Into Unscientific Chapter 103

  Chapter 103 This cheating halo

  After confirming that Xu Yun is not a ghost, the actions of Lao Duguan and others are relatively bolder.

  However, the master they followed was a literati after all, and at this time the whole country valued civility more than martial arts, so although the old governor and a group of servants didn't like Xu Yun's disturbing the stability of the mansion, they just used sticks to hold him around his neck.

   There is no rope tied, no hand pushing and yelling.

that's it.

   A group of people bustled to the atrium, just in time to meet the old man who followed the servants to the backyard.

  Old Duguan stopped quickly, and saluted with all the servants:

   "Hello, sir."

  The old man bowed his head slightly to pay tribute. He first glanced at Xu Yun, and then asked the old supervisor inexplicably:

   "In the first year, who is this person?"

  The old supervisor turned his head to look at Xu Yun, and snorted coldly:

   "Master, this person is the water ghost howling in the middle of the night at the bottom of the well in the South Chamber, but he is actually just a thief who broke into the house at night and fell into the water!"

   "A thief?"

  The old man took the torch from the servant beside him, and looked at Xu Yun by the light of the fire.

   After a while, his brows frowned slightly.

  Although this person's clothes are a bit special, judging from his skin color, he doesn't look like a gentleman in Liangshang anyway, right?

To know.

  Although this era is known as the richest in history, even in Bianjing, there are not many people who can be as delicate and tender as the person in front of them.

  At this time, some of the more famous Liangshang gentlemen, such as Wen Tong and Liu Zhong, all of them were thin and wretched in their portraits.

   Not to mention that although this person's clothes are weird, the pair of boots on his feet are extraordinary. Judging from the fine texture, it may require extremely fine craftsmanship to make.

  If you use it to kill yourself, it shouldn't be a big problem to get seven or eight taels of silver.

  Then the old man pondered for a moment, and said to Xu Yun:

   "I don't know the surname of this gentleman? Why did Kui Ye break into the old man's house?"

  Xu Yun subconsciously opened his mouth when he heard the words, but he didn't know how to answer:

  The old man's words were obviously aimed at the latter, but how should he explain his actions?

   Originally, Xu Yun thought that the well he fell into was obviously not the kind of original well built by a small household in a small courtyard. The well width of 1.5 meters was probably a public well, and the explanation of falling into the well in the middle of the night could barely handle it.

  However, the courtyard wall at this time is high and deep, and his previous rhetoric is obviously useless.

   More importantly, at present, I have not received any information related to the dynasty or the target, even if it is a guess, I can't guess.

   So Xu Yun opened and closed his lips a few times, but finally chose to remain silent.

   And Xu Yun's expression of hesitant to speak but finally silent, in the eyes of the old man, it has another meaning.

  This super genius who was called "Oriental Da Vinci" by later generations, although he was very old at this time, his brain power had not deteriorated at all.

  I saw a lot of knowledge quickly flipping through his mind, and suddenly thought of something:

  If I remember correctly, something happened to the biggest boat in Bianjing last night. It is rumored that several male actors escaped.

   Then he looked at the old supervisor and continued to ask:

   "In the first year, does this person have a badge?"

   "Never seen."

   "Guidance guide?"

   "I haven't found it either."

   "What's there?"

  The old supervisor took a box and two packages from others:

   "Only these three objects."

"open to take a look."

  The old supervisor put three things on the table in the court, and took them apart one after another, revealing the things inside.

  The old man walked forward slowly and looked at them one by one:

  Scattered gold and silver—well, the soft things that were randomly picked up when fleeing.

   Something like dough—well, when I left the boat, I took the pastry that was about to be filled and accidentally soaked in water.

  The small knife stored in another ball of cloth—this kind of small knife, which is less than a foot long, might not be the knife for peeling apples in the waiter's room?

   As for the last hood

  By the way, maybe it is a favorite headgear of a benefactor?

