Qian Yiqun's scalp numb and thought to himself: What's the wind of this aunt sucking today? I used to be later than here, and I didn't see anyone swearing in the alley.

"Xiaoxiao, young girl, how could you show up like this and criticize your brother in the street?" Qian Yiqun was not showing weakness. This sister was two years younger than him, but she had learned to take charge of housework. Her mother was a devout lay Buddhist who believed in Taoism, and she was even more happy to let her daughter take on the worldly affairs.

When Qian Xiaoxiao saw Qian Yiqun making a fuss, her eyes turned red. She shouted: "Dad was beaten so hard that she couldn't turn over on the bed. She couldn't look for you everywhere. She didn't know who she went to drink and play money with. She didn't stay at home for three days. My mother was so anxious that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that you were back like nothing happened!"

"Dad was beaten!?" Qian Yiqun's head roared and he kicked and ran away.

The Qian family is my husband's family and has saved some money. After Qian Datong's hands, he even bought more than 20 acres of fertile land and repaired the old house in the city, which is quite as good as a family of honor.

This old house is near the bottom of the alley, with a black door, and a newly made drum stone. Qian Yiqun crossed the shiny threshold and saw his father's servant Thuo Mao at a glance.

"How is the master?" Qian Yiqun asked nervously.

"My son is back?" The voice of his father Qian Datong came from the main room. Although he was a little tired, he was full of energy.

Qian Yiqun was relieved and put the fox at the door, leaving everything like cultivating the immortal Bai Ze, and went into the room to see his father, and said, "Dad, who dares to hit you!"

Qian Datong shook his hand and said, "Being a father is also my husband. Can't he act the scene of being injured but not being disabled? It's just for the county magistrate to watch." The practice of the public is no less than that of cultivating immortals, and each has its own tricks. The veterans can punish them, so that laymen can see the bloody and bloody thought they are seriously disabled, but in fact they are nothing.

"What's wrong with the county magistrate? He actually vented his anger on his father!" Qian Yiqun knew that his father was beaten by the county magistrate, and was angry but helpless.

"Just calm down!" Qian Xiaoxiao chased in and gave her a cold face to her brother, "Humanita is the prefect of the county magistrate who destroyed the family! He can only say some ready-made words, what's the use!"

Qian Yiqun was too lazy to argue with his sister, and asked again: "Where is mother? Are you chanting scriptures in the inner room?"

"Mom is going to Xuanmiao Temple to pray for you!" Qian Xiaoxiao immediately changed her appearance and said coquettishly to her father: "Dad, you don't talk about him!"

Qian Datong sat in a ring chair, with a thick cotton mattress under his buttocks, moved gently, and said, "My son has not returned home for the past two or three days, so why don't he ask someone to bring a message?" He felt a deep guilt towards Qian Yiqun. It was precisely because he was reluctant to leave his hometown as soon as possible, that the son of this prodigy was not allowed to take the imperial examination, and he felt aching in his heart whenever he thought of it.

Only then did Qian Yiqun realize what his father and sister said, "I won't go back for three days." He clearly went out in the morning, where did he get three days? But his father couldn't talk nonsense with his sister. The problem must be in that "Langhuan Beshu". Could it be that one day in heaven and one year in the world?

"This," Qian Yiqun thought for a while and confessed, "My son accidentally entered the fairyland in Tiger Hill, but it was only a moment. Unexpectedly, three days have passed in the world!"

Qian Datong was about to ask what kind of situation it was, but Qian Xiaoxiao had already jumped up and shouted: "It must be that he was having wine and playing money with your friends! You made up such a lie, Dad, do you really believe him?"

"There is one of the fox friends, right at the door." Qian Yiqun walked to the door and picked up the fox in, "But there really isn't a dog friend." He poured out the fox that was stuck in his backpack and said softly: "Fox Fairy, please let me say something."

The fox thought to himself: This guy is so uneasy! If we speak up, God knows how much trouble we have caused. Now the people are ignorant and will definitely not recognize us as a good fortune. They will definitely be greeted by monsters. Then, they will cause skin and cramps, so where can we go to complain to others?

It made up its mind, kept silent, looked around and hid its head in its big furry tail.

The fox has a bad reputation, and Qian Xiaoxiao was so scared that she took several steps back when she saw it: "Where did you get this beast at home? Do you really want to torture us to death!"

"Xiaoxiao!" Qian Datong was most afraid of the word "death" and said, "Your brother is... this is... not the same as the common people! If someone raises a cat or a dog, our family naturally needs to raise a rare thing! OK, okay! This old fox is quite fairy-like and is just right for me!"

Qian Yiqun's mouth twitched. He was unwilling to lie when facing his family who had raised him for 19 years. However, not everyone can listen to the truth. He has no magical powers and the fox is unwilling to speak. Who would believe those misty words?

