Chapter 127 Punishing Evil and Promoting Good
Along the Qinhuai River, lanterns cast shadows and oars echo.
As the most famous pleasure quarter in Jiangnan, the nights here are even more bustling than the days. Painted boats crisscross the landscape, melodious music fills the air, and the aroma of cosmetics and fine wine permeates the atmosphere.
The Shen family of three strolled leisurely along the riverbank.
Jiang Mianmian held a handful of sunflower seeds she had bought from a roadside stall, which she called "for watching plays." She walked and ate them as she went, her eyes lingering on the brightly decorated pleasure boats.
[Tsk tsk, this is what the red-light district was like in ancient times... I mean, I mean brothels!]
[Look at that young lady, her waist is swaying like a water snake! And look at that scholar, his eyes are fixed on her, he's probably completely bewitched!]
[Shen Jin, would you like to go up and listen to a song? I don't mind, as long as you take me with you!]
Shen Jin held Tuantuan in his arms, his eyes fixed straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to the beautiful women around him.
"I'm not going."
He coldly refused, "Too noisy. And... the smell of perfume is too strong, it's pungent."
Tuantuan, perched on his father's shoulder, also covered his nose with a look of disgust:
"Dad's right! It stinks! It doesn't even smell as good as Mom's fried stinky tofu!"
Jiang Mianmian: […Son, have I skewed your taste?]
Just as the family of three was about to find a quiet teahouse to sit down, the crowd in front of them suddenly became agitated.
"Get out of the way! All of you, get out of my way!"
A burst of arrogant shouts and curses followed.
Several burly men dressed as servants were seen roughly shoving passersby, forcibly clearing a path.
Among them was a young, fat man dressed in a gold-embroidered brocade robe, with a greasy face, and carrying a birdcage in his hand.
This fat man had a face full of fleshy muscles, walked with a swagger, and his nostrils seemed to point to the sky.
"Hey! Whose daughter is that? She's quite pretty!"
The fat man suddenly stopped, his beady green eyes fixed on a little girl selling flowers by the roadside.
The little girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, carrying a flower basket, and she was trembling with fear.
"I've taken a liking to you! Come with me! Sing me a song on the pleasure boat!"
The fat man reached out to grab the little girl's wrist.
"I won't go... Please, sir, let me go..." The little girl cried as she backed away, but was blocked by two servants.
"Not going? You're asking for it, aren't you?"
Enraged, the fat man kicked over the little girl's flower basket, scattering the flowers all over the ground, which he then trampled on. "In Lin'an City, no one dares to refuse me, Wang Batian! Take her away!"
The surrounding people dared not speak out in anger and all avoided the area.
"This Wang Batian is the prefect's brother-in-law. He's used to bullying people by relying on his power. Who dares to mess with him?"
"This poor little girl..."
Jiang Mianmian stood at the back of the crowd, stopped eating her sunflower seeds, and her eyes instantly turned cold.
[Wang Batian?]
[This name... it really shows self-awareness! "Turtle Turns the World Upside Down?"]
[In broad daylight... oh wait, under the clear blue sky, abducting a woman? This script is so cliché!]
However… I hate these bullies who rely on their power the most!
Just as she was about to roll up her sleeves and go up to "teach her a lesson," she felt someone tug at her sleeve.
I looked down.
Tuantuan, who was originally being held by Shen Jin, had somehow slipped to the ground.
The little guy was looking up, his delicate, pretty face full of seriousness, clutching the ancestral gold brick tightly in his hand.
"mother."
Tuantuan pointed at the fat man and asked in her childish voice, "Is that fat uncle bullying people?"
Jiang Mianmian nodded: "Yes, he is bullying the weak."
"Father said, what should we do when we see injustice on the road?"
Shen Jin stood to the side and uttered four words calmly:
"To lend a helping hand."
"But I don't have a knife." Tuantuan held up the gold brick in her hand, her eyes sparkling. "I have a brick!"
"Go."
Shen Jin patted his son's head, his tone as calm as if he were saying, "Go buy some groceries," adding, "Don't kill him, leave him with a breath left."
With her father's permission, Tuantuan instantly became like a fully charged little motor, striding forward with her short legs and full of vigor.
"stop!"
A childish yet loud roar echoed through the noisy street.
Wang Batian, who was about to drag the little girl away, was stunned and looked down.
A tiny kid, barely taller than his thigh, was blocking his way, holding a shiny golden object and glaring at him angrily.
"Where did this little brat come from? Is he still breastfeeding?"
Wang Batian laughed heartily, and the servants around him joined in the laughter.
"Get out of my way! Don't block my path! Or I'll beat you up too!"
Wang Batian stretched out his thick palm, trying to push Tuantuan away.
"Bad guy!"
Tuantuan shouted, "Take this—the Iron Fist of Justice... oh wait, the Golden Brick of Justice!"
He suddenly jumped up, swung his arm, and slammed the gold brick in his hand hard against Wang Batian's outstretched palm.
*Smack!!!*
A crisp, teeth-grinding cracking sound.
