I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Someone was kneeling in front of the door.

Jiu'er took another look, but now she was concerned about her own mother, so she walked into the house with her arms in her arms.

Yin Xuan didn't even look at him, just stepped over him and walked in.

Yuchi Jingde got up, and was about to say something to Yin Xuan, Yin Xuan raised his hand and pressed down, gagged his mouth, and continued to walk into the kitchen.

Young's biggest problem right now.

One is heartbroken. On the way here, Jiu'er tried to talk to Yang, but couldn't say a few words, and Yang was not interested in the changes in the outside world.

Another is malnutrition.

Jiaosifang's food was not good, and Mrs. Yang ate very little every day, leaving most of it for Jiaosifang's children who were in their early ten years old, or even under ten years old.

The women and men who can't bear the bitter cold here and rush to the brothel can live a good life, but it's only a little bit better.

During the Chinese New Year, some food that is rarely seen in Jiaoshifang can be rescued.

But most of these things didn't fall into the mouths of the Yang family and Jiaosifang.

There are people who starve to death in that kind of land.

Yin Xuan had to cook a few dishes for Yang, slowly opening her shriveled and exhausted stomach.

Yuchi Jingde sat back, feeling a little aggrieved, but when he thought of what his son had done - he turned his head and gave his son a vicious look outside the door.

Yuchi Baoqi shuddered again, and buried her head even deeper.

Zhou Xiaosan came quickly.

He glanced at Yuchi Baoqi who was kneeling at the door, frowned slightly, ignored this person, went straight in, and the first thing he saw was Yuchi Jingde in purple robe.

Zhou Xiaosan paused, and greeted perfunctorily, "Hello, Public Security Bureau of Hubei Province."

"It turned out to be Zhou Shilang in person." Yuchi Jingde smiled slightly, he seemed to attach great importance to Zhou Xiaosan, stood up and returned the salute, "Are you here for dinner?"

Zhou Xiaosan was taken aback, and looked at Yuchi Jingde suspiciously: "You don't know?"

knowledge?

Yuchi Jingde was also stunned, looking blankly at the young man in front of him, wondering why he would say such words.

What should I know?
Just as Zhou Xiaosan was about to explain, Di Renjie came up to meet her and said, "Mrs. Yang is staying in the backyard room. The shopkeeper has ordered that if you want to meet, just go and meet."

Zhou Xiaosan nodded.

He walked a few steps forward, only to remember that there was a Duke next to him, stopped, turned around and said, "When Da Lang finishes his work, you can ask him."

"Or, you can ask your own son."

Yuchi Jingde's face darkened eight shades.

He only realizes it now, and he is afraid that... the things his son is going to do are not only related to Mr. Zhengyang, but also related to Zhou Shilang.

It's just a pity that he didn't have the opportunity to ask a good question last night, and now that he's in public, it's hard for him to continue asking.

Yuchi Baoqi knelt on his knees for a long time, his face turned purple.

Only then did Yin Xuan come out from the backyard, leaving that space for Zhou Xiaosan and Yang Shi.

Yuchi Jingde went up to meet him.

Yin Xuan waved his hand, signaling him not to speak yet, and after he sat down comfortably, he said slowly, "Duke E is worrying about his son."

Yuchi Jingde sighed: "The dog is not very good, so naturally it will cost more."

Saying that, he paused.

"I already taught him a lesson last night and broke one of his legs. From tomorrow onwards, this bastard will go to Xiazhou with me, and the old man will discipline him well."

"Catch him today, Mr. Zhengyang, if you want to..."

Yuchi Jingde looked up at the backyard, paused for a moment: "Mr. Zhengyang or Zhou Shilang want to teach that bastard a lesson, just teach him a lesson."

"I have prepared the sticks for you."

As he spoke, he groped into his bosom, and pulled out two sticks—the rosewood ones, which fell on the table with a crisp sound.

Yin Xuan's eyelids twitched.

Generally speaking...

Whether the beating is ruthless or not depends on the material of the stick in the hand.

This is the experience he learned from Yin Lulu.

Generally speaking, gentlemen who are looser will use pine or peach wood to make rulers. These are soft woods, which do not hurt so much in the palm of the hand.

But those strict gentlemen will use rosewood and elm.

Among them... the most feared by the students of the school is the dean. He has a ruler made of red sandalwood in his hand. It hurts when he beats someone. Yin Lulu has been beaten and cried quite a few times.

Yes, as a precious wood, red sandalwood is a hardwood.

It may... break a human bone, but this kind of wood may not necessarily break.

"That's not necessary." Yin Xuan thought for a while, and waved to Di Renjie: "Call me in the person outside the door, it's not a good thing to get stuck there."

Di Renjie responded and brought the limping Yuchi Baoqi over.

Yuchi Baoqi shivered, and was about to bow to Yin Xuan, and then apologized respectfully, but the words just came out of his mouth.

Yin Xuan waved his hand and interrupted his words: "Those high-sounding words are fine."

"Your father has taught you a lesson, and I don't want to hear you say those useless things."

Both Yuchi and his son pursed their lips in unison.

Yin Xuan went on to say: "Since one leg is broken, if I teach you a lesson again, it will appear that I am being unreasonable, how about..."

"From tomorrow onwards, you just don't need to appear in front of Zhou Xiaosan again."

Yuchi Baoqi's expression changed.

He knew too well what it meant not to appear in front of Zhou Xiaosan—his future official career was cut off, and he could only be the governor of a state at most in the future. He wanted to return to Beijing to be an official and put on a purple robe?
Don't even think about it, with Zhengyang Gong's words, even if he can live longer, he can't return to Chang'an.

Yuchi Jingde heaved a sigh of relief.

To him, there was nothing unacceptable to such a punishment, anyway... Yuchi's family didn't count on Yuchi Baoqi's child, so it was a good thing that he could survive.

Yin Xuan glanced at him, then asked again: "Tell me, who ordered it?"

Yuchi Baoqi became silent, he hesitated.

Yuchi Jingde looked at his son, he had just apologized on his front foot, but his back foot was so wimpy, he couldn't help but get angry.

With a cold snort, he patted the table lightly, and then touched the red sandalwood stick on the table.

Yuchi Baoqi was startled, and hurriedly said, "It's Li Shilang."

"The Ministry of War, Li Daozong, the Minister of the Ministry of War."

Yin Xuan raised his eyebrows.

So it was the idiot who was bitten by Gun Gun?

He turned his head, landed on the wooden stick on the table, had an idea, and said to Yuchi Jingde: "Duke E, can I use the wooden stick?"

Yuchi Baoqi's body began to tremble.

Yuchi Jingde looked at his son and nodded without hesitation: "Please!"