Chapter 242
People who have just arrived in Sijin County and see this scene may question whether this is too much of a superficial judgment. However, for the local people in Sijin County, anyone who is treated so hostilely by the dogs of Sijin College must have done something wrong, even if he has no intention of targeting students.
The people, who had full trust in Gouzi, stopped the man and pushed him a few times, and sure enough, they found the murder weapon that had fallen from his body. "You're still remembering names and giving scores? You really picked the one?"
"This beast might have accomplices!"
"Beat him!"
"Beat him!"
"Don't let him get away!"
No one cared when this righteous brawl started. By the time Xiao Cheng arrived, the place was already packed. Those who couldn't think straight were just as anxious as Xiao Cheng, while those who were quick-witted had already begun searching for any trace of their accomplices.
The clever Sijin County native said: "This guy isn't wearing a cloak or any pockets. He can't hide a girl this big on his body. Someone must be helping this bastard transport people. At the very least, there must be a transport vehicle hidden nearby... Hey! Look what I found? There's a cart hidden in the bushes, and there's a sack tied to it!"
An hour later, the constable received the news and came to pick up the man. The wretched man was beaten badly, and when Xiao Cheng squeezed in, there was no intact area left for him to attack. This made her feel both relieved and regretful.
Sijin County wasn't large, so would the news have spread slowly? Obviously not. It was simply that the messenger was accidentally and legitimately delayed by trivial matters, and the constable who received the news had to deal with some urgent and undelayed emergency on the way, and then... Anyway, that's what would be written in the files afterwards. As for the truth, it didn't matter at all.
The wretched man was beaten badly. How badly? Not only on his chest and back, but even on the soles of his feet. In other words, whether he was standing, sitting, lying down, or lying on his stomach, no matter what he did, it would cause him severe pain.
Of course, the constables didn't care about these things. They unceremoniously plucked the man from the ground and stuffed a handkerchief into his mouth to prevent him from yelling and disturbing others. "You're actually planning to take over Sijin College! You're so audacious!" Jinshan and Sijin College were General Jin's cherished wishes for the local people. Now, someone had actually sabotaged such an important place, twice! Didn't these people think that Sijin County hadn't become Sijin City because it couldn't be done?
The cart found in the bushes was taken away by the constable, even though the wretched man refused to admit that it was his. To prevent him from escaping, the people who had beaten the wretched man spontaneously escorted the constable back to the yamen, and along the way they did not forget to "treat" the wretched man with rotten vegetable leaves.
Creepy man: Run? My feet are so swollen I can’t run!
"Why is there only this kind of shit today?" The 80-year-old woman, who had just energetically beaten up the creepy guy, put away her cane and angrily pounded the ground. "What are they trying to do? What do they think Sijin County is?"
While Sijin County's location isn't as favorable as other places, and transportation isn't as developed, thanks to General Jin's legacy, people live a relatively good life. Even orphans have the opportunity to learn to read and support themselves. Even those who are often jealous of others wouldn't attack the children of Sijin Academy, as that would incur public outrage. And yet, today, someone actually crossed the line!
"Let's go back and work out a set of regulations." Another old man tapped his pipe. "If that doesn't work, we can reinstate the crime of picking flowers." A country has its own laws, just as families have their own rules. Sijin County not only adheres to national laws but also has local regulations tailored to local conditions, and the crime of picking flowers is one of them. Unlike national laws, the punishment for picking flowers is heavier and more general, targeting not just flower thieves. This has a strong deterrent effect. If implemented, those who verbally molest young women and those who steal people's underwear will definitely behave themselves for a while.
Of course, the use of local regulations is still relatively strict. All village heads in the county need to apply, and the application must be approved by the county magistrate, county magistrate, and county lieutenant. When it is implemented, it also needs to be approved by Her Majesty the Queen. There is also a time limit, and another application must be made after the deadline.
The news that Sijin County was going to collectively apply for the implementation of penalties for the crime of picking flowers spread quickly. Not long after Bei Qiao returned to the inn on horseback, he heard the lobby downstairs become lively and the staff cleaning the corridor also began to discuss the matter.
This incident had a significant impact. At least Bei Qiao was no longer stopped and approached on the road. Most people's attention was focused on discussing this matter, and the adults' catchphrase for scaring children became "If you don't behave, you will be caught as a flower thief."
"Who the hell can't control themselves and cause this?" Those who usually messed around were furious. They usually had the will but not the nerve to do anything, and usually liked to take advantage of others so they wouldn't be thrown in jail, only to get a scolding or a few kicks at best. But if the seasonal crime of flower-stealing was confirmed, every one of them would be punished, and no one would be able to escape. If they couldn't control themselves, they would be thrown in jail or sent to a labor camp.
