"Zhou Ergou and the Zheng brothers?" Xianjin was puzzled and finished his sentence in a daze, "There are also a dozen newcomers, and they are not very old."
Prefect Xiong nodded. "It takes a lot of work to find someone new. Three is too few. Your uncle Zhen has sixty or seventy loyal young men at the dock. If there's anyone you can use, go find him and he'll help you."
Xianjin still didn’t understand.
Prefect Xiong smiled at the Zhen family father and son, but pointed at Xianjin casually, "This girl is good in every way, except that she is too kind. She was protected by her father before, and then by Qiao Tanhua. She is as white as rice paper."
Master Zhen hurriedly leaned forward and smiled in response, "That's also because Manager He is blessed!"
As soon as Magistrate Xiong put down the teacup, the attendant behind him immediately pulled out a middle-aged or elderly depressed scholar dressed in tattered long gown.
The man was trembling with fear. As soon as he was pulled out, he immediately fell to his knees and kowtowed, crying and shouting, "I was wrong, I was wrong! I shouldn't have written that book! I was totally wrong! Please be magnanimous! Please forgive me!"
Anyone without any official title, regardless of age, is considered a student in front of officials.
This scholar must be sixty years old, right?
Prefect Xiong remained calm, "Writing, what scholar doesn't write something? I'm just afraid that what I write is not what I want, and it will be a waste of time for others."
The scholar burst into tears, "Yes, yes, yes! You are right! The Bai family... the Bai family... really gave too much!"
Magistrate Xiong interrupted the scholar cheerfully and asked in a friendly manner, "You are not left-handed, are you?"
The scholar hurriedly shook his head, "Students write with their right hands!"
Magistrate Xiong nodded in understanding, waved his hand, and his entourage took the scholar away.
The scholar cried and admitted his mistakes, struggling all the way out.
Xianjin was in a daze, but he seemed to understand what Magistrate Xiong was going to do.
I only heard Prefect Xiong say earnestly, "Zhen Fu, as an elder, you should take good care of and teach the younger generation of Xuancheng Prefecture. You have to hand over your stick and don't keep it to yourself. Do you hear me?"
Master Zhen hunched his back and nodded respectfully.
The Zhen family father and son took Xianjin out of the prefectural government office in a threatening manner. Zhen Fu sneered, with a habit of surfing on the docks all over his body, "Where is the person?"
Several sturdy men emerged from the alley and answered in a muffled voice, "It was thrown out the back door! We picked it up!"
"Put a sack over it and take it to the teahouse upstairs in the west of the city." Zhen Fu turned around with a smile on his face, "Manager He, are you coming with us?"
Xianjin:? Can I not go? It always feels a bit...bloody...
It was indeed bloody.
The scholar in the long gown knelt on the ground trembling, his eyes blindfolded, drooling with fear.
The door of the box was closed and no one spoke from inside.
Zhen Fu gave a look and the brothers on the dock swarmed over. Two of them hit him on the back, two pressed his arms, one grabbed the scholar's right hand, and one held a large pair of pliers.
The fingernails of the scholar in the long gown's right hand were peeled off one by one.
The scholars howled so loudly that the whole building was shaken.
The dock brother who was doing his manicure took off his belt and stuffed the ball into his mouth.
The scholar fell silent.
After a while, Xianjin saw a pool of smelly yellow liquid under the scholar.
Zhen Fu frowned in disgust and with a wave of his hand, his men dragged the scholar, who had fainted from urinary incontinence due to the pain, into the inner room.
Zhen Fu stood up and personally poured a cup of tea for Xian Jin, "...I mean, for a little girl, don't be too bloody..."
Just in front of Xianjin, Zhen Fu smiled and said, "But Lord Xiong has his own considerations. He just said that your future path will only become wider and wider. This is nothing. Don't get involved, but you have to watch it with your eyes and know it in your heart, so that you can deal with it in the future."
Xianjin lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
To be honest, she didn't feel any discomfort.
In her previous life, she had undergone too many surgeries and had no idea how many cuts had been made on her body. The blood, flesh, and bones...were not enough to cause her physical and psychological discomfort.
What's more, at this moment and here, since there are no laws to restrict the behavior of scholars in long gowns, it of course depends on whose knife is faster.
The pen of a scholar can sometimes become a flower to praise others, and sometimes a knife to kill people.
If it were any other girl, this scholar would probably be burdened with blood.
The tea soup tastes sweet in Xianjin's mouth.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhen and Third Brother." Xianjin smiled, "There will be another one at night. I will need to trouble you two and the brothers at the dock."
Zhen Fu laughed: This girl is really "pure and kind"!
......
It was a dark and windy night.
In an alley in Xuancheng, Bai Dalang came out of Baihua Tower drunk and got on a mule cart.
The alleys are crowded.
Another mule cart opposite it also started moving.
Xianjin sat calmly in the mule cart and said in a steady voice, "Hit it."
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