People are always afraid, always afraid of causing trouble, and always hope that they can stay out of trouble. This is a good explanation for this problem when several criminals swung their swords thousands of years later, causing great panic and casualties. When Ding Yi heard about this, he repeatedly told himself that if he was present, he would not let such a thing happen in front of him, at least before he fell.

This does not mean that he is particularly noble or has a sense of justice. He is a person who has received strict fighting training. He knows how to kill people and is good at doing this. No one will be moved by a person who has been a chef for more than ten years and wants to cook every dish; no one will be particularly noble when a farmer who has been planting fields for more than ten years and wants to pull out weeds in the fields.

It's just the bottom line of career that you rely on for a living.

It is Ding Yi's bottom line that cannot tolerate force a good person to become a prostitute. He can't stand this. It would be fine if he only heard that. He is not a moral perfection, but when he finds under his nose, he asks him not to care about it. It is like asking the chef to bring a basin of raw rice to the table and let the farmers watch the weeds growing in the fields without letting him pull it out. It is uncomfortable.

"Two girls, do you need students to call the public?" Ding Yi walked over and asked calmly. He didn't plan to yell when he saw injustice, nor was it because of the overwhelming sense of justice. Besides, this is still the seventh uncle of the two girls. God knows what the situation is in his family? Ding Yi just doesn't want these two girls to be forced to jump into the Qinhuai River to jump into the fire pit.

The man turned around, and his thin body looked even thicker. He wore the patched clothes on his body, empty like a human-shaped kite. He looked at Ding Yi and waved his hand in a panic: "No, no, this is the villain's niece... This is their father, it's a good relationship with the villain... Ten taels of silver, the villain lent them ten taels of silver, it's been half a year, and he didn't ask them for a moment! Young Master, the villain is from a poor family, and the ten taels of silver was left by my deceased old man to marry..."

Ding Yi heard it, and the man talked about his painful blind date experience. There were only a few acres of thin land in his family, and his parents had gone, and two young brothers who were not adults were to raise him. No one was willing to marry into his family. This time, he was reluctant to negotiate a marriage. He asked the matchmaker Najib that he always had to use money, so he came to ask these two girls for asking: "Young master, if you can, the villain can help, but, this cannot be made a villain for the rest of his life to help their family! Although the villain has never read the book, he also knows that it is wrong to break the incense of his ancestors..."

If it is a bully who bullies others, or a man who forces good men to become prostitutes, Ding Yizhen goes up and kills him, how big can it be? Although Wang Ji, the Prime Minister of Nanjing, has not agreed to cooperate with Ding's business of green alum, his attitude has improved a lot and there is no reason not to help deal with it. Besides, the Oirats are trying to harm Ding, which is known to everyone in the world. Wouldn't it be a matter of arbitrary murder in the court?

But this miserable man, looking at the man's eyes wet with the light of the lantern, was so wet. How could Ding Yi do it? Besides, what he said makes sense. You can't help him to be a bachelor himself, right? This is too irritating. But how could those two girls take out ten taels of silver?

Ding Yi shook his head and was about to reach out and take out a few ounces of silver for them. After all, these two girls knew each other. Ten taels of silver were a huge expense for Ding Yi, who had just arrived in this era, but for Ding Yi, who is now engaged in the Sino-trade business, it is really a drop in the bucket, and it is really not worth mentioning.

But the two girls were very careful and said in unison: "Let's wait!" The sister said to the man again, "Uncle Qi, don't bully me, just open your eyes, don't be afraid to tell me that Xiaoshe is a person who can write books. Take out the loan note and show it to Xiaoshe before talking!" The younger sister next to her was blowing the magic snail, "That's right, Uncle Qi, you're bullying my family without any roots? Xiaoshe is a scholar!" While speaking, she blinked at Ding Yi, and she didn't know if Ding Yi was a scholar, so she hinted that Ding Yi wouldn't deny it and teach her to save face.

Ding Yi was really amused and crying, how could he get involved in this matter? The man on the side was so scared that he bowed: "Scholar! The young man really has a loan note, and there are also a middle-aged man, but a loan note of just ten taels of silver. How dare the young man put it on him? Today he was just here to sell vegetables. I heard from fellow villagers that they were talking to make money in Sihailou, so they had the idea of ​​asking for money... but they were not intentional to deceive Yu Xiucai!" Xiucai, a tiles on the streets of Nanjing were about to be blown down by the wind, and ten people were hit. I was afraid that three were scholars and one was a juren. After all, it was Nanzhili, and it was not a rare identity.

But for the lower class, especially the grassroots people living in the remote suburbs outside the city, the identity of a scholar is still very shocking. Ding Yi saw that the man's hands were calluses in the palm of his hand, not in the mouth of a tiger, but was a hand that did rough work, and did not grind it with a gun, and he looked like someone who could be scheming.

