Chapter Thirty-Seven: It's Not Over
"Don't worry," Xia Xiaodong looked at the field, Xia Junpeng stretched his leg in place, snapped, and the master was hit with a stick on his leg, pursed his lips and smiled: "Now it should be the prefect who is in a hurry." β
"That goods, if you listen to two good sentences, you will float to the sky, and if you hold it twice, you can't fly. Let him go a few times, really think we can't make mud. Xia Bashan did not hesitate to ridicule the height of Governor Zhang: "Her daughter dares to trouble my daughter, why don't I go to her father?" β
It's quite a calf-protective.
"It's not like you're not bullying." Xia Xiaodong smiled and said, "It's really troublesome, it seems that our family is stingy." β
Xia Bashan finally turned his head and glanced at Xia Xiaodong carefully.
The moon-white short jacket and royal blue pleated skirt are new at first glance, and there is not even a maid behind him. The dark eyes looked back, with a hint of coldness.
Xia Bashan suddenly sighed: "You are the same as your mother, with a delicate heart." β
Xia Xiaodong lowered his eyes slightly, feeling a little empty.
Xia Bashan was silent for a long time, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and after a while, he suddenly asked again: "Zhang Wenmao is a good boy, are you happy?" β
It's straightforward.
Xia Xiaodong shook his head.
"No, I don't." Plus a clear opinion. Now is not the time to be shy.
"Okay, I got it." Xia Bashan stretched out his hand and touched his face, obviously not very good, and waved his hand to signal that Xia Xiaodong could go.
Xia Bashan did not go to the prefect's mansion to ask for sins or apologize, and as Xia Xiaodong said, there are too many people who know, and it is impossible to end here.
On the second day, Zhang Wenjuan did not come to the boudoir to study.
"I heard that she was punished, and she wants to copy the boudoir training." Qin Zhenzhen was the first to come over and report: "It is said that you have to copy it a hundred times before you can get out of the house." β
Yurong heard the taste of schadenfreude, and said with a smile: "There are more than 1,000 words in the boudoir training, and you can't copy it until Liqiu if you copy it a hundred times." Isn't that right? β
Qin Zhenzhen looked at another girl, it seemed that the news came from there.
Xia Xiaodong smiled: "Don't look at it, this must be just a rumor." If you really want to dispose of it, you will only dispose of it. If Zhang Wenjuan was really punished, wouldn't it be a drop in the handle, but it would be the meaning of the prefect's beating. β
Now the Zhang family can only bite to death, it is the maid who is talking nonsense.
"Yingsleeve was beaten with thirty boards, and he lost half his life, and he was carried out and sold overnight." Qin Zhenzhen's eyes lit up: "This news must be true!" Even my maid has heard of it. β
The news about Yingsleeve is indeed true, and soon more detailed accounts will come out, and it is even clear from which corner gate the person is sent out.
It seems that there are quite a few people who are concerned about this.
"Sister," Yurong looked a little sullen, and found a time to talk to Xia Xiaodong: "Are we going too far?" In fact...... Yingsleeve said a few harsh words, and he didn't do anything heinous. Beaten and sold, as if ...... It's miserable. β
"You hit her? Sold her? Xia Xiaodong asked.
"Of course it's not me, it's Uncle Zhang's family." Yurong pouted: "But if it weren't for us, Ying Sleeve wouldn't have been disposed of, right?" β
Xia Xiaodong didn't make a sound.
Yurong hung her head for a while, and hesitated: "Or, I'll inquire again and see which tooth woman you are looking for to sell her?" Go back and stuff some silver, help her find a good family, don't sell it...... Bad places to go. β
Xia Xiaodong raised his eyes and glanced at Yurong, a warm smile appeared on his face.
This sister doesn't have a bad heart.
"It's late." Xia Xiaodong said gently: "By the time you find a place, Yingsleeve has already been sent away." β
"Huh?" Yurong was a little surprised: "Will it be so fast?" I think if we want to buy someone, we have to look at it several times, and we have to try it for a few days before it can be settled, which is very troublesome. Yingsleeve was injured again, and no one would want to be injured until he was healed. β
"First of all, let me make it clear to you," Xia Xiaodong said, "What Yingsleeve said and did was voluntary. No one should be pushing her. β
"Being a maid also has the duty of a maid. You can work hard and only get monthly money, you can manage people and accounts, and you can also find ways to climb up, there are many ways. β
"Since Yingsleeve is willing to be a gunman for Zhang Wenjuan, she must have the consciousness of being a gunman!" Xia Xiaodong's voice became colder and colder the more he spoke, making Yurong a little uneasy.
Yurong understands that what her sister means is that since Yingsleeve is willing to take such a path, the current situation can only be said to be self-reliant, not to mention that it is the Zhang family who does it.
But...... After all, she was only a fourteen-year-old girl, and Yurong always felt a little awkward in her heart, as if she was an indirect accomplice.
"Who will be the personal maid for the girl, isn't this all designated by the housekeeper of the house?" Yurong asked while peeking at Xia Xiaodong.
Even if it is appointed, does it mean that Yingsleeve is not voluntary? Xia Xiaodong laughed in his heart: "There are few maids in our family, and you may not know these doorways." It takes a lot of effort to become a big girl next to the girl. Besides, the same maid has a lot of differences, and it doesn't necessarily have to be like this. β
I don't know? Could it be that you have been in the Taoist temple since you were a child? Yurong finally didn't ask this.
"Think about it again, why did I say that Yingsleeve has been sent away? Or was it 'sold' on the surface? Xia Xiaodong thought about it, but he still didn't want his sister to leave a knot, and felt that he should find out the matter with her.
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Yurong is not really stupid, she thought about it for a while, and then she woke up and said: "Yingsleeve was bought by the Zhang family?" β
"It may or may not be. Find someone to buy her, or send her directly to another place to raise, or even marry her directly, anyway, just let Ya Pozi say that she will sell it. Xia Xiaodong smiled and said: "I won't talk about the truth here, think about it yourself." β
What others say is not as profound as what they have comprehended.
Zhang Wenjuan is not a fool, and if Zhang Zhifu can achieve the position of prefect, he is not necessarily a fool. Playing and selling the sleeves, that is a gesture for the outside to see. Internally, but it can't chill people's hearts - when the gun makes a miserable end, who dares to come out and be a gun? Without a gun, the life of the prefect or the prefect will be better?
So, in fact, Yingsleeve may not be really good, the beating should be real, but it will definitely not be beaten very hard, let alone disabled, it can be real or fake if it is sold, even if it is true, the next family must not be bad.
Xia Xiaodong didn't have a psychological burden, but when he saw Yurong's appearance, he was a little worried. If your sister still thinks so, what about others?
Sure enough, it wasn't long before the news came out. Probably speaking, the girl of the Xia family is really a military attachΓ©, and she bullied others, and she bullied Zhang Wenjuan's personal maid, which made the little girl miserable.
Under normal circumstances, a sentence that is passed ten times is already outrageous, not to mention that someone has the intention to spread the news. Although Xia Xiaodong seized the commanding heights that day, it was reasonable that things came and went, and they became unrecognizable.
Wicked? Xia Xiaodong heard the rumors, but he smiled. The wicked have their own benefits, at least no one dares to mess with them, right?