I was a young master in ancient times

Before Ankang's carriage left Yuyang, Pingan had already started looking for his brother.

My brother will take him out to play after breakfast, but it's been a long time since breakfast today, and my brother hasn't come yet.

When he couldn't find his brother, he started to make trouble.

Wei Shi had expected him to make such a move.Today he forced An Zhonghua to stay.

An Zhonghua was thinking about his official duties, and when he saw that Ping'an was about to go out with his little finger, he immediately felt overjoyed, talked to Wei Shi, and went to the county government office with Ping'an in his arms.

An Zhonghua hugged his fat son in one hand, and flipped through the official documents with the other.The master book on the side almost burst into tears.I didn't expect the county magistrate to be so diligent in government affairs.Immediately drew a picture, wrote an article and sent it to the magazine office.

Ankang and other chief editors were absent, so An Houzai, Aunt Wang and Yang Erlang were in charge of the magazine office.Before Ankang left, he set up a system for the three of them, and the three of them reviewed the draft of the article together.Only articles agreed by three people can be submitted and published in the magazine.

An Houzai saw that the article was about his uncle, and the whole article praised how his uncle was diligent in government affairs while raising children.Without saying a word, he passed the trial immediately.

Aunt Wang saw the child in the man's arms in the picture.The man holding the child is still the county magistrate.Nowadays, most men work outside, and when they come home, they eat and sleep.She doesn't understand the hard work of a woman raising a child.And a woman has to be surrounded by two or three children.Look, as expected of a county magistrate, he never forgets to teach and raise children when he is so busy.Therefore, this article easily passed the second review.

Yang Erlang took a fancy to the writing style of the master book. The rhetoric of the article is gorgeous, and the words of praise are beyond words.Although it is suspected of flattering, the angle of boasting is unique and novel.In this way, he passed the third trial.

Eventually, the article was published in the next issue of the magazine, along with pictures.

Ankang's first stop after leaving Yuyang was a small town called Qiping.

The six teenagers bid farewell to the carriage, carried their luggage on their backs, and officially started their long journey.

Chen Ziche still looked sullen and didn't speak much along the way.

But Qiu Yuan turned his head to look at this and that, his eyes were simply not enough.

"Qiu Yuan, if you keep staring at other girls like this, others will treat you as a disciple and beat you to death." Zhao Qin hurriedly pulled Qiu Yuan to stop him from following the girl in front.Didn't you see that the people around you looked at them strangely?

Qiu Yuan scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "I just saw that the hairpins on her head are very different from those worn by our Yuyang girls."

When he said this, several people noticed that the tails of the hairpins on the girls' heads here were mostly knives, axes, swords and halberds. There was even a ghost face carved on the hairpin of a passing girl.

Several people bought purses from street stalls.The purses are not embroidered with flowers, but are embroidered with knives, axes, swords, halberds and ghost faces, just like the hairpins on women's heads.

Qiu Yuan rubbed the purse in his hand carefully, "I can write these into my novel. In a strange town, something must happen." "I have to buy some hairpins and go back and study it carefully."

Qiu Yuan carefully copied the pattern on the hairpin in the room.Zhao Qin wrote a few words and drew pictures related to the words beside the words.He checked it back and forth twice, and when he felt that there was no problem, he spread it aside and waited for the ink to dry.

Ankang and Chen Ziche did not bring work.Seeing that Qiu Yuan and Zhao Qin were busy at this time, Ankang suggested to Chen Ziche, "Let's go to the street."

Chen Ziche glanced at the other two. He couldn't wait for such an opportunity, so he readily accepted it.

The two had just seen a few stalls on the street, and before they had time to say a few words, they saw someone holding a stick and heading towards the street.

"Old Yang, what happened?" the stall owner stretched his neck and asked the passers-by.

The man replied without turning his head, "A child thief was caught on the street."

"Stealing the child, Lao Yang, you wait for me." After the stall owner finished speaking, he took out the wooden stick from under the stall, and then went to the street.

Ankang and Chen Ziche, who were pushed back and forth by the crowd, were left stunned.

Ankang opened his mouth, and immediately turned around and ran to the inn, "I'll call them"

Six people went to the street to watch the fun together.

When they arrived, they saw a clearing in the middle of the street, and a person was tied to a pile of firewood.

The man was beaten bloody, his head was tilted to one side, and his left leg was hanging down unnaturally.

Surrounded by a group of people holding sticks and hoes.Even women and children had weapons in their hands.

I saw someone holding a torch and walking forward to light the firewood pile in front.The surrounding crowd shouted excitedly, "Burn him, burn him."

It is not known whether the man tied to the firewood pile passed out or died.

It wasn't until the fire burned to his body that he struggled to let out a piercing scream.

Ankang and the others were simply terrified.The villagers here have abused the death penalty!

The trouble is so big that the government doesn't even care about it.

The man who stole the child was burned alive like this.The remaining handful of ashes were thrown away.

"Oh." There was a small exclamation from the crowd.

Ankang followed the voice and saw a scholar in green clothes, covering his mouth and nose with a fan, and sighed softly, "Do evil."

