xue Shun himself. There were no fancy words, only concise and straightforward language. The discussion of the sufferings of the people was very realistic, but not very meaningful.
He understood that with the wealthy and powerful leading a life of luxury, many common people were content to have a full meal. In Beiting, where it was bitterly cold all year round, countless people froze to death every New Year's Eve. However, he didn't know how to change it, and even came up with the unreliable idea of asking the rich to distribute their money and land to the common people.
If you submit something this fantastical, you'll probably get scolded.
Shen Jiao used to hope that the imperial court would ban the slave trade, and that every family would stop keeping slaves and only hire indentured servants and pay them every month. What was the result?
What a brutal beating! They really hung her up and whipped her...
From then on, she knew how to write. She could either praise peace, or speak in a roundabout way, or quote ancient people. She would just write when she had enough words and submit it. Even if she couldn't come up with any idea to flatter someone, she could still do it.
It would be difficult if you met a picky person. You would have to come up with something serious to say. It doesn't matter if it's mediocre, as long as it's not nonsense, it won't be sent back for rewriting.
She didn't know what Mr. Song was like.
Shen Jiao could only imitate Xue Shun's writing style and write some mediocre nonsense. There was nothing wrong with it, but it was definitely not a good article.
She had just finished writing and organizing it when Xue Shun woke up. Without even opening his eyes, he jumped out of bed like a zombie and walked towards this side.
"It's over, it's over. How much more is left?"
He kicked the stool and didn't even bother to cry out in pain before looking at the sky. His expression of despair was so despairing that it was no exaggeration to say that he was as miserable as if he had lost his parents.
"It's all finished," Shen Jiao said proudly, "Please read it, sir."
Xue Shun walked to the table doubtfully, counted the number first, and found that there were a few extra ones.
Shen Jiao said, "I was afraid it wouldn't be enough, so I rounded it up to make an even number."
The article was written in forty copies, with one hundred pages of large characters.
The word count of the article is not mentioned, so try to make it as long as possible, around a thousand words.
Xue Shun: "You write so fast?"
Shen Jiao said modestly, "I'm not very good at it. I used to be able to write with four pens at once, but now it's hard to use even three. Otherwise, I could write even faster."
Xue Shun: ...
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Shen Jiao was a little worried: "Is this servant not making any mistakes?"
"...No." He was just jealous of the liar's talent. "He writes much better than me."
Seeing him staring at the large characters, Shen Jiao explained, "I wanted to write more sloppily, but then I thought, sir, you might want to see your handwriting improve gradually, so I copied the handwriting you practiced every day."
"Come on, don't flatter me. I can't write like that."
Although they look alike, Xue Shun still has self-awareness.
"If you don't believe me, just look at it yourself."
Shen Jiao pulled out a few sheets of paper and handed them over, pointing to the words she had circled, with her handwriting next to them that she had tried to copy.
Xue Shun:?
"I really wrote this?"
"That's right, it's just... Yu Nu came to invite the young master to a banquet at Tongsheng Pavilion, and mentioned that the Tongcai Festival was approaching, but the young master didn't go, so he asked me to go to Qiluofang to get clothes the next day.
The first few pieces of calligraphy you wrote that day were particularly beautiful. I wanted to use them to start a fire, but you didn't let me."
Xue Shun was listening with some joy as he recalled the past, but his face fell when he heard the last sentence: "Why would it cause trouble if it's well written?"
"It's too hot and the firewood is damp...it's hard to light."
Shen Jiao knew that he had said something wrong, so he smiled guiltily and avoided his gaze.
Xue Shun stared at her fiercely, shaking the paper in his hand and saying, "You don't dislike it at all!"
It’s okay to say his handwriting is ugly, but to say it’s provocative... that’s too much!
Shen Jiao: "I really don't have any!"
