Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

After returning home to hand over his salary, Ji's father happily accepted the arrangement.

He had been a scholar in his early years, and now served steadily in the army, being amiable to everyone. He had a small mustache, a sallow complexion, was of medium height, and was rather thin. He walked with a brisk, sharp gait, and had a military bearing.

He always smiled when he saw his family. After taking a bath, his good wife and daughter would each take a dry towel and wipe his hair dry from the top to the end. They would hold a steaming big red date steamed bun in their hands and eat it while the two of them were busy doing things for them.

"Shushu was so nice to Daddy today!"

Ji's father was content with having a daughter. A smile from his daughter could relieve the fatigue of a day's work.

With parents who have such a self-help strategy, Wangshu can only say one word: awesome! "Because Daddy received his salary today!"

Madam Ji let her half-dried hair loose and pushed her husband out into the courtyard to laze in the lingering heat of the setting sun and the breeze. Wangshu hurriedly dragged his mother to pick out a light blue, lapel-collared, narrow-sleeved Hu suit, and urged his somewhat dissatisfied father Ji to change into it quickly.

The hair was not completely dry yet, and Wangshu did not allow his father to wear a futou. Madam Ji loosely braided a few braids in front of the forehead and behind the ears, tied it into a high ponytail with a hairband, covered the hairband with a blue headband and tied a knot, and wore a bamboo embroidered purse that she herself embroidered around her waist.

"After my mother's skillful dressing, my father looks like a refined and elegant middle-aged civil servant!"

"Great! Not only did you portray Daddy as a minor civil servant, but he's also quite the romantic! Madam, two bowls of Aunt Liu's wontons will be enough for us later. Also, two servings of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, the pork buns with 70% lean pork and 30% fat pork, and the sizzling and fragrant lamb skewers roasted on charcoal fire. Oh, I still need to take you there..."

As he said this, he took his wife's hand and pretended to walk out. He stroked his neatly trimmed mustache and turned to glance at her, "Darling, daddy and mommy are going to have some fun now!"

Wangshu hurriedly caught up with him and took his father's other arm, "Daddy, take Shushu with you to have some fun!"

"You clever fellow!"

Yaocheng has a long history of intermingling of the Hu and Han ethnic groups, and its culture has become more inclusive and open. Whenever the army has a day off, the straight General Street in the middle of the north city becomes bustling with merchants from all over the city. If there are any extra handicrafts or agricultural products at home, they can sell them on the street, or they can find a spot by the side to hawk their wares. There are even temporary human trafficking markets, and all you have to do is negotiate and go through the official procedures the next day.

Yaocheng has strict laws and harsh punishments, but it protects women and children and encourages women to move north. If anyone abuses his wife or children, the government will determine the cause. If the offense is serious, if he is a military household, he will be beaten to death with sticks, and if he is a civilian, he will be required to perform long-term labor service. Bullying women and children is also a serious crime.

An unmarried woman like Wangshu who travels alone can shout on the street, "This is a hooligan. I don't know him. Please help me report him to the police!" If the situation is true, those who help report him to the police will be rewarded.

Many military households were widowed, and if they could marry and have children locally, the local officials would come to their homes and give them a reward of one or two taels of silver. Unmarried women of marriageable age, like Wangshu, were highly sought after in Yaocheng. Even Taotao, only twelve years old, had a courteous courtship.

It was dusk when the family went out. The daylight had not yet set, and the faint glow of the setting sun was spreading everywhere.

The brick and stone streets of Jiangjun Street stretch straight from west to east. Passersby come in twos and threes, some holding Huang on the left and Cang on the right, some stop to take a closer look, and some bargain. The doors of the shops on both sides are wide open, and the noodle shops, wine shops, butcher shops, etc. are bustling with people.

Along the way, Ji's father introduced the temporary stalls along the way to his wife and daughter. In addition to the authentic snacks he mentioned when he went out, there were also some cold noodles with strong flavors and spicy spices, hard-to-digest naan, and animal offal with a strange smell.

In addition, there are various hairbands and wooden hairpins for girls, sachets, various bracelets and earrings, and straw-woven crickets, dragonflies, and small windmills that children love to play with.

