Chapter 233
Players A, B, and C: There are actually people who love war? What's their thinking? Have they had enough of the good old days? Is living in a prosperous and peaceful dynasty something they find unpleasant? If they're unhappy, then get out!
In reality, China has always been peaceful. Although bad people and corrupt officials still exist, at least there is no war on this land, and theft and robbery are relatively rare. In contrast, some countries are simply war-torn and the people are living in dire straits. Some refugees with low moral standards even rush across China's borders, and when they find that they can't get what they want, they leave with garbage everywhere.
Life has improved, and some people with poor brains have also survived. Seeing only the suffering of other countries on the internet all day long, some people have no idea of the horror and cruelty of war, and even feel that the current peaceful and prosperous times are hindering their own achievements.
In this regard, players just want to say one thing: if you dislike it, just get out!
If a scoundrel wanted to be a general, others would at most laugh at him. But if that person wanted to be a founding general and had already taken action to achieve that goal, others would simply want to beat him to death. If the county magistrate hadn't slammed the gavel in court to stop the attack, and the constables and yamen runners hadn't acted quickly, and the people had been more receptive, the rumormongering father and son might have become the first people in Sijin County history to be beaten to death in court.
"Is there a possibility that he doesn't want to be a founding general here?" Among the people who finally calmed down, someone put forward another speculation: "Maybe they helped the royal bloodline of a small border country to preserve something, and then they can reward them according to their merits after the coup... right?" The logic is barely coherent, but to become a founding general with just a set of armor, this deal seems ridiculous no matter how you look at it.
Although the others weren't quite so calm, they could still manage to analyze the situation along these lines. "Even if he doesn't want to be a founding general here, this is still excessive. A coup always results in bloodshed..."
"Come to think of it, if you can become a founding general just by helping to hide a set of armor, can this country be as big as our village?" Another person subconsciously took over the conversation and complained.
"Compared to this, the guy who believes that armor can change the position of general is even more bizarre, right?"
"Maybe it's just a title? An official title, not a noble title..."
"Not all generals have titles, right?"
"Ah? Is there such a thing?"
"Yes...right? I heard that too..."
People outside the hall were talking about it, and from time to time they looked at the rumormongering father and son as if they were idiots. The father was so angry at his son that he tried to defend himself a few times, but when no one believed him, he just fell to the ground and threw the whole thing away. The son, who was treated as a fool, had originally thought that he should not show off his wealth, but after being looked at like that by so many people, he felt that he could not bear it anymore: "Just because you can't, doesn't mean I can't! Stop looking down on me!"
"Wow, he seems pretty proud."
"Shut up!"
"Hey, you're starting to get angry."
"shut up!!"
The county magistrate still wanted to continue to solve the case, but the older one of the rumor-mongering father and son had completely given up. Although the younger one was good at making small talk, his temper was so bad that he would explode at the slightest provocation. Without his father's support, he became less strict and only wanted to quarrel with the onlookers. The county magistrate asked him questions several times, but he turned a deaf ear to them.
In the end, it was the county magistrate's threat of "severe punishment" that scared the man into obedience, but this man seemed to know less than his father. Not only was his speech incoherent, but he also kept repeating the same things over and over again, which was only slightly better than the previous repetitive words.
Because of this person's outrageous words, the originally simple case became complicated. The county magistrate could not easily make a conclusion on the armor matter, after all, there was someone else behind it. However, the rumor-mongering matter could be resolved.
Shopkeeper Mei, who insisted on suing the father and son who spread the rumors, received a verdict, which stated that the father and son needed to pay Shopkeeper Mei compensation for mental damages and take the initiative to clarify the previous rumors.
"These two people don't look like people who would save money. What if they refuse to pay?" Seeing that the matter came to an end, the players in the private room closed the forum and started discussing with each other.
"Whether they pay or not, I feel like these two are doomed."
"Alas... There are actually fools in this world who believe others will appoint them as generals. It's unbelievable!"
"I find it unbelievable that a con man would target people of their character. What do they have to be worth deceiving?"
"...They're just stupid people who lied to them. Anyone with a bit of brains wouldn't help someone hide their armor."
"That's true!"
The county magistrate adjourned the courtroom, and the rumormongering father and son were taken back into custody to await the next round of trial. The subsequent proceedings are not convenient for public disclosure. If everything is true, the local people will probably be able to see these two men for the last time at Caishikou.
"Grandma." Shopkeeper Mei, who came out of the lobby, supported the old lady who was walking towards them and breathed a sigh of relief against her arm. It was at this moment that everyone realized that the tall shopkeeper Mei was actually a little shorter than the old lady.