Xue Shun snorted, not sure if he believed it or not. He raised his chin and said, "Put all these in the bookcase, along with those books. Also, prepare some writing brushes, inkstones, and paper for me. The teacher gets up early and has classes at noon, so there's no time to prepare them now. Once you've packed up, go back to sleep. I'll give you a day off."
Thank you, cheapskate, but I was supposed to be off today.
Shen Jiao had been up all night and was too lazy to pretend to thank him. She just asked, "Where is the master's bookcase? I haven't seen it yet."
"Go look in the junk area. If you can't find it, go look in the woodshed. It's somewhere you can't see."
Shen Jiao searched around and finally took his bookcase from the cabinet where oil, salt, sauce and vinegar were kept... The bookcase was soaked in the smell of kitchen smoke and smelled greasy, dirty and disgusting.
Shen Jiao scrubbed it several times and even fumigated it with spices, but Xue Shun still looked extremely annoyed when he saw it.
But Shen Jiao was sure that it was not because of the taste.
He simply... doesn't like going to class.
He even stammered to Shen Jiao in order to skip school: "Do you have... ahem... some medicine or some method... that can... can give me a mild illness that will allow me to rest for half a year?"
"No."
Even if Shen Jiao knew, she wouldn't tell him.
The young masters of rich families are disgusting just by looking at them. They have money to spend every month without doing anything, and there are people in the yard waiting for them to do whatever they want. If they can even choose not to read books, wouldn’t that be too happy?
She knows that everyone has their own sufferings in life, but that doesn't stop Shen Jiao from hating the rich!
Go to your class, you bad-tempered meanie!
Shen Jiao, who still didn't get any reward, went back to the house to sleep!
Listening to the busy sounds in the yard, she slept more soundly with a smile on her face.
The maids were relaxed when their master was not in the yard. They all worked very hard and couldn't wait to send him out.
Everyone was happy, but Xue Shun was the only one who felt half dead.
Oh, Jinyu and a little maid named Liangua are not very happy either, they have to go along.
Xue Shun originally had two servants, but they were dishonest and were driven away by him. Now he is only accompanied by a maid.
This is not a big deal. Few people in the martial arts world care about this. The young man is accompanied by a maid and the young lady has two guards. It is not surprising that there are several romantic stories that people talk about.
The aristocratic families were bound by etiquette and emphasized rules and laws.
The Jianghu, on the other hand, pursues freedom and follows one's heart in everything, values righteousness over law, and forgets etiquette when following one's heart. Therefore, the two sides are constantly arguing and each pursues their own interests.
They all have flaws...
The biggest problem is that people are not united. There are several courts, and the forces in the underworld are even more scattered. They can only unite briefly to deal with each other and achieve a delicate balance.
That is - non-interference.
The territory occupied by underworld forces is under the control of the underworld people, and the territory occupied by the imperial court is under the control of the imperial court.
The people of the underworld govern the people of the underworld, and the court governs the people. It's very fair.
Places like Tongcai Villa, which can cooperate with the imperial court and whose ports and terminals are controlled by the imperial court, are basically considered traitors.
But as a businessman, there is no need to worry about face when making money. The owner of the manor, Xue Wuliang, has been helping people in the martial arts world, so he can be considered neutral.
The second thing is people...
Common people who had committed crimes would abandon their homes and careers to venture out into the world. Perhaps a sect would take them in for a moment of confusion, but would feel embarrassed to hand them over to the imperial court, so they would simply protect them.
There are more and more bad people roaming around in the world.
There are also people who like to imitate the gangsters and take revenge, causing trouble at every turn and staining the streets with blood.
It seems that people in the underworld are particularly unruly.
The imperial court claims to attach great importance to laws and rules, but once the powerful and influential commit crimes, they say that the law does not apply to the nobles and punishments do not apply to officials.
He was a bit cunning and took advantage of the people, causing complaints everywhere...
Under the seemingly prosperous and flourishing times, things are in shambles, and no one knows when things will be sorted out...
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