The Resentful Me and My Stealing System

Shi Jiu waved his hand modestly: "Where is it, I don't know how to drink."

"Two cups in the evening?" Zhang Haitao took Shi Jiu's shoulders and greeted Luo Gaolin, "Xiao Luo, come together tonight! Brother Shi Jiu was so busy when he first came to Jinxiang City, and we didn't even open a banquet for him ...This will definitely have to be made up in the future, but the three of us have a drink first tonight."

Shi Jiu's face twitched, he still had to accompany Xiao Yusheng at night, who cares about going out to drink with these stinky old men.

"This... I can't control my strength when I drink too much." Shi Jiu politely evaded, "When I get drunk and lose control, I catch someone and hug someone. Something went wrong!"

Zhang Haitao didn't take it seriously: "What's the matter, just drinking is not an arm wrestling, what happened to you?"

Shi Jiu shook his head solemnly: "I drank too much and hugged people, and I couldn't control my strength well..."

Zhang Haitao suddenly realized: "Did you get a broken bone? It's okay! They are all martial arts practitioners, their bones..."

Shi Jiu sighed deeply: "No, his testicle was contused."

Chapter 60 Chapter 58

Zhang Haitao finally gave up on going out to drink with Shi Jiu, not because he was afraid that what happened to that man would happen to him, on the one hand, it was not good to talk about it during working hours; What happened to my dear brother happened to me. On the other hand, Demon Slayer is really busy these days. It is definitely not because he is afraid that what happened to my dear brother will happen to me.

Although Zhang Haitao felt that Shi Jiu was joking, what if?

And the most important thing is that he doesn't know whether Shi Jiu is talking about bruises or scratches...

Watching the three demon slayers leave, the arithmetic trio sighed sincerely.

"It's high-spirited and bright."

"That's right, high-spirited and bright."

"Big heart."

"Yes, you have a big heart."

"We used to say that people falsely claimed credit, but now that we think about it, it's really embarrassing."

"Yeah, what a shame."

"We thought that people might make things difficult for us, and treat the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

"Yes, little man."

"We must give a good explanation to the brothers and sisters when we go back."

"Yes, let's talk about it."

"By the way, we will go out of the city to suppress demons in three days, right? How are we divided into groups?"

"I don't know, it would be great if I could be in a group with Senior Sister Xiao."

"You have a good idea. Senior Sister Xiao must be in command. How can you divide into groups?"

"The commander in command is going to speak, right?"

"...Sister Xiao is the representative of Tianmen Mountain, she can just sit there."

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Two days passed, and Shi Jiu came to Yuelai Inn again—only this time he came to find Fangzheng.

This time, Fangzheng's energy was apparently restored, and he was sitting by the window reading a book.

"How is your health?" Shi Jiu didn't immediately ask about Yue Nu, but instead cared about Fang Zheng's health.

After all, the first time Fangzheng went there, he called seven girls, and his body was so weak that it was visible to the naked eye.Although I don't know if Fangzheng went to see Kong Langzhong again in the past two days, but that big loss cannot be made up in a day or two.

"It's okay." Fangzheng smiled slightly, still flipping through the book in his hand, "Are you here to ask about Yue Nu?"

Shi Jiu felt that something was wrong with Fangzheng, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.At this moment, Fangzheng's whole body was filled with wisdom and peace, and the impetuousness of young people faded away. His pupils were as deep as the night sky, like a wise man who lived in seclusion in the mountains.

Shi Jiu sized up Fangzheng a few times, then sat down on the table, "How many did you call?"

"No, I just had a heart-to-heart chat with the girls." Fangzheng sighed quietly, and looked up out of the window, "I've been feeling a lot these few days."

Seeing Fangzheng's obvious sage status, Shi Jiu suddenly realized.

Fangzheng's voice was gentle and calm: "Brother Shi, what do you think is suffering among the people?"

