Ink Burns

Chapter 20: Crimson Green Phoenix

His young master was kicked and fell on his back, but he did not dare to lose his composure. He immediately turned over and knelt, and did not dare to beg for mercy or even cry.

After the nobleman finally calmed down after kicking, Cheng Xinghe held back the sweet taste in his throat and kowtowed vigorously: "Congratulations to the nobleman on his great victory! The nobles are all heroes! Only with godly planning and bravery can we turn danger into safety and finally wipe out the rebellious lowly people in one fell swoop!"

This is what you, my dear friend, would like to hear.

Cheng Xinghe added, "Once this is over, I will buy this mountain right away! Invite a Taoist priest to erect a monument and draw a talisman to ward off the evil beast! I will directly imprison the souls of those untouchables, extract their essence and spirit to light life lamps! I will squeeze them dry to support the nobles for generations to come! I will also fence off the land, use the flesh and blood of those untouchables to fertilize and breed, and plant beautiful wisteria flowers all over it, and offer them to you year after year! You can come and enjoy them anytime and anywhere!"

The girl with the teardrop mole has her hair adorned with a string of wisteria flowers made of large purple gemstones, which interweave with the teardrop mole at the corner of her eyes and the slowly rising sun behind her, shining a seductive and provocative glow.

Cheng Xinghe quickly lowered his head.

The tear-mole girl wiped her face clean, sat on the armchair, stretched her feet, and lifted Cheng Xing's chin expressionlessly: "You dirty dog are quite sensible - I'll spare your life, go away."

Cheng Xinghe used his hands and feet to retreat.

When the nobles had finished cleaning up, someone suddenly became happy again, laughing and shouting, "It's fun! It's fun!"

“It’s really exciting!”

"Stimulate!"

"Did you see No. 15's face? When she was asked to kill her mother and her sister, she had that look on her face. What's it called? - Burn the boats. Haha, haha, so funny!" The girl with teardrop mole laughed loudly.

The extremely handsome Yulang had been silent the whole time, but suddenly he said, "Number 15? She has a beautiful face."

The teardrop-shaped girl's face darkened instantly: "Really? Then I should peel off her face first, then chop off her legs and feed them to the dogs. Will it look good if she has a bloody face?!"

Yu Lang's lips curled up diagonally, and he did not follow the words of the tear-mole girl. Instead, he saw a sense of disappointment in her handsome and upright eyebrows: "What a pity, such a beautiful face has turned into charcoal."

It's official language, but it's not human language.

A noble person's face is like the weather in June. No, no, no, a noble person's face is like a knife hanging around your neck.

When you are happy, the blade is far away from you. You can even act like a bully and you don’t know whether others are afraid of you or the knife next to you.

But if I get angry, the blade will point downwards, the cold light will be intimidating, and I will chop off your head at any time.

Fortunately, the Cheng family met the former.

The next year, their eldest son rode the planted wisteria flowers at top speed, killing more than a dozen horses, and finally delivered them to the capital before the wisteria flowers bloomed. A month later, the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent a letter to the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture, opening up the channels for more than ten authentic medicinal materials such as sorghum, mint, and Panax notoginseng from the Imperial Hospital to Songjiang Prefecture. The old prefect immediately transferred them to the Cheng family, and along the way, he got in touch with the magistrate of Yingtian Prefecture and asked for the daughter of the magistrate of Yingtian Prefecture to marry his eldest son. They have been married for six years now, and although they have no children, they are still deeply in love.

A year later, the Cheng family started to raise a girl.

The old governor would post messages from time to time, or ask for things, such as old dark wood, snow-white deer, golden carp, etc.

Or they want girls. Sometimes they have specific requirements, such as beautiful eyes that can speak, long and soft hands, and girls who are in their early thirties and have given birth to babies.
Sometimes the requirements are strange, just be able to play mahjong, have at least two younger brothers at home
When the Cheng family received the invitation, they looked everywhere for it. If they couldn't find any, the old magistrate would take the invitation back and give it to another family. It was okay to find things, as you could buy anything if you paid a lot of money. But finding a girl depended on luck, as you couldn't always find the right one in the pawnbrokers or in the villages.

They also tried to kidnap good girls, but the ones they kidnapped were all fierce, and six or seven out of ten would seek death.

Not worth it.

By the third year, the old prefect had assigned more and more posts with higher and higher requirements.

The Cheng family suddenly realized that their family was not the only one in the whole of Jiangnan doing this kind of thing.

There is not only one Cheng family, and naturally there is not only one old prefect.

After thinking about it this way, I decided that instead of going out of my way to look for them, it would be better to keep a few at home so that I can respond immediately when there is a post, to prevent others from getting the upper hand.

The first one to come was this uncle's daughter Cui Niang. She had lost her parents and came when she was eight or nine years old. She was always quiet and peaceful, and never caused trouble. Who would have thought that this girl could be so fierce?
My uncle's daughter is truly related to the Cheng family. Although they are far apart, she also has the surname Duan.

Later, many more people came one after another. Some were relatives, some were nothing but had an identity made up by the Cheng family, and some were maids who came from all over to buy goods. The girls were of different ages. Some stayed in the Cheng family for two or three years, and some were sent away after just a few months. Only the best ones were kept in the Cheng family's inner house, while the ordinary ones were kept on the farms outside.

The servants of the Cheng family were also replaced every three years. Only the particularly smart ones would be chosen from local families. Generally speaking, maids were purchased from far away and used for three years. Those who served in other courtyards and knew nothing about things would be sold according to the rules.

There were very few people serving in the inner courtyard. Only a smart one could let her know the secret of raising a girl. The others were either too stupid to be killed or were sold far away when their contracts expired, and no one knew what their fate would be.

Now, the maids and old women who have been in the Cheng family since the beginning, except for her, are another first-class maid and the mistress's wet nurse.

My wife said that all of them will have a happy ending.

She even survived the fire. If you survive a disaster, there will be good fortune in the future.

Astragalus was thinking about the world.

"Astragalus - Astragalus -"

In Zhimu Hall, Duan's voice brought Huangqi back to his senses.

Huangqi lowered his head and said, "Madam."

"I thought about it and decided not to burn Cui Niang's body first. Instead, I'll freeze it and hide it in ice. Wait for two days until the storm has died down, then find a good day for the ghost to bury her intact. In case there's a proposal for a ghost marriage, Cui Niang can take over immediately, right?" Duan said, holding up her handkerchief.

Remembering something, Duan pulled out a stack of notes from the drawer. Among the five or six green-green notes, there was one that stood out in crimson.

Duan read it again carefully, thought it over calmly, and said, "Go and investigate He Shanyue's background thoroughly, and don't let Zhou Liniang's incident happen again."

Huangqi responded, "Yes."

Duan sighed, turned the crimson post over and closed it, revealing a butterfly spreading its wings, ready to fly.

This butterfly, named "Qingfeng", is unique to the south of the Yangtze River.

(End of this chapter)