Zhuang Rou handed over the smashed pig's head and pig's head meat to the kitchen, and asked the chef to add a dish for everyone.

The chef looked at the pig's head, which was smashed and full of broken bones, and it was hard to wash it out, and he only felt that the head was big, how to eat it!

And Zhuang Rou threw down the pig's head and left, regardless of whether it was for the prisoner or for the miscellaneous servants, she went to Chen Mufeng for a turn first, only to find that so many scribes' daughters came out of nowhere, and the courtyard was crowded.

The girls all rolled up their sleeves, wanting to serve his daily life, pushing and shoving in the yard just to squeeze each other out.

"That's an exaggeration, isn't it?" Zhuang Rou couldn't squeeze in at all when she stood at the door, and could only see Diao Yi and Wu Renyao standing at the door from a distance, picking concubines and accepting other people's silver, and then letting a girl with tonic soup go in.

The others who had also given the money made a fuss, and they cried out, "Who dares to make a noise!" Young Master Chen was recuperating inside, so don't come back if he is disturbed! ”

"Everyone has a chance, come one by one, don't rob it. Even if it's tonic soup, Young Master Chen has to drink it in one sip, and he can't drink it all when he squeezes it all up! Wu Renyao scolded unceremoniously, for the sake of his ugliness and Young Master Chen's illness, everyone gave a face, and gradually quieted down.

But no one would leave, and they stayed in the courtyard with all their eyes on it. Counting on Chen Mufeng to eat more Dora, he will drink soup again in a while.

As soon as Zhuang Rou saw this posture, she slipped away along the root of the wall, she didn't dare to go in, otherwise a group of women who wanted to be her maid ring and took the opportunity to approach Chen Mufeng would be in trouble.

The attraction of this Shangshu Mansion is really great, so many people want to go to a little young master to make a room for a concubine, if you are a wife, you will have to fight until you break your head.

She could only call Niu Dayong, take a few handymen and go out to run errands.

The most people read Qingyayuan, but there were too few poor scholars there, so Zhuang Rou didn't go there, but went to Huanghua Lane. There are several bookstores, and there are many poor scholars who set up stalls at the door to write and read letters on behalf of others.

When I came to Huanghua Lane, I saw a lot of street vendors, with a lot of patterns, taking names to write letters, helping to read documents or writing deeds. There are also people who concentrate on selling only paintings and couplets, unlike other people who enthusiastically greet a few sentences, they just bury their heads in writing their own, whether you like to buy it or not.

The cheongsam is washed white and old, and it can be seen that everyone's life is not good, that is, they barely maintain the style of a scholar.

Zhuang Rou led people to find those scholars who looked at the affinity point and asked, "Excuse me, seven months ago, that is, after the end of autumn until now, has anyone you known has not appeared?" ”

"Nope." The stall owner was obviously very polite to the aunt who named her grandson just now, but when he saw Zhuang Rou and his party, he immediately straightened his face.

This made Zhuang Rou a little inexplicable, she didn't understand what she was doing, wasn't she very polite?

She changed stalls again, and before she could speak, the stall owner said with disgust: "I don't know anything, please go somewhere else." ”

Zhuang Rou looked up thoughtfully and looked around. The scholars who set up stalls on the street turned a blind eye to her, and the whole street exuded an atmosphere of unwelcome to her.

"Oh......" I can't see it anymore, all the scholars here hate her, that's stupid. Zhuang Rou looked at these scholars, and she didn't have to guess to know that they thought they were women but became officials, and they were not good officials.

"The sages have read it in vain, I wrote it down today, and you guys must not come to me in the future." She snorted, didn't even bother to smash their stall, threw down the cruel words and took the people away.

After she left, a scholar who was concentrating on painting stopped writing and looked up and said: "It's just insulting, we have been studying hard for so many years, but we let these villains show off their might." ”

"Yes, why should a woman be an official, this is simply a shame on us!" The other readers echoed it very much, which was even more unacceptable to them than the donation.

The donor can be regarded as having some money in the family, and he can take it out to help. It's also that they don't have money, and if they do, it's nothing to donate one.

And when women are officials, they have no relationship with half of them.

Niu Dayong followed behind Zhuang Rou, and seeing that she was not very happy, he followed and asked, "Sister Zhuang, let's go and smash the stalls of those poor scholars to dissipate your anger." ”

Zhuang Rou glanced at him, "No, they have to work there for a lifetime, and smashing it won't cut off their jobs." Adults want to be the food and clothing parents of the people, how can they watch these people starve to death, and let them rely on that to get through the old age. ”

"My sister scolded her so well, they won't be able to show off their talents for the rest of their lives, and even if they are admitted, they won't be able to go to high school." Niu Dayong patted the horse's ass and said, he finally learned a few words from Ma Dezheng, and he wanted to use it when he had the opportunity.

However, if the scholar can't ask here, where else can he find it, he asked curiously: "Sister Zhuang, where are we going now?" ”

Zhuang Rou scratched his head and pointed to a pawnshop in front of him and said, "Pawnshop, the guy who is so poor that he eats chaff must be a thing." There will be no good things, there must be things that he wants to redeem. ”

When she was a child, she saw the kind of children who were about to starve to death, but they were still holding an inkstone and were reluctant to sell it, and they kept chattering and crazy scholars.

In the end, his wife broke two fingers and snatched them down to work in the pawnshop, barely surviving the famine at that time.

However, when the inkstone was snatched away, the scholar was so angry that he vomited blood and died.

"Is it something like jade?" Niu Dayong can think of the most elegant and worthy of a scholar, and that is jade.

Zhuang Rou shook her head, and said as she stepped into the pawnshop: "Paintings, books, and the four treasures of the study. If it was a lone book, he should starve to death and not make a move, and those who really wanted to sell it would not sell it when they ate the chaff. ”

Niu Dayong listened to what she said, and only felt that Sister Zhuang was worthy of her brother being a person from the country, and even she knew so many things.

A check in the pawnshop, things exceeded Zhuang Rou's expectations, just this pawnshop, there are as many as 100 pieces of the four treasures of the study that have not been redeemed for more than seven months.

The shopkeeper's tone was full of sarcasm, saying that they were always hesitant to hold things and were reluctant to do so, and they also said that they would not die, but in the end, even Yicheng did not come to redeem them.

With so many scholars beware, there is no way to find out whether the deceased has ever been a thing. Maybe there was nothing of value left at home at that time except for a torn quilt.

Zhuang Rou stood at the door of the pawnshop, feeling that the case was indeed too tricky, so she simply threw it back to Chen Mufeng and asked him to drag the injured women all over the yard to solve the case.

Suddenly, she saw two people named Hanako on the side of the road, squatting on the side of the road begging, and suddenly had an idea.

"There are people asking for food all over the city, just give them some money and let them check people. Just look for Qin Qiu last time, and he can be regarded as an acquaintance. Zhuang Rou clapped her hands and decided so.