"ah--!!!"
Wang Batian let out a bloodcurdling scream. His hand bent at an unnatural angle, and his five fingers instantly swelled up like carrots.
That was a solid gold brick! Combined with Tuan Tuan's natural strength, this blow was comparable to an iron hammer!
"My hand! My hand is broken!"
Wang Batian was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face. He hopped around on the ground, clutching his hand, yelling, "Get him! Beat this little bastard to death!"
Upon seeing this, several servants immediately surrounded them menacingly.
"You dare hit our young master? You're asking for death!"
The onlookers cried out in alarm, "Child, run!"
However, Tuantuan didn't run away at all.
Instead of running away, he looked excited.
"So many bad guys! We can finally have a good fight!"
Facing the burly man charging at him, Xiao Tuantuan was as agile as an eel. He crawled under a servant's crotch and smashed a brick into the man's heel.
"Ouch!" The man clutched his foot and fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Tuantuan jumped up again and rammed her head into the stomach of another servant, sending him tumbling over.
"Bang! Crack! Thud!"
An extremely absurd scene unfolded on the street:
A four-year-old toddler, waving a gold brick, chased seven or eight burly men all over the street, crying and screaming for his parents.
"Stop hitting him! Little darling, stop hitting him!"
"This isn't a child! This must be Nezha reincarnated!"
Jiang Mianmian stood on the outside, munching on sunflower seeds and commenting:
[That 'monkey stealing peaches' trick is pretty good! It's a bit underhanded, but it works!]
Oops, that brick missed! It would have been better if it had hit his nose!
Go son! Beat that fat guy until his head is a pig's head!
Shen Jin stood with his hands behind his back, watching everything with a cold gaze. An invisible aura surrounded him, causing any bystanders who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to keep their distance.
A moment later.
The battle is over.
Wang Batian and his servants lay sprawled on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, groaning in pain.
Tuantuan stood between them, panting, her little face flushed, holding a gold brick in her hand, like a triumphant little general.
He walked up to the little flower girl, took a piece of silver from his pocket, and put it in her hand.
"Don't be afraid, sister. The bad guys have been driven away. Here, I'll buy you some flowers."
The little girl was stunned. After a long while, she trembled as she accepted the silver: "Thank... thank you, my little benefactor..."
"You're welcome!"
Tuantuan waved her hand, then turned and ran back to Jiang Mianmian, seeking praise:
"Mom! Am I good?"
Jiang Mianmian knelt down, wiped his sweat, and gave him a big kiss on the cheek:
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing! You're my pride and joy!"
This is my kind of person! They don't cause trouble, but they're absolutely not afraid of it! And they have a strong sense of justice!
At this moment, Wang Batian, who was lying on the ground, finally caught his breath, struggled to lift his head, and cursed viciously:
"You...you just wait! My brother-in-law is the prefect! You dare to hit me...I'll make sure you never leave Lin'an!"
That line again.
Jiang Mianmian rolled her eyes.
[Prefect?]
[The grass on the grave of the last prefect of Lin'an must be two meters high by now, right? Doesn't the new one have any eyes at all?]
Shen Jin slowly walked forward, placed one foot on Wang Batian's chest, and looked down at him.
"The prefect?"
Chen Jin's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling pressure that made one's soul tremble. "Perfect, I... also wish to see him."
"Shadow One".
"exist!"
"Take this invitation and summon the new prefect. Let him see how his brother-in-law is 'bullying men and women'."
"besides……"
Shen Jin stomped down slightly, causing Wang Batian to scream in pain. "Tell him that if he can't manage his own people, I will take off his official hat."
When Wang Batian heard the words "this king," his mind went blank.
In Lin'an City, someone dares to call themselves "this king" and act so arrogantly... could it be...?
That legendary... living Yama?
His eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright.
...
Fifteen minutes later.
The newly appointed prefect of Lin'an rushed to the scene, stumbling and crawling. Upon seeing Chen Jin, who was standing on Wang Batian's heel, he immediately knelt down, his head kowtowing with a deafening sound.
"This humble official has failed in his duty of instruction! He deserves to die! Please forgive him, Your Highness!"
Shen Jin was too lazy to waste words with him.
"Take this pile of garbage and get out."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The prefect ordered his men to drag Wang Batian, who looked like a dead pig, away in a sorry state.
The onlookers erupted in thunderous applause.
"Your Highness is mighty! The young prince is mighty!"
Amid cheers, Tuantuan puffed out her little chest, feeling that the red scarf on her chest was even brighter.
Let's go.
Jiang Mianmian took her son's hand. "You get hungry easily after a fight. Let's go get some late-night snacks! I want that... duck blood and vermicelli soup!"
"Me too!" Tuantuan raised her hand.
The family of three disappeared into the dim light amidst the awe and affection of the people.
As for that unfortunate Wang Batian?
It is said that the next day, his brother-in-law, the prefect, broke his other leg and confined him to his home for three years, never daring to go out and cause trouble again.
This is the meaning of "With BRICS in hand, I have the world at my fingertips."
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