Hearing that his accent is not from a local, Ankang stepped forward and talked in a low voice, "My brother's accent is not from Qiping. I don't know if my brother knows why the people here are so tough."

The scholar took away his fan and bowed his hands, "The people of Qiping originally migrated from the frontier, and believed in the god of killing Bai Qi. The patterns of clothing here often use knives, forks, swords and halberds. That's why the folk customs are tough."

"No matter how strong the folk customs are, they must report to the government and abuse the death penalty."

The scholar in Tsing Yi shook his head, "The folk customs here are fierce, and no one can be tolerated, especially the crime of stealing children. The government has always acquiesced that the people can impose the death penalty. This matter is the same in other places. It's just that the people in other places will not directly Beat people to death. It's different here."

Ankang listened to the legend in Qiping Town.An Zhonghua was troubled by fame in Yuyang County.

Ever since the magazine published the article about the head of the county yamen, people in Yuyang County knew that their county magistrate was a hard-working parent officer who took care of the children.

After reading the article, the literati should write more verses and articles, follow the arty style, and praise it.As a result, the number of articles praising the local magistrate has sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Illiterate farmers in the fields and peddlers in the streets and alleys, they think the county magistrate's appearance of holding the child in one hand is very close to the people.Originally, they thought that the county magistrate was aloof and made people bow down, but they didn't expect that he was also an ordinary man who could hold children.

Most of the women who saw the picture would say in admiration that the county magistrate is such a good man.

There are even girls who have not left the cabinet, covered their faces with veils, blocking the gate of the Anfu, threatening to marry the county magistrate as a concubine.

The whole An Zhonghua was miserable.

Wei frowned tightly, holding peace, tears in his eyes, and complained, "When did my husband have trouble with those people outside?"

An Zhonghua: ...forget it..."Madam, just listen to me, it's all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Wei looked up at him, with sadness in his eyes, "Those people have blocked the gate of my Anfu. In the past, you and I swore each other, but now... the husband is like this. How should I live? I might as well take my son..."

"Ma'am." When Wei said this, An Zhonghua suddenly became anxious, "Ma'am, I, An Zhonghua, swear to the sky that I have never done anything wrong to Madam outside. If I break my oath, the sky will strike me with lightning."

Having lived with An Zhonghua for more than ten years, Wei naturally knows what An Zhonghua is like.

Seeing him swearing and swearing at this moment, I believed most of it in my heart.Called Xianglan who was at the side and ordered, "Go to contact Chen Xuan and Xu Li, and find out what's going on? Who is looking for the Anfu's bad luck?"

Sitting in Wei Shi's embrace, Ping An looked at his father's anxious expression curiously.

He opened his small hand towards An Zhonghua and said "ah".

An Zhonghua took him over, but Ping An pointed out the door with his little hand, and he wanted to go out to play again.

"It's safe, it's safe. Dad can't go out now." An Zhonghua carried him back and forth in the house, muttering as he walked, "Those tigress are blocking dad outside the door. Safe, dad can't go out."

Unfortunately, the nine-month-old Ping An didn't know what the tigress his father was talking about.He just wants to go out and hang around every day.

So he continued to point out the door, glanced at An Zhonghua, and let out an ah.

Seeing that his son was about to make a fuss.An Zhonghua coaxed, "Father took Ping An to my brother's yard to see if my brother has come back."

Ping An can already understand the word brother.He excitedly patted An Zhonghua's shoulder and yelled twice.

It's a pity that my brother has only been out for a while, so it is impossible to come back now.

In the yard, only Huahua lay quietly under the pine tree to enjoy the shade.

Ping An knows Hua Hua.Huahua also knew him.

Huahua straightened up, wagging her tail and turning around An Zhonghua's feet.

Ping An followed and turned his head to look.

So an hour later, Ping An was held in An Zhonghua's arms, clutching Hua Hua's dog leash in his hand, smiling happily and narrowing his eyes.

Since then, Huahua has changed hands, and he has become Ping An's puppy.

Xianglan approached Chen Xuan and told about the situation at home.Chen Xuan slapped his forehead, and said with a wry smile, "There is no one who wants to deal with Anfu. It's all caused by the magazine. Oh, Xianglan, wait a minute."

Chen Xuan trotted into the house and came out with a magazine, "Come on, I'll go with you to Anfu to explain to Madam."

Pingan was taken away by An Zhonghua, and Wei Shi had time to think about the whole thing carefully.Although this matter is beneficial to An Zhonghua's reputation, it is completely detrimental to the harmony within their family.There must be villains targeting the Anfu, and they don't want them to live in peace.

Wei Shi said cruelly in his heart, if she finds out who is behind the scenes, he must pay the price.

Chen Xuan and Xianglan ran into Wei Shi's yard in a hurry, and handed over the culprit to Wei Shi.

Wei Shi was taken aback after reading the magazine, so it turned out that no villain was causing trouble.The master of the county yamen is really good at drawing, look at how well he draws the master and Pingan.

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The sturdy folk customs and villains are causing trouble.