A shop assistant passing by clutching a rag took one look at the table, made sure they hadn't broken it, and then turned and walked away: "Serves you right! You deserve a lesson!"
Sijin County was in an uproar over this incident, and the local spam groups in the forum were also boiling with excitement. Most players expressed that they were celebrating, and the air seemed to have become fresher at this moment. A small number of players began to discuss whether their current local bosses would be embarrassed by this crime and whether they should resign early and run away with their wages.
Player A: By the way, did the shop owner who sold jars last time run away? I haven't seen him open his shop in a few days.
Player B: Former employee, the owner of that store was caught evading taxes in real life and can't take care of this side for the time being. After liquidation, he may transfer the store to someone else to pay off the debt.
Player C: Tax evasion? I pay several thousand dollars in taxes every month. How come these bastards don't pay taxes when they earn so much?!
The conversation in the group went off into the distance. Bei Qiao caught up on the gossip for a while, then opened the system's accounting interface and took a quick look at the escort agency's income and expenditure. Although she was away from home, she wasn't completely hands-off; she would check the escort agency's information whenever she had the time.
It was time for dinner. Bei Qiao logged off, took off her holographic glasses, rubbed her forehead, stretched her body, and leaned over to kiss Tang Yuan on the head, who had slipped in at some point. The house was quiet. Qiao Lin, who always came home on time, had sent a message half an hour ago saying she would be home late and asked Bei Qiao to go to the kitchen and get the ingredients out of the refrigerator. She would cook dinner herself tonight.
"When I come home late every day, don't I just ask the robot to make some rice for me..." Bei Qiao was puzzled: the household robot has bought a self-service cooking module, so why do I still have to cook for myself?
In 25th-century China, self-care in old age is practically possible with the help of household robots, provided one has sufficient funds. However, robot cooking still hasn't completely replaced manual cooking. Household robots are available in various modules, but not everyone purchases the cooking function, as they are priced by recipe. The more dishes they can make, the larger the machine, and the more expensive it becomes. However, it's incredibly convenient. Simply select a recipe and time, and the robot will pick and cook the vegetables itself. If ingredients are out of stock at home, it can even request online purchases.
Because Qiao Lin has been very busy recently, Bei Qiao bought some extra cooking modules for the housekeeping robot. They have been eating the same dishes for dinner for the past few days. Now Qiao Lin suddenly wants to go to the market to pick vegetables. Bei Qiao's first reaction is, is today a special day?
"It's not my birthday, it's not her birthday, and it's not any anniversary... Is it a promotion, a raise, or a bonus?" Very likely.
Since Mom was going to cook, the dinner schedule I'd set for the housekeeping robot would have to be temporarily canceled. Bei Qiao opened the bedroom door, phone in hand, and was about to head to the kitchen when she heard the sounds of children running and chasing each other in the hallway outside. Perhaps it wasn't exam season these days, so the kids in the same building were happy. They weren't running out crying at night, only to be dragged back in by their parents, scolding them.
When did the sound insulation in the room become so bad... Bei Qiao thought so, turned his head to look at the door, only to find that Qiao Lin had returned and was changing his shoes at the door.
"Mom, didn't you say you would be back later?" No wonder the sound insulation was poor, it turned out the door was open.
"Your dad picked me up in the car, just in time for rush hour." Qiao Lin hung his coat at the door, carried his bags into the kitchen, and placed the ingredients that needed to be processed by the robot on the counter. "Dinner isn't ready yet, so go do something else first. Don't eat fruit to fill your stomach. We're having a big dinner tonight."
"Okay." Although I don't understand why, since there is a big meal, I will look forward to it.
Bei Gu parked his car in the underground parking lot and was dragged to the kitchen to help after returning home. Bei Qiao had also planned to help, but Qiao Lin kicked him out because the kitchen was too crowded. He could only sit on the sofa with his cat and watch TV.
"Meow?" Tangyuan lay on Beiqiao's legs, turned over to expose his belly, and sniffed towards the kitchen: Meow, what a nice smell! It smells so good!
It can be said that Qiao Lin showed off his cooking skills tonight. Although the meal he made was not as sumptuous as the New Year's Eve dinner, it had more varieties than usual. He even set aside a pot to fry potato chips for Bei Qiao, and told Bei Qiao not to eat too much yet, as the meal would be ready soon.
Bei Qiao held the bowl of potato chips handed to him by the housekeeping robot and thought for a long time: What good thing happened to my mother that she actually took the initiative to make fried food today?
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