Sandan said to the waiter: "Did you make a mistake? They invited me to dinner, how can I pay for it?"
The waiter said calmly: "That's right, they made it clear that you pay."
Sandan: "..."
He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and patiently said to the waiter: "Think clearly, I am a dishwasher, am I crazy? Inviting so many people to dinner."
The waiter said: "Who knows if you are crazy? Anyway, you did invite so many people to dinner."
Sandan screamed angrily and said, "What evidence do you have?"
The waiter said: "Of course I have evidence. When I opened the door to serve food just now, I heard with my own ears that you told the old man that you two were half-brothers."
"Since we are brothers, shouldn't you pay the bill for the meal they eat? And when they left, they told me personally that it was you who paid the bill."
Sandan was silent for a while, nodded slowly, and said to the waiter: "I understand, I understand everything, I am being plotted against."
The waiter rolled his eyes and said, "I don't know if you have been tricked, and I don't care about your messy things. I just want to ask you, when will you pay."
Sandan said: "How much do you want?"
The waiter said a number.
Sandan figured it out and said to the waiter: "I don't have that much money, you'd better call the boss over."
Soon, the boss arrived.
After a dispute, the two parties finally reached an agreement. Sandan would continue to work for the boss and would not receive wages for half a year. During this period, the boss would take care of food and housing.
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So, the matter was finally settled.
And Sandan also understood that he had been tricked.
I didn’t expect that. Never imagined. I didn't expect that my fellow villagers would be so cruel.
It’s okay to drive him out of the village, but even then he won’t let him go, but he still wants to chase him here, eat and drink for free, and burden himself with debts.
Sandan suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed: "Are there people like this in the world?"
Now he has nothing but hatred for his neighbors.
Of course, Sandan is also powerless. Even if he is a very arrogant fellow villager, what can he do?
He has been supervised by his boss and cannot go out if nothing happens. After all, he still has to work to pay off his debts.
At the same time, the villagers returned to their hometowns with happy faces.
The villager said to the village chief with a flattering look on his face: "You still have something to do. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous. Our meal will be in vain, and we will be stigmatized in vain. If anyone knows, we and That guy is from the same village, isn’t that the end?”
The village chief hummed and said calmly: "Yes. So we must be careful not to reveal our flaws, and we must have nothing to do with Sandan in the future."
Everyone nodded vigorously.
At this moment, a carriage stopped in the village, and several neatly dressed people jumped out of the carriage.
The village chief asked curiously: "This... who is this?"
After seeing the villagers, those people smiled slightly and said, "Hello."
This is the most popular greeting in Xianyang City, and it is said to have originated from Shangjun Courtyard.
Have those villagers ever seen such a posture? Everyone was frightened and said respectfully: "I have met you all, sir."
These people chuckled and said, "What are you talking about? We are reporters from the General's tabloid."
The villagers looked confused and didn't understand what this meant.
However, although the villagers did not understand, they also knew that these people were important people, so they were respectful and reserved when facing them.
These reporters stopped one of the villagers and asked with a smile: "Are you and Yangwei from the same hometown?"
The villager was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, we are from the same hometown."
The reporter added: "Then do you know anything about him?"
The villager was a little hesitant.
The reporter took out a small bunch of copper coins and said, "This is your information fee."
The villager's eyes suddenly lit up, he nodded repeatedly and said, "I understand, I understand."
The reporter smiled slightly and said, "So, can you tell us what characteristics this person has?"
The man thought for a while and said: "This man's name is Sandan. The reason is actually quite strange. It is because when we were children, we once dug out a bird's nest. When we dug out the bird's nest, there was an egg in the bird's nest."
"It was relatively poor at that time, and people rarely had eggs, so when they saw bird eggs, they all wanted them very much. During the dispute, Sandan put the eggs in his mouth."
"Actually, you have to know that no one is willing to eat bird eggs, including Sandan. He actually wanted to keep them in his mouth and spit them out after he escaped."
"It turned out that the scene was quite chaotic. Sandan couldn't hold it back and swallowed the bird's egg."
"After he swallowed it, everyone gave him a good beating. Then... he got the nickname Three-Egged."
The reporters were confused: "What do you mean? Did he swallow three bird eggs?"
The villager said: "No, I only swallowed one."
The reporter said in confusion: "I only swallowed one, why do you call it Sandan?"
A sweet smile appeared on the villager's face: "What do you think?"
reporter:"……"
One reporter responded quickly. He coughed dryly and said, "Actually, this matter is not too important. We only need to know that his name is Sandan."
He said to the villager: "What kind of person is this Sandan?"
The villager was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether these big shots were Sandan's friends or enemies, so he said cautiously: "Sandan... he usually seems quite honest, and he is an honest person."
The reporters jotted it down: Neighbors said Sandan was an honest man.
The villagers curiously asked the reporter: "What are you sitting on?"
The reporter said: "Didn't we already tell you? We are reporters and we are here to investigate Sandan's situation."
The villager snorted and said, "I suddenly remembered that the village chief once showed us a newspaper, which once wrote something about Sheep Tail."
The reporters smiled and said, "Yes, we also reported on the sheep's tail incident."
The villager exclaimed, suddenly realized, and said, "Then I understand, then I understand."
The villagers did get it.
It seems that these reporters and Yangwei are in the same group, and who doesn't know that Yangwei and his father are on the same page?
In other words, this time I have to say some bad things about Sandan.