  The old man felt as if Bao Longtu possessed himself at this time, inheriting the glorious tradition of the governor of Kaifeng, and guessed the identity of this person meticulously and accurately.

   No wonder he has no badge;

   No wonder he was dressed strangely;

   No wonder he kept silent;

   It's no wonder that he ran to his mansion in a panic at night, neither going to the main room nor the east and west rooms, but chose the south room where the servants lived.

  All of this is because this person is a

  Actor!

  Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

  Perhaps most of the impressions of later generations on the term "male actor" can be attributed to Xianggongtangzi in the Qing Dynasty, which is the Danjiao in Peking Opera.

But in fact.

  In the long history of local feudal dynasties, almost every dynasty had the profession of male actors.

   Male actors flourished in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and declined slightly in the Tang Dynasty, but the male **** trend gradually rose again in the Song Dynasty.

  Because there are so many men blatantly being Juan, the authorities had to intervene:

   "The man is Juan, with a staff of one hundred, and a reward of fifty sticks for the accuser."

  But just like there are still a lot of industries in later generations, the law cannot absolutely restrict the appearance of male actors.

  On the contrary, the constraints of the law have made the male actor industry slowly grow in the dark side, and it has radiated a large area.

  And unlike female prostitutes, if female prostitutes have active (redemption by benefactors) or passive (old and beautiful) ways of rehabilitating the good, then the fate of male actors will undoubtedly be much more miserable.

  Because of the dark industry, most of the male actors do not have their hometown badges.

  When the master felt that the male actor could not bring enough benefits, he would contact the government and arrange for the male actor to be the scapegoat.

  If it's the kind of exile and distribution, it's okay to talk about it, but if you meet a death row prisoner who paid a lot of money, then the actor's result will be very miserable.

  When the old man was in power, he strongly demanded that the court implement the law prohibiting the persecution of male actors.

  However, the relevant forces are too huge, and the old man is no match for four hands, so he has no choice but to give up in the end.

   For this reason, he also made the only move in his life that belonged to a 'popular':

  Whoever one of my students or old friends likes male actors, the former will be expelled from the court, and the latter will cut off his robes and judge his justice!

  Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help feeling somewhat sympathetic to Xu Yun's experience.

  Then he thought for a while, and said to Laodu:

   "In the first year, you took this person to the South Chamber and vacated a bedroom to settle him down temporarily.

   Provide a little food every day, and you can walk around the mansion for a while after the meal, but you need to be accompanied by a guard. "

   "Decree!"

  Old Duguan nodded, but there was a trace of hesitation on his face:

   "But sir"

  The old man raised his eyelids and glanced at him, saying:

   "In the first year, you have been by my side for dozens of years. If you have something to do, it's okay to say it."

  Old Duguan continued:

   "But master, is this person alone like this? Doesn't it need to be reported to the government?"

  The old man shook his head, confident in his judgment:

   "This person is just a poor man, look at his body, under close supervision, what dangerous things can he do?

   In another month, you and I will return to Jingkou, and we have the right to raise him for a month, no more than some rice and vegetables.

  If there is nothing abnormal, after returning home, take him as a tenant, and spend this life as a farmer, at least it is better than losing your life.”

   Seeing that his master has made up his mind, the old man stopped talking and accepted his orders.

   Packed up Xu Yun's belongings, and took him back to the South Wing.

   Two quarters of an hour later.

  A bedroom of seven or eight square meters was vacated, and Xu Yun washed the black dog blood off his body, and changed into a linen and blue dress.

  Old Duguan sent someone to bring a pot of hot soup, then he exited the door and locked the door.

  In the house.

  Xu Yun scalded his feet while looking at the two bells bound by Lao Duguan on his ankles, and sighed faintly:

   "So, which dynasty is this?"

   I recently saw a type of video on Bilibili, which is a reset version of the real shot from the last century. It is very interesting. If you are interested, you can go and watch it

  (end of this chapter)

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