After being reborn as a man, the woman improved her family's fortunes through education.

"Come, come, young man, order whatever you want to eat. My master gave me a lot of money, so don't worry about eating me out of house and home."

Although the restaurant that Song Cheng brought Jiang Xiaoqi to was not as grand as the big restaurants in Chunyi City, it had an excellent reputation in Chunyi City.

He and his master had been in Chunyi City for over a month, and he had traveled to every corner of the city, big and small, on behalf of his master.

Of course, he also made sure to find out what good food and fun things to do in the area, which shows his dedication, comparable to an ancient Chinese blogger.

"Alright, thank you for spending the money, brother."

"By the way, my surname is Song, and my given name is Cheng. May I ask how I should address you, young man?"

After Song Cheng realized that he hadn't introduced himself yet, he couldn't keep calling each other "elder brother" or "brother".

"So it's Brother Song. My surname is Jiang, and my given name is Mingfei."

"Brother Jiang, are you a local?"

"No, it's just that I'm here temporarily as a student."

Song Cheng was a little disappointed. He had guessed wrong. Well, this Brother Jiang, like them, didn't have the local accent of Chunyi.

Despite having his attempt to cultivate relationships with the local gentry thwarted, Song Cheng did not show the slightest sign of disrespect.

This was the composure he had cultivated over more than a decade by his master's side, a level of shrewdness that ordinary servants could not match.

"I see. Chunyi is indeed a beautiful place with pleasant scenery and spring-like weather all year round."

Jiang Xiaoqi didn't press the question of whether the other person was a local. After all, the accent was clearly not a local accent, so why bother asking?

We've only met by chance; there's no need to pry into their background.

The two exchanged some more trivial and unimportant words, and the dishes they had just ordered began to arrive one after another.

Although it lacks fancy decorations, it still looks very appetizing.

One of the dishes looked very similar to the one I had at Cui's restaurant yesterday. I didn't expect such a small shop to be so meticulous in its cooking.

From sweet treats like fermented rice balls to meat dishes like roast chicken and roast meats, the flavors are all spot on.

The leafy greens and seasonal vegetables were exceptionally fresh, as if they had just been picked from the field, washed, and then stir-fried.

After strolling around all morning, Jiang Xiaoqi had almost digested the breakfast she had eaten at the Cui residence.

Having tasted the dishes prepared with care by the restaurant, one naturally no longer holds back.

Seeing that Jiang Xiaoqi ate at a fast pace yet remained elegant and poised, Song Cheng couldn't help but pay attention to his own demeanor.

Ahem, we can't make the comparison too obvious, or it will embarrass our master.

They tacitly stopped talking after all the dishes were served.

It's not that I'm picky, it's just that this unassuming shop makes such delicious food that my mouth is too busy to talk.

Besides, the two of them were simply eating, each having a bowl of rice.

Jiang Xiaoqi was too young to drink alcohol, so Song Cheng didn't order any either, even though the rice wine brewed by the shop was only about 8 or 9 degrees alcohol.

About fifteen minutes later, the two of them put down their chopsticks one after the other in tacit agreement.

The shop thoughtfully provided complimentary tea and sweet soup.

Song Cheng chose sweet soup, while Jiang Xiaoqi chose tea.

He has a habit of drinking some tea after meals to cut through the greasiness.

I didn't expect the tea served by the shop to be sweet, but at least it helped to cut through the richness.

"Brother Jiang, there were so many people watching the commotion on the street just now, how did you tell at a glance that it wasn't my master abusing his power?"

Song Cheng still asked his question. His master had already decided to spend money to avoid disaster, since the surrounding people were clearly on the side of the vegetable seller.

A wise person avoids standing under a dangerous wall. Taking a step back at this time is fine, but staying stuck in the middle of the road is not a good thing.

However, it is quite interesting that the young master in front of us, despite his young age, did not stand on the moral high ground to make unfounded accusations against the obviously powerful party, as most people would.

Don't most people sympathize with the weak and pity the poor?

Why is he so different? And how did he find the problem in such a short time?

If Jiang Xiaoqi knew what the other person was thinking, she would definitely tell him—

"I've seen too many staged accidents in short videos in my past life, it's just a conditioned reflex."

However, that's not the right way to put it.

"Actually, at first I had the same thoughts as the onlookers. At that time I was further away and could only hear the noise."

Hearing an old voice wailing, many people would instinctively assume that an elderly person has been bullied.

But hearing is unreliable, and seeing is not necessarily believing.

This made Song Cheng very puzzled. Wasn't it supposed to be "seeing is believing"?

"how to say?"

"Sometimes what you see is just what others want you to see, like that vegetable vendor who created the image of a victim for himself."

If you subject your master to direct public pressure, then at this point, public opinion can be overwhelming, and it won't be right for your master to explain or not explain.

If you explain, it's just sophistry and bullying; if you don't explain, well, that means you're admitting it!

"That's right, that's exactly what happened. We had something to say but couldn't, it was so frustrating. We only have a few mouths, how could we possibly argue with so many people?"

Song Cheng nodded repeatedly; Brother Jiang was truly empathetic towards them!

"Of course, we cannot draw conclusions too early without understanding the full story."

So I went closer, hoping to find out the truth of the matter. No matter what a person has done, there will always be clues.

The real is real, and the fake is fake. There may be people in this world capable of creating something indistinguishable from the real thing, but it's certainly not something an illiterate vegetable vendor could do.

"So, Brother Jiang came up here not to watch the show, but to find evidence."

You can see that the vegetable basket is placed close to the middle of the road, protruding at least several feet from the other stalls next to it.

You can also see the tracks left by my master's carriage. It's clearly not from sudden braking, which means the carriage wasn't traveling very fast, not fast enough to knock the items off the stall that far.

"Well, almost."

Jiang Xiaoqi took a sip of sweet tea.

"Oh? Is there something else?"

"Several sesame seed cakes at the sesame seed cake stall next door were knocked down by radishes that fell from the vegetable stall. The stall owner picked up the sesame seed cakes first."

"Um, so what?"

"A normal person would know to check their goods for problems first, but this old man rushed straight to the carriage without even glancing at the vegetables he had worked so hard to grow. Is that normal?"

Even the onlookers, several of them kept looking at the radishes and vegetables scattered all over the ground, and several shook their heads and sighed, feeling it was a pity that the things were wasted.

Furthermore, the old man's hands were not calloused at all; they were also very fair and delicate. Did he look like someone who toiled in the fields year-round?

Needless to say, those vegetables were definitely harvested from the countryside to be used as props in a play. And this old man… he might not even be an old man; he could be a young man in disguise!

"This is! This is a complete staged accident scam!"