Let's rewind a little to last night.
Uncle Fu said in a deep voice, "This is outrageous! This is too much!"
The old man was so angry that his face turned red, and he got up to leave.
“Brother Chen, you don’t need to worry about this matter. I’m going to find my master.”
Chen Xian said seriously, "If we were to go to court, Manager Ma and I would each have our own version of events. We would also definitely request that other merchants be summoned to testify to the truth of this matter."
“Those vendors are the most cowardly and weak. Even if we try to reason with them beforehand, I’m afraid some of them will change their story.”
"If it really comes to that, Magistrate Su can only give Chief Clerk Ma a slight reprimand and verbally restrain him. After all, judging cases requires evidence. If you don't kill the snake, you'll only suffer the consequences!"
Uncle Fu glanced at Chen Xian.
He then realized that the peasant man in front of him was not only a good writer of storybooks, but also had an exceptionally clear mind and was extremely calm when faced with problems, unlike himself who was impulsive and acted on impulse.
“Then I’ll listen to you, Brother Chen. Judging from your calm demeanor, you must have a plan.”
Chen Xian lowered his voice and said, "I need to ask Uncle Fu to find me a young man you can trust, preferably someone who can read and write."
"Shuisheng, come out here!"
A short while later, a waiter, looking anxious, asked, "Uncle, you wanted to see me?"
Chen Xian glanced at him and thought, "Hmm, he has a decent appearance, fair skin, and looks like a scholar."
"Young man, come here."
Finally, Chen Xian added something out of the blue, leaving Uncle Fu completely baffled.
"Perhaps this dosage is still not enough. I need to go to Xuan Nan Academy."
...
It was only then that people in the small square surrounded by walls noticed the source of the sound.
He was a young gentleman, dressed in a bright and dazzling silk robe, accompanied by a pageboy who held a paper fan and had a serene expression.
"Gentlemen, please look at this dish of meat that this country hermit is describing. It is fatty but not mushy, tender but not greasy. Can't you see anything?"
Some people have doubts.
No one spoke.
The pageboy beside him looked somewhat embarrassed.
Shi Jingxing scanned the entire room, remaining silent and indifferent, as if he had told a joke he thought was very lame, only to find that no one below understood his point.
Hidden in the crowd was a fair-skinned young man dressed as a scholar, who seemed puzzled.
What's going on? Did my uncle hire someone else to act again?
He quickly replied, "This dish is called braised pork belly, and it's been very popular at Baiweilou recently. Everyone must have heard of it."
Shi Jingxing was very satisfied and glanced at the fair-skinned young man.
Someone asked.
"So what does that mean? I've had this dish before, and it's delicious."
Shi Jingxing looked at the man with an expression as if he were an idiot.
"What does this mean? It means..."
Shui Sheng pretended to frown and analyzed, "If I'm not mistaken, I haven't heard of this dish at Baiweilou before. It must have been sold to Baiweilou by the Cheng family."
"Uh-huh."
Shi Jingxing was very satisfied and glanced at the young man.
"good!"
"So what does this mean?"
That means you're a complete idiot.
Somewhat reluctant to speak, I glanced at the dazed-looking scholar.
Shui Sheng quickly said, "What's quite a coincidence is that I happen to know that there's a meat shop on the food street in our Daxing Town recently, and strangely enough, their surname is Chen."
Someone suddenly realized.
"My God, Cheng, Chen?"
Suddenly, countless associations arose in everyone's minds.
Shi Jingxing straightened up, closed the paper fan, and tapped his palm.
"Don't you realize how incredibly coincidental things are?"
"Cheng Family Shop, Chen Family Shop, braised pork?"
Shui Sheng looked puzzled at first, but after hearing Shi Jingxing's words, he suddenly understood and his eyes widened.
"I understand. What this gentleman means is that the incident of oppressing farmers that the country folk mentioned did not happen in the next town, but in our Daxing Town food street."
The alias Yu San, the handyman mentioned, is probably not his real name either. Furthermore, the rural hermit has clearly stated in his writings that this is very likely the clerk behind Yu San, secretly instructing him to oppress the Chen family.
Shi Jingxing was initially confused when he saw Shui Sheng's expression, but then he suddenly realized what was going on, which greatly satisfied his vanity.
It's just like teaching an extremely difficult math problem to a student who doesn't understand it.
Could it be that I also have the potential to solve cases? He looked at Shui Sheng carefully.
"Brother, you are very intelligent."
Shui Sheng also boasted, "No, no, all of this is just your speculation. I'm merely standing on your shoulders to refine the details. Your wisdom is as majestic as a mountain and as profound as a deep pool!"
Shi Jingxing remained calm and waved his hand, saying, "It's so-so."
Everything is now clear.
The young students were filled with enthusiasm.
"Let's go. We'll find out if it's true or not just by asking at the food street. It's only a 15-minute walk from here anyway."
Young people have so much free time; they can just pack up and go whenever they want.
The pageboy grinned, watching the commotion, and wanted to follow, but his young master gave him a hard knock on the head.
Are you stupid?
The pageboy looked aggrieved and rubbed his aching head.
"This must be the work of that clerk. Think about it, how could a clerk have the audacity to act recklessly in the food street?"
Did they arbitrarily increase sanitation management fees?
"Could someone be backing him up?"
The page tentatively added, "For example, what about the master?"
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