I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

"No, don't shout, we're not robbing, we're not robbing..." Ji Xiaobei pressed down hard with both hands, trying to calm the man's emotions.

The man's eyes were wide open, and he was holding the stick and chopping towards himself with a look of desperateness. It was so scary!

Ji Xiaobei searched quickly in his mind, what kind of person was this pretty boy?

The English Channel, no!

Strait of Magellan, no!

The Great Canyon of East Africa, Valley, is not right either!

"Strait of Malacca!" Ji Xiaobei shouted.

The man's stick stopped in mid-air, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Ji Xiaobei.

He finally saw the woman clearly and recognized her.

This woman had a very distinctive look, but this alone might not be enough to make him remember Ji Xiaobei. The main thing was that she pulled down her brother's pants in the street, which was too unforgettable.

After such a long time, this woman actually came back to settle the score. He clenched the stick in his hand again.

"Malacca, don't be nervous, I'm not a robber, I just want to ask you something!" Ji Xiaobei got down from the door panel and stood aside. A ray of dazzling sunlight shone in from outside the door.

Judging from the tone of the woman's voice, she doesn't seem to be trying to be forceful.

If she uses force, not only him alone, even her boss may not be able to beat her.

Malacca slowly put the stick down.

"You, what's the matter? How dare you break into the house?" Malacca asked.

Ji Xiaobei smiled and said, "Your door is indeed a little broken and not very strong. I want to ask about the gold hairpin I bought a few days ago."

Ji Xiaobei asked him where the golden hairpin came from?

Malacca shook his head and said, "With so many people pawning things every day, who can remember to ask for it? But that hairpin must be pawned."

Every transaction in and out of their shop was recorded, and before Ji Xiaobei asked, he took the initiative to check it for her.

Ji Xiaobei walked around the bedding roll on the ground and followed him to the counter.

A year ago, a woman came to pawn her belongings for 200 coins.

This hairpin is finely crafted, with intricate carved patterns and a line of small words engraved on it. It is a good thing.

But it is just a hairpin after all, and cannot be sold at a high price. Women who wear hairpins are all from small families and are particular about economy and practicality.

It was sold for 200 wen, which was a sky-high price if it was sold for 1 tael of silver.

It stayed on the counter for a long time but wasn't sold because people thought it was too expensive.

Ji Xiaobei: Damn, I kept it in your shop for a year, and you sold it for only 1 tael of silver. Running a pawnshop must be really profitable.

"Okay, it's okay, thank you!" Ji Xiaobei felt that he could not find out anything. Their pawnshop was not the household registration office, so how could they know where the woman was from.

"Are you here just for this?" Malacca looked at Ji Xiaobei in confusion.

"It's so late, and you haven't gotten up yet. Does your boss allow you to be so lazy?" Ji Xiaobei asked after taking a look at the bedding.

Malacca blushed and said, "That's not the case. My boss's brother-in-law lives in the house behind me. I have nowhere else to live, so I have to live here!"

The boss let his brother-in-law be the shopkeeper, I, I will leave here today!"

Ji Xiaobei couldn't help but ask: "You were fired after only being the shopkeeper for a few days?"

"He's not the shopkeeper, but the acting shopkeeper!" Malacca said in a low voice.

"What should we do? Let me help you get up." Ji Xiaobei touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

The last time I met him was on his first day in office, and this time he was dismissed. The world is changing too fast.

There were footsteps in the backyard: "What's going on? Is there a robbery?"

Malacca's face showed panic and he bent down to hold the door panel.

Before she touched the door, Ji Xiaobei lifted her up with one hand and leaned her against the door frame.

A man who looked like a boss ran out with his trousers held up.

"Boss, the door panel of your house is so fragile. It fell down after two knocks. It really needs to be repaired..." Ji Xiaobei stuffed the door panel into the groove of the door frame.

The other one was also stuffed in, and the door panel was barely holding up with a shaky grip.

The boss was so frightened that he was stunned. The door was not very strong and usually it took him and his wife working together to open it.

It seems that this is a woman. How come she is stronger than a man?

"Female warrior, no need for you, I can do it myself..." The boss came over and supported the crumbling door panel.

Ji Xiaobei told the boss about the golden hairpin again. The boss thought for a while and said, "I just remember that the person who came to sell things was a woman, and she never came again."

He bowed apologetically and looked at Ji Xiaobei with lingering fear.

"Okay! It's okay, let's go!" Ji Xiaobei felt that asking further would be a waste of time.

Since this hairpin was not stolen from the pawnshop, there should be no problem.

"Goodbye, female warrior!" The Dong family breathed a sigh of relief and finally sent the giant Buddha away.

Ji Xiaobei suddenly turned around, scaring his boss so much that he shuddered.

"Who is the female warrior? Is there anyone who calls someone that? By the way, I was the one who knocked down the door. It has nothing to do with Malacca."

After Ji Xiaobei finished speaking, he walked out of the door, untied Ji Decai's rope, and just as he was about to leave, he saw Malacca coming out carrying a bedding roll.

She felt bad for scaring Da Haixia so early in the morning, so she said casually, "Where are you going? I'll take you back!"

Malacca didn't hesitate to put the bedding roll on the donkey cart, and then he got on and sat at the back of the cart.

Ji Decai only felt his body being pulled backwards, and he cried out in dissatisfaction, "ah...uh, ah...uh."

"Sit forward... Decai is about to be strangled!"

Malacca moved forward and looked around in surprise. There was no one there. Who was Decai?

"Where are we going?" Ji Xiaobei asked.

Unexpectedly, Malacca sniffed and said in tears: "Just drop me off on the county street!

"Not going home?" Ji Xiaobei asked. She remembered that Shitou's pants were torn and Malacca asked his mother to mend them.

"No! My mother doesn't know I was fired yet. She asked someone to find me this job. I need to find another job."

Malacca lowered her head and said with a blushing face.

Alas! He always fails to do well. His mother worked hard to raise him and support his studies, but he failed to pass the imperial examination. As he grows older and his mother is also old, he can only find a job to support himself.

He had found several jobs in a row, but failed in any of them, and he was too embarrassed to go home.

Ji Xiaobei asked: "How many years of education have you received?"

"I started studying when I was seven years old. I took the exam for several years, but I didn't pass the exam. So I stopped studying!"

After studying for so many years, I can't even be a good pawnshop owner, no, I can't even be a deputy pawnshop owner! Oh, it's really frustrating.

"Have you learned it?" Ji Xiaobei asked.

"Will do!"

"Do you have any articles or documents you wrote?"

Malacca blushed again and whispered, "What do you want? My mother said that I can't write articles anymore and I have to make money."

"I'm asking you if you have it?" Ji Xiaobei raised his voice.

"Have!"

Malacca was afraid that Ji Xiaobei would throw him off the donkey cart, so he hurriedly took out a crumpled yellow paper from the torn bundle.

Ji Xiaobei held it in his hand and looked at it for a while. It was well written. The handwriting was just like the person, clean and beautiful. How come he couldn't pass the examination to become a scholar?

Alas! Some people who practice calligraphy cannot get into university.

I didn't understand! Her education level didn't allow her to understand the content, but she couldn't help but praise it: "It's well written!"

Malacca showed a surprised look and asked: "Can you read?"