Then he took out the silver and said to the two sisters, "I'll give you the silver. You can go back quickly. When you get home, he can take out the loan note. You can ask someone to see it. If it is true, just give him the money. It's time for Mao to pass, and the city gate is going to be closed, right? Why do you go out?"

The man knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ding Yi before getting up. He wiped his nose with the sleeve that could not tell the color, and smiled and said, "The snake has a snake road, the rat has a rat hole. The old army's pot of wine is recognized by the old army. Even after the hour of Mao, he will let the little one go out." He said that, patted his waist and touched the wine pot.

Ding Yi looked around and saw that the two sisters were also holding a small bottle of wine in their hands and couldn't help laughing.

"Xiaoshe." At this time, the sister came over. She was not tall, her eyebrows were considered a clever eyebrow, and her coarse belt killed her slim waist tightly, making her look curvy. "We dare not take your money. If this evil uncle robs him on the way, how can we survive? Xiaoshe, you can send us back. It's dark. I'm really worried about his bad intentions on the road. I was suspicious of those thugs at noon, and I was afraid that he was called by him. Xiaoshe, don't look at him as honest as a person, he has a lot of thoughts! I don't know how many shameful things he has done behind his back!"

"How can you do this to ruin my reputation!" The man became angry. He thought that what this sister said was allusion. He pointed at the sister's halberd and scolded: "The second dog's mother at the entrance of the village went to the river to take a bath in the middle of the night. Who knows? I was so hot in September that I jumped into the river and saw a white body. I thought someone was drowning, so I went to save her. Unexpectedly, she screamed like a pig. What's going on for me?"

Ding Yi couldn't help it and said to them, "Okay, don't quarrel, let's go, I'll accompany you back. Uncle, please don't follow me too closely. Although the students are scholars, they are not powerless." The man didn't dare to say anything, and just stared at the sisters hatefully, watching them follow Ding Yi in front of him.

When he was walking on Sanshan Street, passing by the academy, Ding Yi called the guard at the door and lowered his voice to tell them that he had something to do and would not be able to come back to the city at night. He asked them to say something to Liu Tie and Xie Yucheng, so he would not have to worry.

Normally, there is still a small crack left in the city gate that should be closed at sunset, which can be squeezed out. From a distance, it is basically impossible to find this crack in the door. The old army leaned against the edge of the door, which was the only bad rule he could collect. This is probably the limitation of the era. The old army would only lament that he could not have many inputs like the factory guards or the servants, so he would not give convenience to others, but would block the door he grasped.

And when Ding Yi, who was not planning to give some pork head meat or bad wine, looked at the crack of the city gate, he was very impatient: "Go back, go back! Why join in the fun? I won't talk to you in a chess-like manner. No matter how straight you are, it's useless to me! Get up early tomorrow!"

Ding Yi smiled and said to the old army: "Uncle..."

"You save money, don't talk about uncles, it's useless to just call me an uncle!" Lao Jun came up stubbornly.

"The man behind me followed these two girls all the way. They were afraid that I asked me to send it." Ding Yi pointed to the man hanging behind him and said to Lao Jun, "Uncle, you..."

Lao Jun rolled his eyes: "What do you want to say? I have no children! Don't do this! Fuck, I want to have children, so I will still guard the city gate of a bird? His mother would have been waiting for the children and grandchildren to respect him!" He looked at the paper bag Ding Yi was holding in his hand, hooked his fingers, "Give me this thing wine, yes, that's it, don't you give me!" He took the paper bag containing fennel beans, threw one into his mouth, and scolded him, "Well, let's go, he's going to be a Guanyin soldier, and he can't bear to give up a pot of wine!"

The village was not too far away. It took less than half an hour to leave Nanjing City and it was almost here. At this time, it was already past Mao hour. When I went outside the village, I listened to the barking of the dog. The old man's cough came from the grass house at the entrance of the village, and stopped the dog's scolding. Then the elderly voice came out: "Is A Qi back?"

The man following Ding Yi and the others quickly responded: "Uncle Jiu, it's me who is back!"

"Have Ah Hua and Anni met on the road? It's so late..." The old man walked out of the grass house with a crutch and trembled. The two sisters rushed over and complained to the old man, saying that Uncle Qi wanted to sell them to the Qinhuai River. The old man was so angry that his beard trembled and asked the man, "Ah Qi! You are so promising! The clan named Sun, a family passed down from so many generations, has it been your place to have a personal dealer?" The old man had no good eyesight and didn't seem to have good hearing. At this time, he looked at the horse that Ding Yi and him were holding, and asked quickly, "Who did you come with this little house?"
Chapter completed!