Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 37 This knife cuts the flesh painfully

During the Song Dynasty, etiquette and laws were not as strict as those in the Ming Dynasty, although some rules had already collapsed.

As for taking concubines and keeping prostitutes, as long as you have money, it's fine, it doesn't matter about fame or status.

Just like Ximen Daguanren, who was neither an official nor a childless man over 40, he still had many wives and concubines.

Therefore, even though the Song Dynasty had some official systems in this regard, officials would not use them as a basis for punishment.

Otherwise, it would poke holes in countless vested interests who have also violated this rule.

However, there would be no problem in punishing Mr. Ding by saying “without the permission of the principal wife”.

This will also win the support of many wealthy ladies.

Yang Yuan laughed and said, "Old Madam, you don't have to worry. I think the county lord just wants to give some advice to the old man in the mansion.

Mr. Ding is so old, the county magistrate should not beat him with a stick. How many beatings can he endure?

Going to jail...that's even more impossible.

I guess we'll just have to reprimand him, fine him some money, teach him a lesson, and correct the atmosphere in the county."

After hearing this, the old lady of the Ding family became even more panicked.

How could her husband, with his physical strength, endure the beating?
If she beat someone up and was fined... then she would feel even more at a disadvantage.

Maybe the fine is more than the fifty strings of cash she wants back.

Old Madam Ding said quickly: "Then... let's forget about the money to buy a concubine. Our Ding family accepts this loss.

Just treat it as a lesson learned. Please, Captain Yang, put in a good word for me in front of the county magistrate.

So...there's no need to send my husband to the county for training, right?"

Yang Yuan was secretly delighted. He had originally just given it a try, but he didn't expect there would be such a pleasant surprise.

Yang Yuan pretended to be embarrassed and said: "My parents have always been fair in their official duties, and they are clear about rewards and punishments.

How can I, the captain, make my own decisions on things that have already been assigned to me?

Otherwise, let Mr. Ding go with me. If the old parents really want to punish him, I will speak for Mr. Ding?"

"How can we do this? We don't want a penny of this money.

Captain Yang, please wait a moment. I will go get the pawning documents right away."

Old Mrs. Ding ran to the back in a panic, opened the cabinet, took out the money box, and took out the pawning documents hidden inside.

Old Mrs. Ding changed her mind and realized that when asking someone to do something for you, how could you not show your gratitude?

Then she took out some loose change from the box, about two or three strings of cash.

After thinking again, the old lady stamped her feet and cursed inwardly at the old man.

Reluctantly, she took out another large silver ingot from the box and cut off a corner with pliers.

Together with the loose change I just took out, the total value is about five strings of coins.

Old Mrs. Ding found a piece of cloth, wrapped up the loose change and the pawn documents together, and hurried back to the front.

Although Yang Yuan had a general plan in mind when he came, he still had to be flexible and make adjustments at any time when it came to implementation.

This is the basic skill he developed while doing crisis public relations.

When dealing with crisis events, new and unpredictable changes may occur at any time. How can there be an unchanging plan?

When he first came, he wanted to get the document to buy a concubine, and the less he spent, the better.

After meeting Old Mrs. Ding and persuading her in various ways, he felt even happier when he saw that he didn't have to spend a penny.

When Old Mrs. Ding came out from behind and put the small bag in his palm, Yang Yuan was stunned.

From the weight, he knew there was something inside.

This was great. Not only did he not spend a penny, he even had a few extra pieces of silver.

Yang Yuan left, waving his sleeves, taking with him a document pawning his body and an unexpected fortune.

"Fan Shi, who lived at the foot of Tianzhong Mountain in Fuchun County, had a daughter, Dan Niang, who was nineteen years old and whom he raised by himself.

Because I am at a loss for what to do during the day, I have voluntarily taken Ding Zheng, the indenture holder, as my concubine. Today I have received 150 strings of silver. From now on, I will obey the silver owner. If I see such a person and run away, I will follow him and return him.

If the feng shui is unexpected, it is your own fate and has nothing to do with the owner of the silver.

Now I want to have proof, so I will write a sales deed and give it to the silver owner with my handprint as proof..."

With this thing, Dan Niang no longer has any connection with her parents.

There is neither guardianship nor support obligations.

Because the Fan family sold their daughter as a concubine!
She became someone else's private property, and naturally lost the rights and obligations that a free person should have.

Now that the Ding family had the pawning document back, her parents no longer had an excuse to take her away on the pretext of helping the Ding family bring back their escaped concubine.

In the front hall, Old Man Ding was still enthusiastically promoting Ji Guang.

The old man had been dealing with pulp and paper for most of his life, and originally had no ulterior motives.

When one of his grandsons gambled with the boy from the Fan family and forced the boy to pay back the debt, the boy had no choice but to use his sister to pay off the debt.

Mr. Ding...was moved.

Ever since he saw Dan Niang's pretty appearance, his soul has been bewitched.

The old tree has sprouted new buds, and the sixty-year-old man is "buying a fine horse in the East Market, a saddle in the West Market, a bridle in the South Market, and a long whip in the North Market."

He dug out a rusty old gun that had been gathering dust in the warehouse for years, and then he armed himself and prepared to return to the battlefield.

But he didn't expect that his wife would come in with her four sons, three daughters and three sons-in-law and drive the raw rice out of the Ding family.

It would be fine if Old Man Ding had never had any wrong thoughts.

Once he had such thoughts, and the beautiful girl at his fingertips was lost again, one can imagine the torment in his heart.

In the past two days, Old Man Ding finally recovered and became more energetic.

A customer happened to come to the store today, so Old Man Ding naturally hoped to make this deal and get rid of the depression in his heart.

"Sir, I am not bragging, am I? Look at this paper!
Our Ding Family Paper Mill is one of the best papermaking workshops in the whole of Fuchun.

Sir, if you use such fine paper to write a great article, are you still worried that you won't be able to pass the imperial examination and become the top scorer in the imperial examination?"

"Hahaha, old man, you are really good at talking. I appreciate your good words. I hope it will be so..."

As Yu Jiguang spoke, he looked around, but he could not see Yang Yuan.

Mr. Ding said enthusiastically: "In that case, sir, how many knives do you want?

How about ten dollars? Around the time of the autumn examination, the paper from our Ding Family Paper Mill will be in short supply.

Sir, if you buy more now, you won’t have to worry about them getting damp and infested with insects when you keep them at home.

The paper produced by our Ding Family Paper Mill has always been famous for its moth-proof and moisture-proof properties."

At this time, Yang Yuan came out from behind.

Yu Jiguang quickly turned his head away and pretended to touch the paper, but glanced at Yang Yuan out of the corner of his eye and responded to Ding Laozhang:

"Ah, good paper, good paper, ten dollars, ten dollars..."

"Sir, do you think it's too little? How about twenty dollars?"

"Ah, twenty dollars, um, twenty dollars... okay, okay."

Yu Jiguang watched Yang Yuan walk through the hall and out, and his eyes followed him.

Mr. Ding was overjoyed and quickly gestured to his third son.

The third son of the Ding family let out an "Eh!" and swung his knife.

A thick pile of "standing blanks" was split open immediately, without any rough edges, clean and neat.

His oldest son gleefully moved aside a pile of cut paper.

The second and third sons worked together to move a pile of uncut papers onto the cutting machine.

With a "snapping" sound, and another cut, the sound of cutting paper was like the sound of silver shaking in a purse, which was really pleasant to the ear.

(End of this chapter)