Shi Jiu remained silent, waiting for Fangzheng to answer himself.

Sure enough, Fangzheng picked up his own words in the next second: "Farm income, national defense, and corvee, Confucian scholars often care about these three, and most of the papers they put up revolve around these three. I used to think so too After all, food, safety, and water conservancy are the foundation of a country, and Xiaoxiang Academy's book examinations often use these three as the subject."

"But two days...I suddenly discovered another thing."

"When literati and refined scholars were catching the moon and picking flowers in brothels, who greeted them with a smile? So many poor students went to Beijing to rush for the exam, how many of them were sponsored by brothel women? When it’s time, give them appreciation and analysis of poems and test questions.”

"But in the end, these literati and scholars say they are ruthless bitches."

Shi Jiu kept nodding his head, indicating that he was listening.

"Confucian scholars always say that romance is an elegant thing, but they don't know the real suffering of the people." Fangzheng smiled wryly, "Brother Shi, do you know where those brothel girls are from?"

Shi Jiu's answer was without hesitation: "It's nothing more than being born lowly, or being sold into a brothel."

Fangzheng nodded, and looked into the distance: "Then do you know why they were born lowly, and why they were sold into brothels?"

"People with low status are either implicated by family crimes, or family members of prisoners of war who have been beaten into low status." Shi Jiu recalled the history he had learned in his previous life, "Simply put, it's not because they are cheap, but because they are got involved or...wasn't born in a good place."

"Things can't be looked at completely like this." Fangzheng objected, "If the family members of corrupt officials enjoy extravagant food and clothing, they will spend the first half of their lives on the fat of the people, and it would be fair to use their flesh and blood to pay for it in the second half of their lives."

Shi Jiu disdained: "Repay? To whom? Let me ask you, who are the people who are raided by corrupt officials?"

Fangzheng hesitated for a moment: "Common people."

Shi Jiu continued to ask: "Who is the person who went to play in the brothel?"

Fangzheng hesitated again: "It's... a son of a noble family, a high-ranking official."

Shi Jiu continued to ask: "So who did this body go to?"

Fangzheng was speechless.

"This is one, and there are two." Shi Jiu opened up the chatter box, and continued on his own, "Who are the people who were sold into brothels?"

Fangzheng's eyes changed, he stood up, put down the book, and walked a few steps in the room with his hands behind his back.

"Either the harvest was poor in a bad year and the land rent could not be paid, so we had to sell our sons and daughters; or the land was forcibly bought by the local gentry, and he had no other way out, so he sold himself into slavery; Sell ​​it yourself into a brothel."

Fangzheng let out a long sigh, looked past the window and cast his gaze into the distance: "That's what I want to say."

After a pause, Fangzheng suddenly came to his senses: "That's not right, didn't I ask you?"

"What's the difference." Shi Jiu laughed, "Communication, it's about exchanging information, you say something, I'll say it... it's fine if the result is good."

Fangzheng gave a wry smile, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Fangzheng, you don't actually think those brothel girls are pitiful, you're thinking about something else." Shi Jiu looked away from Fangzheng, "What you're thinking about... is unthinkable."

Fangzheng was silent for a moment, blinked and blinked: "Ah?"

Seeing that Fangzheng was still pretending to be foolish with himself, Shi Jiu simply said what was in his heart: "What you think is... is that the land is merged, so that the rich and powerful families will not fall; it is the government that is underprivileged, and there is no poor family; it is why we were born, Why die."

"What you're thinking is...why can they annex other people's land so smoothly, and why so many people are displaced and sold as slaves under the rule of law."

"Fangzheng, if you just pitied the brothel girls, you wouldn't tell me why they entered the brothel."

Fangzheng was speechless.

Shi Jiu wanted to pat Fangzheng on the shoulder, but found that he couldn't reach it, so he poured himself a glass of water: "No matter the horizon or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is all occupied. After harvesting a hundred flowers into honey, it will be sweet for whomever works hard."

