"The preference for sons over daughters and the practice of sacrificing female infants are a recurring phenomenon."
Holding a piece of venison in her hand, Ruan Xianxian lost her appetite.
The young soldier's pupils dilated, his expression stern.
She said, "It's not that you lack the ability, nor that the villagers are particularly good at keeping quiet. They were interrogated because they felt guilty about burying the old man alive."
The idea of sacrificing girls who cannot reproduce and have no productive capacity is probably not a big deal in the eyes of the villagers; they don't think there's anything to say about it.
We've found a breakthrough. Now you know how to proceed with the interrogation, right?
The facts were pretty much as Ruan Xianxian had guessed. When the villagers of Baishi Village were re-interrogated and asked how many babies they had sacrificed besides the elderly, someone from the next village had already confessed.
The man being questioned even looked puzzled and asked the interrogating soldier, "Yes, so what?"
I gave birth to this child. I can raise it if I want, or I can drown it in a chamber pot if I don't want to. That's none of your business.
Besides, being able to serve the mountain god is a blessing those girls have accumulated over eight lifetimes.
These words shattered all moral compass. The soldier in charge of the interrogation threw the documents at the man's face, shouting, "Would you like this kind of good fortune? Would you like this kind of good fortune? Speak up!"
The paper was sharp, and the edge cut the man's cheek. He hissed, increasingly confused, "I took it! Didn't I already receive the blessing my daughter had from serving the mountain god?"
Soldier:? ? ?
People can actually laugh when they're extremely angry!
Just as Comrade Ruan said, they didn't take their daughter's death seriously at all, which is why they didn't mention it at first.
After a series of interrogations, it was discovered that in just three years, more than ten female infants in the village had been sacrificed. Even the Gewei Society, which was cracking down on feudal superstition, could not stop the villagers' madness.
The answer is always the same: the baby died tragically. The disappearance of a newborn is easy to conceal from the authorities.
Ruan Xianxian stroked the fox fur, and upon hearing this, she raised her eyelids and said, "Arrest the commune's women's director."
The other leaders didn't notice, or at least tried to understand. But if a village had seen only girls die for three consecutive years, would the women's director in charge of production even believe it herself?
Women's directors who do practical work, mediate family conflicts, and safeguard women's rights do exist, but throughout history, women's misfortunes have stemmed from women themselves.
Otherwise, where would the Four Books for Women come from?
Ruan Xianxian scoffed. Let alone now, even decades after the internet explosion, there are still parents who send their children to girls' schools to learn about female virtues and precepts.
Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain that is difficult to overcome.
"Comrade Ruan, Tiaozi's wife said she wants to see you. She knows how many children have been sacrificed in the village in recent years, and she said she will only tell you if she sees you."
Having a specific list of people will save us some manpower and resources in the subsequent investigation. Do you want to meet them?
Inside the tent, Ruan Xianxian looked up at the handsome and rugged soldier who came to report, her brows furrowed deeply. "What is 'the cop's wife'? Doesn't she have a name?"
Jin Fei felt that Ruan Xianxian had a problem with him. He brought her water and food and showed her genuine concern for her several times, but she not only refused to let him in, but what was her attitude now?
Intentionally causing him trouble? That's rather ungrateful.
His tone also carried a slight displeasure. "What are you calling me...?"
"Don't you know you need to report before you speak?" Ruan Xianxian interrupted sharply.
Jin Fei choked, then deliberately raised his voice and shouted "Report!" in Ruan Xianxian's ear. The sound was so loud that it could be heard even in the Princess Tomb under his buttocks.
"Reporting to the leader, I don't know her name. The villagers, including the one she calls herself, all call her 'the policewoman.'"
"This is the first time I've heard of someone answering 'I don't know' with such confidence." Ruan Xianxian changed the subject, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Jin Fei paused for a moment, a slight smile playing on his lips. A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes as he looked at Ruan Xianxian, and he replied with a glint in his eye:
"Reporting to the leader, I don't have a boyfriend yet."
He knew he was good-looking; before the incident at home, his face was very popular with women at work and school.
He never expected that before his plan could be fully implemented, this lesbian with special abilities and rights would take the initiative to ask him if he had a girlfriend.
After speaking, he slightly raised his thick, sword-like eyebrows, his words carrying a hint of ambiguity, like a hook.
"Boss, let's talk about private matters when we're alone. I'm reporting important business to you."
Ruan Xianxian leaned back in her chair, her gaze lingering on the face of the man who couldn't understand human speech for a moment, before she smirked, "What a cunning and slick man."
A rare beauty? Jin Fei wasn't too happy with this adjective, which usually refers to women, but he endured it in order to save his parents who were suffering on the farm.
"What the leader says is true."
Ruan Xianxian didn't listen to what he was saying at all. All she could think of was that this kind of man was a good match for the gentle Wen Zhiqing, who, like the other educated youth, couldn't understand human language and liked to talk to herself.
"If you found a partner whose surname is Wen, and your comrades and superiors stopped calling you by your full name and started calling you 'Wen Jia' (meaning 'family member') instead, would you consider that a respectful form of address?"
Because of the other party's identity, Ruan Xianxian suppressed the urge to give him a piece of her mind and patiently said something.
Unexpectedly, Jin Fei's eyes narrowed suddenly. He stepped forward and asked in a low, questioning tone, "You investigated me?"
Ruan, completely bewildered: ? ? ?
What did I investigate about you?
Jin Fei sneered, finally seeing through this woman's feigned indifference. She openly rejected his advances multiple times, but secretly investigated him.
With his chin slightly raised and his tone carrying an air of arrogance, he said, "No need to investigate. The Comrade Wen you mentioned is a friend I met by chance during a flood relief effort."
I have no relationship with her, and she's definitely not my girlfriend.
If you want to know anything, you can ask me. Investigating privately is not only overstepping your authority, but also disrespectful to me.
With your behavior, even if we were to force ourselves to stay together in the future, we are destined not to last because my parents and elders will not like us.
With each word Jin Fei spoke, Ruan Xianxian's pupils widened, and she loosened her grip, causing the white fox to leap from her arms...
The white fox, having left the camp, immediately grabbed the second regimental commander's trouser leg and forcefully pulled him towards the camp. The commander didn't understand, but someone nearby reminded him.
"He wants to take you somewhere, just go with him."
The white fox released its mouth and nodded its head vigorously.
So, the bewildered second commander followed the white fox to Ruan Xianxian's tent, where he heard a series of ghostly wails coming from inside.
"Comrade Ruan, this is your last warning. You can't take advantage of my liking to do whatever you want to me..."
Don't hit my face, you've gone too far! My arm, ah…
Is this... a special game between young lovers? He looked down at the white fox gesturing for him to enter. "Shall I come in now? Is it alright?"
The white fox completely ignored him and darted into the tent.
The second regimental commander, with a conflicted expression and excited eyes, eagerly lifted the curtain, but his smile froze the next second.
Inside the small tent, a desk stood in the center, and a platoon leader wearing the insignia of the Second Division was slumped on it, one arm twisted at an irregular angle...
The female leader who rode in on a giant tortoise raised her chair high, about to smash it down on his platoon leader's head...
The regimental commander shouted urgently, "Save him under the bench..."
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