So the villager said: "Actually, I have noticed a long time ago that these three eggs are not good things."
The reporters asked curiously: "How do you say this?"
The villager said: "I remember when I was a kid, we made an appointment to go see someone take a bath."
The reporter looked at the villagers in confusion: "Watching people take a bath? Why do you want to watch people taking a bath? What's so good about taking a bath?"
The villager coughed dryly and said, "There is really nothing interesting about men taking a bath. What we are watching is a woman taking a bath."
The reporter suddenly understood.
The villager said: "Originally there was a small hole in the wall. We made an appointment to look at it for a while. After looking at it, we had to take turns."
"Who would have thought that this guy Sandan would be lying on the wall looking endless. No matter how much we pulled him, he wouldn't come down. It was fine if he refused to come down, but he actually threatened us, saying that if we tried to pull him again, he would Scream it out so we all can’t see it.”
reporter:"……"
The villager said: "Isn't this enough to prove his badness?"
The reporter coughed dryly and said: "It seems... that's okay. But do you have anything more specific? Something more serious?"
The villager thought for a while and said, "Also, during the autumn harvest, he used to secretly cut other people's wheat."
In fact, it was not Sandan who cut the wheat, but someone else.
But the villagers can't control that much. Reporters like to listen, so he has to talk. The more he talks, the more satisfied he will be with these reporters, the better. Therefore, the bad things done by others were all blamed on Sandan.
The reporters were a little disappointed. Why did they talk for so long and it was all about trivial matters?
So they asked the villagers: "You guys... do you know that Sandan once sold his daughter?"
The villagers were stunned for a moment and said, "So you are here to ask this?"
The reporter nodded.
The villager snorted and said, "Is this a big deal?"
The reporter was stunned: "Isn't this a big deal?"
The villager said: "Of course it's nothing. Think about it, we are so poor here, how much money can we make in a year? Now the bride price is so high, how can we get a wife if we have a son at home?"
"The only way to make money is to marry off your daughter. Receive a large sum of money as a gift and then marry your son."
"Isn't this normal? How can this be considered selling my daughter?"
The reporters wrote it down on paper: The villagers here don't think there is any problem, but are used to it.
A reporter was somewhat unconvinced by the villagers' theory and said, "But have you ever thought about it? If you don't charge such a high bride price, it won't be too difficult for your son to find a wife."
The villager said: "What you said is wrong. If you don't accept a bride price, how do you know whether the other party has money? What if your daughter is not happy after marrying?"
The reporter was stunned for a moment and said, "So, you still care about your daughter?"
The villager said: "Of course we care. We also hope that our daughter will find a good family."
The reporter was silent for a while and then said to the villagers: "One more thing, I'm a little curious. Since having a son is a loss-making business and having a daughter is a profitable business, why don't you just have a daughter? Why do you still have to have a son? Woolen cloth?"
The villager said: "You don't understand this. On the surface, having a daughter seems to be a profitable business, but actually having a son is."
"Having a son is only difficult when marrying a wife, but once the son grows up, it will be a huge labor force."
"Whether it is plowing or doing labor, he is a good hand. In addition, as long as there are many boys in the family, he can walk around in the village and no one dares to mess with him."
The reporter yelled and said, "Is that so?"
The villager said: "Of course it is. In addition to this, if one of his sons has a skill, then the whole family can be proud of their ancestors."
"What's the use of a daughter? Can a daughter take the imperial examination? Can a daughter fight? So daughters are raised by others."
"I heard that some dignitaries outside have been saying that men and women are equal. In fact, in Xianyang City, men and women may be equal, but in a small place like ours, it is absolutely impossible."
"In our place, if men and women want to be equal, one thing must be achieved first, that is, the benefits that men and women bring to the family are the same. Otherwise, how can men and women be equal? Can men and women be equal with just one order?"
The reporters couldn't help but nodded, feeling that what the villager said made sense.
A reporter said curiously: "Looking at your eloquent talk, which is well-founded and logical, it is admirable. Are you the head of this village?"
The villager said with some embarrassment: "I am actually not the village chief."
The reporter said: "Isn't it?"
The villager said: "I have just been thinking about these issues for many years, half my life. There are very few things in the village. I will think about these when I have nothing to do."
"You only think about one thing in your life, how can you think of something clearly?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Then, the reporter interviewed other people.
They asked a lot about Sheep Tail and San Dan.
But what we have collected more is the problem of favoring sons over daughters in rural areas.
These reporters suddenly felt that they had stumbled upon some more important information. It turns out that in the vast rural areas, these poor people have their own logic of survival.
This set of survival logic cannot be said to be wrong. It can only be said that he is a product of the current living environment.
The reporters sent the collected materials back to Xianyang City overnight.
As for the village chief, he stomped his feet in regret when he heard that the reporter had left. In fact, he had a lot to say.
How can I thank the court and be loyal to the emperor.
Unfortunately, the reporter failed to interview him and missed such a good opportunity.
…………
On this day, the General tabloid published another explosive article.
After seeing it, all the ministers nodded in agreement. It seems that things in the world are really not that easy.
The saint's speeches are always very few, as if the world is peaceful and can be governed by the rule of law.
In fact, that kind of governance just barely allowed the people to survive, and barely allowed the imperial power and nobles to be temporarily safe.
No one has ever paid attention to the living conditions of the people at the bottom or their survival logic.
Now, someone is paying attention.
Now, these courtiers felt that their horizons had broadened.
They began to think about what it means to truly pray for the people.