"A good poem, with concise diction and profound meaning." As a scholar of Xiaoxiang Academy, Fang Zheng naturally understood the deep meaning of this poem, and couldn't help admiring, "Brother Shi has the ambition of the world, and he has the talent to speak well."

"I didn't write it." Shi Jiu got off the table and stretched himself, "I copied it."

Fangzheng asked in surprise, "Whose?"

Shi Jiu stretched his waist before continuing to answer: "I don't know, I forgot."

Fangzheng was stunned, and laughed out loud: "You don't even know who it is, how did you copy it?"

Shi Jiu shook his head and shook his head: "When I was in the capital, I saw a man standing by the river reciting a poem, and it was this one - I thought it was good after he finished reciting it, so I copied it."

"It's a pity..." Fangzheng couldn't bear the regret, and suddenly remembered another thing, "Is there a river in the capital?"

Shi Jiu was silent.

"You don't care if he has it or not, it's by the river anyway."

"Oh." Fangzheng complied honestly, and suddenly sighed again, "But you are right, this is an unthinkable thing."

This Daqian is the same as what Shi Jiu said, Wusha in Chaozhong are all wealthy families, and all the students from poor families are outside.And the squire's plundering of the land is not news, or I haven't seen any squire's land obtained for nothing.

Although Dagan has a special legal system to prevent forced buying and selling, why did things turn out like this?

"Let's talk about Yue Nu." Shi Jiu turned around and changed the subject, "Have you gained anything from talking with the girls all night long?"

"Actually, what I just said is the biggest gain." Fangzheng smiled wryly, and took out a few pieces of paper, "I wrote everything on it."

Founder's font is thin, horizontal and vertical, each character not only looks exactly the same, even the spacing is exactly the same.Rather than being written by a person, it is better to say that it is printed by a printer.

"The answers they gave seem to be similar." Shi Jiu quickly flipped through them, feeling a little disappointed inexplicably.

These testimonies point to the fact that Yuenu was in Xiangyue Pavilion at the time of the crime. If Luo Liuli was the person who pretended to be Tang Baicao that night, it would be a perfect alibi.

Everyone around Xiangyue Pavilion that night was her witness.

However, it is enough to collect the evidence here, and the rest needs to be started from other aspects, which are beyond Fang Zheng's help.

Fang Zheng watched Shi Jiu finish reading: "Brother Shi, are you satisfied with these evidences?"

"Thank you, brother." Shi Jiu patted Fangzheng on the shoulder, his eyes were full of determination, "Let's call it a day."

He thought that Fang Zheng would once again solemnly say that he could still contribute to the peace of Jinxiang City, but he did not expect that Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, took out a neat stack of bank notes from his arms, and put them on the table.

"Brother Shi, this is the remaining money, a total of 920 taels of silver. It has indeed been used in the past four days, and I have spent as little money as possible for you."

The world is nothing but money and sex, Fang Zheng can let it go so easily, it seems that the past two days are indeed overworked.

"The beauty in the world is nothing more than a pink skull." Fang Zheng said solemnly, "Confucian scholars use literature to cultivate their minds and practice literature. I have learned a lot these two days, and I need to meditate for a while."

Shi Jiu silently watched the peaceful and upright spirit gushing out from Fangzheng's body. When converted into a sage, at least half a year can be said to be a sage.

"Thank you very much." Shi Jiu patted Fangzheng on the shoulder without touching the banknote, "You keep this money to make up for yourself."

"This is not my money, there is no reason to keep it." Fangzheng didn't even look at it, "You should take this money back."

Seeing that the situation was about to slip to the scene of paying the bill first, Shi Jiu immediately took away the bank note to prevent this from happening: "In that case, I'll take it back."

Fangzheng's expression didn't change, but he seemed relieved: "Brother Shi, to be honest, with so much money these days, I'm not at ease, I'm afraid I'll lose it."