The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

In less than a day, the eldest daughter of the Zhao family who had gone to "convert" came back.

Zhao Mianmian returned to Changyang Street today in the same way she left the East City Gate yesterday.

However, as soon as she arrived, someone came to the Zhao family with great fanfare to support her.

Yes, support.

The key point is that the person who supports this is a prominent figure, he is the official of Xuchuan County, Zhou Zhixiang.

Knowing that Miss Zhao had returned to the Zhao family's old house at dawn and had also called Lord Zhou, the neighbors who had watched several shows yesterday all quickly got up from their beds and gathered at the Zhao family's door without any prior arrangement.

In the front hall of the Zhao family, Zhao Mianmian sat on the armchair, drinking milk and eating cake, watching Lord Zhou using the coffee table beside him as a court table, clapping his hands and making loud noises.

"Zhao Sheng, I think you and your wife are really bold. It's fine that you took advantage of your power to seize other people's property, but you actually colluded with the Zhao family's servants, tricked Miss Zhao out of the city in the name of filial piety, and took the opportunity to murder her. Do you still have any sense of propriety, shame, or justice in your eyes?!"

As soon as Lord Zhou said this, the huge front hall of the Zhao family suddenly became silent, and not even the slightest breathing sound could be heard.

The only things left were the white banners hanging inside and outside the house that had not yet been taken down, rustling in the cold wind.

[Hey, the anchor is still alive? What's going on right now? I just took a nap and you're already taking advantage of me? ? ]

A light green barrage floated before his eyes. Zhao Mianmian rolled his eyes in his heart, pretending not to see it. He picked up the milk bottle and drank it all up.

The audience in the live broadcast room followed Zhao Mianmian's movements and first saw the dark bottom of the pot, then saw Zhao Sheng and his wife kneeling in the middle of the front hall, and finally their sights fell on Zhou Zhixiang, who was wearing official uniform and banging the gavel not far away.

A fan recognized Zhou Zhihuan's official uniform and analyzed it in Zhao Mianmian's live broadcast room:

[Dark blue official uniform with flower and bird patterns. Wow, this person is an eighth-rank official.]

[The official title is not very high. According to the era in which the host lived, at most he was a county magistrate or something like that.]

[But this guy looks like he's almost 40 or 50! He's only an eighth-rank official at the age of 40 or 50. Tsk tsk, he's probably just a jokester. Anchor, are you sure you're holding onto a big shot, not a lackey? ]

[Hahaha, don't go too far. The anchor finally returned to her home. Please give her some hope.]

[Hope cannot be eaten. This feudal society is all about male superiority and female inferiority. The anchor has traveled through time and space to become a little girl who can’t lift anything with her hands or shoulders. She must face reality and save her life. ]

[Hey, hey, hey, you guys are off topic, why is no one analyzing the purpose of this guy suddenly coming to support the anchor? ]

[What is there to analyze? A minor official of the eighth rank, who was about to be dismissed, could not live a peaceful life, but came out to "seek justice" for a three-year-old kid. There are only two reasons.]

[Which two? ]

[First, the anchor really had someone close to him. That person was very powerful and had a high rank. Since the person had spoken, this eighth-rank official had no choice but to refuse.]

【What about the second one? 】

[Secondly, it can only be that this Zhou guy is also eyeing the anchor's family property, and wants to sit back and reap the benefits, and take advantage of the opportunity to help the anchor to secretly move all of the Zhao family's property into his own pocket - that is, what is commonly known as... robbing - eating - robbing!!]

When Zhao Mianmian, who was just biting a piece of osmanthus cake, saw these three words, she was stunned. She quickly sat up straight and stared at Zhou Zhixiang beside her with a vigilant look.

Zhou Zhixiang felt very nervous when Zhao Mianmian stared at him, and cold sweat broke out all over his body. He didn't know what he had done wrong or how he had offended this little ancestor.

In fact, before today, Zhou Zhixiang didn’t know Zhao Mianmian, and he even felt that Xie Chen looked unfamiliar.

But it did not prevent him from recognizing the token that Xie Chen wore around his waist.

The token was completely black, with the word "Xuan" engraved in silver seal script. It looked ordinary and no different from any other token.

But Zhou Zhixiang knew that this token was not simple. It represented not only a well-trained Bingmasi guard, but also the terrifying power in the capital.

Zhou Zhixiang didn't dare to inquire about Xie Chen's identity. He was afraid that knowing too much would bring him death. He didn't even have time to eat breakfast. He dragged the yamen's legal advisors and bailiffs and headed straight for Changyang Street.

Since you are here to support me, it doesn’t matter what others say.

Zhou Zhixiang gave a wink to the yamen runners holding the killing sticks, and the two men pressed Zhao Sheng and Zhao Qianshi on the left and right, pressing them down on the floor tiles of the front hall.