Father Ji also stopped at the knife stall, looked at a few small daggers, selected two and took her to a less crowded area to practice with them. "Come on, daughter, try stabbing daddy directly without pulling it out!

Ji's father was two meters away, encouraging his daughter to draw her knife and stab him. He didn't dare let her draw the knife because he was afraid that she would accidentally hurt herself.

Speechlessly asking the sky, Wangshu grabbed the small dagger, looked at the double-wrapped fishtail dress he was wearing, and then looked at the people around him. Yaocheng was a martial arts city, and many people had knives hanging from their waists.

Grit your teeth! If you don't have the ability, you'll make up for it with your momentum! "Yaocheng's top female assassin, Ji Wangshu, is here! You little thieves, prepare yourselves for death!"

He spoke the lines, acted out the role, held the dagger high in his right hand, pointed at the thief with his left hand, and moved over in small steps.

The good girl spoke with the tone of a hero from the green forest in a picture book, and Ji's father's face was broken at first. Then he saw her pretentious posture. She pointed a slender finger of her left hand at the sky, the earth, and her father in a rebellious manner, and clenched a dagger in her right hand as if she was coming towards her to kill. However, her feet were limited by her curved skirt, and her strides were very small. She stepped with her left foot and followed with her right foot. If you didn't look closely, you would think she was kicking on the spot!

Now the couple both burst into laughter. They wanted to say something to each other, but before they could finish their words, they burst into laughter again.

Although Wangshu wanted to entertain her parents with colorful clothes, it took her a long time to get to the target thief. Ji's father was still laughing and easily controlled her right hand with one hand. The bandit was declared a failure and there was nothing but laughter.

"Nan...hahaha...Nan, you are so...hahaha...it really makes me laugh to death, haha, mom and dad, hahaha..."

As soon as these words came out, Wangshu's anger was ignited. He grasped the dagger with both hands and was about to stab Ji's father in the chest, but was caught by Ji's father's hand. After several consecutive failed assassinations, Wangshu simply ignored him, loosened his grip and walked back angrily, "Hmph!"

Ji's mother quickly stopped laughing, caught up with her daughter, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat off her face. Ji's father also took two steps closer, his hand slowly stroking his daughter's back to soothe her breath.

Until Wangshu's breathing stabilized, he thought about how angry he was and pushed Ji's father to the right, "Don't let Daddy get close! This is unethical!"

"Okay, okay, Daddy will listen to Nannan and follow martial ethics. Tell me, what do you want?"

This was easy. He took the dagger and told Lady Ji: "Mother, please hold this unruly little thief steady. Watch my swordsmanship!"

Wangshu held the dagger in both hands, took a half step back with his left leg, and stabbed Ji's father, who was captured by Ji's mother, in the heart. He stabbed the chest on both sides with the scabbard, and stabbed the abdomen again, shouting: "Little thief, prepare to be killed!"

Ji's father bit his back teeth tightly to suppress his laughter, raised his head and showed a righteous gesture of stretching his neck. Wangshu changed his position to one hand horizontally, pretending to slide past, and then ordered in a serious manner: "Come here, drag this little thief with his head and body separated away and burn him!"

Now he was satisfied, and then he allowed Ji's father to lead him to the stall. Then a cold and lonely voice approached: "Xiuyuan greets Uncle Ji, Aunt Ji, and Sister Ji."

Xiuyuan?

The young man, standing five paces away, was quite tall, his hair tightly tied atop his head, a light purple headband fluttering in front of him. He had sharply defined features, a high nose bridge, pale yet deep eyes, and skin that seemed naturally fair. His clothes, cinched with a belt in the same color, revealed a sturdy waist... This man's appearance carried the weight of an alien race.

Fortunately, this is Yaocheng. In the south, someone with such a foreign appearance would probably not be able to take a single step.

The person who came was Qin Xiuyuan, the original owner's fiancé.

Wangshu didn't expect that she would have a mixed-race fiancé. Did Qin's mother cheat on her husband, or was the prince replaced by a cat, or was it a genetic split?