"How do you feel?" The old lady patted the hand that Shopkeeper Mei placed on her.
"It's okay...right?" Shopkeeper Mei felt uneasy when he thought that the person who was making things difficult for him was such a fool.
"I'm going to meet up with Sister Mei." Seeing that everyone in the lobby had come out, one of the players in the private room pushed open the door and turned to look at the others: "Are you guys coming?"
"No, we have something else to do."
"Okay, I'll go first... I'll go!"
"Help!" Just as the other players were preparing to go home and look for their mothers, two strangers suddenly rushed into the private room shouting for help, shivering and looking around, as if looking for something.
"Who are you?" The player who was bumped back to the same path glared at the two people angrily: "Don't you have eyes when you walk? You bumped into someone and didn't even apologize!"
The two strangers who rushed in didn't answer, just staring around. Chasing them was another stranger, with a menacing expression and a long stick in hand. He seemed anxious, but actually stepped slowly into the room. He oblivious to the others, and began a chase with the two men that left the players feeling completely baffled.
Bei Qiao leaned against the window, watching the three people pretending to perform a chase scene while looking around, then turned to look at the other players in confusion: Does anyone know them?
All the players looked at each other: I don’t know him anyway, do you know him... Oh, it turns out that no one knows him!
Two people were running in the front, and another person was chasing them from behind. The former looked panicked and the latter looked ferocious, but the player had no intention of being brave and righteous, and even wanted to sympathize with the person behind.
Players: They are obviously trying very hard to catch up, but every time they are about to catch up, they have to slow down imperceptibly. They look like poor oxen and horses participating in the same race with their leaders. They obviously want to win, and they can win easily, but they have to give in and let the superiors win, and even have to let them win without leaving any trace. It is so hard.
"Sorry, we seem to have come to the wrong place." Perhaps not finding what she was looking for, the woman among the first two strangers apologized softly, then pulled her companion away, with the others chasing after them. The three of them left the room, two in front of one, and one behind, hurried in and out without a word of explanation.
"No, who are you?" The player, who had been bumped into by the two again, rushed to the door and wanted to curse, but unexpectedly, the three people walked quickly in the corridor and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The player wanted to curse but couldn't find the culprit. He could only point at the empty corridor and curse silently. Then he stomped his feet and left the shop, going to meet up with Shopkeeper Mei: "I'm leaving!"
"Bye! What a hearty performance, wow..." The players in the room looked at the door and exclaimed, "This is the first time I've seen someone perform and chase me, and they performed it with such rhythm."
"He pretended to be so polite, but he didn't even apologize after bumping into someone..."
"Who are they looking for?"
"Who knows? Anyway, they definitely aren't looking for ordinary people like us..."
The players left the room, chatting and laughing. Bei Qiao was among them. He slowly walked downstairs to the carriage and patted Hui Hui's neck. Noticing someone staring at him, Bei Qiao lowered his cone hat and glanced over. He saw a figure quickly and silently leave through the side door.
That person seemed to be one of the strangers who had broken into the private room earlier... Bei Qiao narrowed his eyes and was about to take a closer look when he was stopped by a familiar voice: "Young lady, please stay!"
The native woman who had finally found Bei Qiao heard the familiar braying of a donkey from the courtyard. Without even bothering to go through the door, she simply stepped over the wall holding her daughter and landed in front of Bei Qiao. "Miss, please stay! Can we discuss this?"
"If you really like it, you can." Bei Qiao took the iron hoe down from the carriage. "If you can't bear to part with the box of Stormy Pear Blossom Needles, you can give me some jewelry that can be easily exchanged for money or other things."
"Oh? Why do you need that? Are you having any troubles?" The native woman said proudly, "If you have any difficulties, you can tell me. Maybe I can help.
"It's not a big deal, I just think it's more convenient to carry." Bei Qiao smiled: I can't tell you that I have everything I need except getting rich, right?
Wow, what did I see... Outside the courtyard, the strange woman who had previously broken into the private room and bumped into the player stopped panting, her eyes wide open as she tried to recall: That young master of the Qiao family, he actually has a cross-dressing fetish!
The player had guessed correctly: her purpose in entering was indeed to find someone. And the person she was looking for was none other than the legendary and mysterious young master of the Qiao family. Earlier in the courtyard, she had recognized Bei Qiao's mount and immediately seized the opportunity to play the role of a beauty in distress, hoping to use her heroic act to bring her closer to the young master, and ideally, secure his hand in marriage.
But what she didn't expect was that the owner of the carriage she saw was wearing women's clothing!
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