"Precise..." Qian Xiaoxiao said angrily and turned to her brother, "What have you eaten these days?" She didn't smell the wine on her brother, and thought she was going to play money. Once these people started playing money, how could they still have to eat?

"This..." Qian Yiqun was embarrassed. He had only been out for one day. He hadn't even digested what he ate in the morning!

"Look, I'm going to make money again!" Qian Xiaoxiao said angrily, "It's okay to win or lose, don't you even know how to eat?" She glanced at her father again, snorted and walked out.

Qian Yiqun sat on his father, and without looking at the fox pretending to be dead on the ground, he leaned over and asked, "Father, what's the case this time?"

"Oh..." Qian Datong sighed, feeling his butt getting hot, and moved his left and right again, telling the case as it was.

It was also a scandal in Wu County. I don’t know where a flower-picking thief came from, but he actually picked it on the head of the county master. What’s even more annoying is that the thief was actually knocked out by the county master and turned into a burst of black smoke.

As the headmaster of the county, Qian Datong naturally had no choice but to be responsible for the case. He was unable to solve the case in two or three days. After passing the limit, he was beaten by the county magistrate. Fortunately, his family had two generations of public servants and had a very popular relationship. Although the fight was lively, he just fooled the laymen and could get out of bed and walk that day. Now he has used the secret medicine of the family, and the wound has scabbed.

"Since the county magistrate saw the thief turning away with his own eyes, why did he still have to do this..." Qian Yiqun was angry. Although officials were promoted together, the officials did not regard officials as human beings at all. They would beat them as soon as they wanted to, and they didn't even have a place to reason.

"Tsk, how can the county magistrate admit this?" Qian Datong blamed his son for asking such a stupid question, and said, "It was coming from inside."

There were rules in the Ming Dynasty officialdom that he was a resident of 500 miles away to serve as an official, so even if the new foreign officials were capable, they would inevitably be exploited by local officials. The current Wuxian County Master is from Dongguan, Guangdong. How many family members can he bring to office? They are all hired local servants? When these people saw the headmaster Qian Da, they naturally knew everything.

His attitude is many times better than the fox who is still pretending to be dead.

Qian Yiqun glanced at the fox on the ground and said, "Since that man has magic, why don't he look for monks and Taoists? Even if he doesn't talk about cuckolds, wouldn't he just say that his family's property was stolen?"

"I can't say this!" Qian Datong was a little anxious and leaned forward. "My son has also read books, but hasn't he heard: Isn't the strange power of the gods? The county master is a Jinshi on two lists, a disciple of the Holy Sect, and a defender. How can he admit those evil magic skills?"

Qian Yiqun suddenly realized that it was a small matter of cuckolding, but a big point of stance! Once the county magistrate admits that such unscientific things exist, his academic cultivation, reputation of the scholars, and ideological purity... will be hit, and these are far more deadly than a cuckold.

"If it is placed on the hands of other head catchers," Qian Datong sighed, "You can catch the prisoner who is on the top of the tank before dawn, and you will be able to beat him up and do anything."

Qian Yiqun's mouth twitched slightly and thought to himself: This is too dark.

Qian Datong continued to say, "But our family dare not do such things. You don't know that your grandmother miscarriages five times and almost cut off the incense of Qian's family. Your grandfather knelt on Xuanmiao Temple and sweared to never do anything to hurt the good deeds again. This is why your father and me are the only ones. So you see there is a sentence on the ancestral hall training card: It's easy to practice in the public. It means that there is a lot of evil thoughts in the public, but if you can stop one, you will lose one sin and one merit. You must remember it!"

Qian Yiqun nodded repeatedly, but what he was thinking was another matter. He was glad that he had this adventure, otherwise he would not have believed in any strange stories like "turning away from the smoke". Now he was holding a volume of "Hundred Beauty Pictures" in his hand, and a book fairy was hidden in his arms, and an ancient library was followed by... Although he was a little cunning, would he still make such a "smoke" suffocate to death?

"Father, I'll go down and think about the countermeasures first." Qian Yiqun stood up, "Please forgive me for your sins."

"You go and have a good rest." Qian Datong saw his son take two steps and suddenly asked, "Where have you been in the past two days?"

"Uh...this..." Qian Yiqun couldn't speak.

Who is Qian Datong? He has been a headmaster for most of his life! After returning from gambling, he felt exhausted. How could he have the spirit of his son? Not to mention that this broken backpack is obviously something that the woodcutter wants. He just looks like a fox raised by someone...

"My son will not do anything erratic anyway. Both your father and your mother know this." Qian Datong continued, "Just say it to the family so that he will not worry about it."

"Yes..." Qian Yiqun's face became hot, and he put his hands into the fox's forelimbs and armpits, held them hard, threw them into the backpack, and ran out quickly.

Qian Datong raised his butt and smiled secretly: My son is so famous that he doesn't know where he got this fox. It's really interesting.

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Chapter completed!