"Sir, this is unjust. I was just helping Sanlang take care of his ancestor's funeral because we are of the same bloodline. How come I became a villain who usurped Zhao's family property and murdered the eldest daughter?!"

"Besides, everyone saw Sister Mian smash the magic weapon in the funeral hall. I just believed the Taoist's nonsense and sent her to Sunset Temple. I definitely didn't intend to kill her for money!!!"

"Please judge wisely and don't wrongly accuse the innocent!!"

At this time, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Qian were kneeling on the blue brick floor in the middle of the front hall. They were frightened by the momentum of the two yamen runners and could not help but tremble all over.

But the fat has already entered your mouth, so there is no reason to spit it out casually.

Zhao Sheng was confident that he had done everything perfectly and had not left any evidence, so he still tried his best to defend himself even in front of Xu Chuan, the county magistrate.

But since Xie Chen had asked Zhou Zhixiang to come forward, he would definitely handle the details properly.

Before Zhao Sheng could make another explanation, someone grabbed a disheveled boatman and came up to confront him.

The boatman had his trouser legs rolled up, his clothes were tattered, and he reeked of fish, but his face looked somewhat familiar.

Anyway, Zhao Mianmian didn't recognize it at first.

The crowd that came to watch the show cried out in surprise, revealing the identity of the "boatman" in one sentence. He turned out to be the fake Taoist priest who had taken private money and tricked Zhao Mianmian out of the city to save the ancestors! !

When Zhao Sheng saw that the "Taoist priest" who should have left Xuchuan early was caught and brought back, the blood instantly drained from his old face.

He clenched his fingers, gritted his teeth, then rolled his eyes and thought of a good excuse.

Unexpectedly, before he could even open his mouth, the confession written in black and white on a piece of paper with a big red handprint was thrown in front of him with a "pop".

The confession was from Ge Hai.

It turned out that Ge Hai confessed early when he saw that the situation was not right, leaving Zhao Sheng and his wife alone, jumping around like a pair of clowns in front of Zhou Zhixiang and the neighbors of Changyang.

"Sister Mian, Sister Mian, I, we, we are also considering the dignity of our ancestors!"

"Besides, it was Ge Hai who lied to us first, saying that the Zhao family had no one left and that as long as we sent you away, the Zhao family's assets would be gone."

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, if you want to blame someone, you should blame that traitor in your family, you can't... you can't put all the blame on me and your uncle!!"

"You, for the sake of our ancestors, please don't... Sister!! Sister Mian!!!"

Zhao Sheng and his wife cried and begged for mercy, and suddenly threw themselves in front of Zhao Mianmian.

How could Zhou Zhixiang dare to let the young ancestor of the Zhao family suffer any injustice? Before Zhao Qianshi could finish her words, he ordered his men to drag the two of them away.

After imprisoning Zhao Sheng and his wife, Zhou Zhixiang asked the government secretary to come forward and replace the land deeds and house deeds for Zhao Mianmian on the spot.

By the time Zhao Mianmian came to her senses and stood at the gate of the Zhao family, burping and watching Zhou Zhixiang leave, she had already become a veritable "little rich woman" within a hundred miles.

[Oh my god, host, your ancestors were really good to you. They left you three houses, five shops, and two farms. How much are they worth? ? ]

Zhao Mianmian had no idea how much these things were worth. She only knew that her good days of living a life of idleness and waiting for death were back, and she stood in the sun with a smile on her face.

[Tsk, even though this eighth-rank official is quite old, he is quite efficient at his job. He has already solved the case in less than a day.]

[What a jerk! You have to be a host, otherwise it's your turn to try. Do you believe that if you don't get your property back, you will be skinned alive? ]

[Ah? What does that mean? Is there some kind of shady relationship going on here? ]

[It's so funny, the anchor is just a three-year-old baby, how could he have the face to meet a "honest official"? Do you really think Zhou Zhixiang is a good official? ]

[That's right, you can't see this clearly? There must be someone behind the scenes putting pressure on Zhou Zhixiang, otherwise it would be so difficult for the anchor to deal with her weasel relative. ]

[The "someone" you're talking about...could it be the Xuanlin Guard from before? What was his name? Thank you, thank you for what? ]

[Is this the one who made the anchor cry yesterday? Xie Chen, his name is Xie Chen. ]

Zhao Mianmian was in a very good mood, but when she saw the barrage mention Xie Chen, her heart sank.

Her face turned serious, and a string of angry comments floated across the screen:

【? ? ? 】

[Who cried? Who was angry and cried? ? ]

[You are the one crying! Your whole family is crying out of anger!!]

Zhao Mianmian refused to admit yesterday's embarrassment and didn't wait for anyone to come and hug her. She ran into the room angrily with her short legs, pulled the bed curtain, ended the show, and went to sleep!