After confirming that Xu Yun was a human and not a ghost, Lao Duguan and others became relatively bold in their actions.
However, the master they followed was a literati after all, and at this time, the country valued literature over martial arts. Therefore, although the old governor and the servants were not happy that Xu Yun had disturbed the peace of the house, they just held him around the neck with sticks.
There were no ropes tied up and no hands pushing or shouting.
that's all.
The group of people walked bustlingly to the atrium, and happened to meet the old man who was following the servants to the backyard.
The old governor quickly stopped and led everyone in Puyi to salute:
"Hello, sir."
The old man nodded slightly in greeting, glanced at Xu Yun first, and then asked the old supervisor without knowing why:
"In the first year, this person is...?"
The old supervisor turned to look at Xu Yun and snorted coldly:
"Sir, this person is the water ghost howling in the middle of the night at the bottom of the well in the South Chamber. In fact, he is just a thief who broke into the house at night and fell into the water by mistake!"
"Thieves?"
The old man took the torch from the servant beside him and looked at Xu Yun by the light of the fire.
After a moment, his brows wrinkled slightly.
Although this person's clothes are a bit special, judging from his skin color, he doesn't look like a gentleman in any way, right?
To know.
Although today's era is known as the richest in history, even in Bianjing City, there are not many people who can have such tender skin and tender flesh as the person in front of me.
At this time, some of the more famous Liang Shang gentlemen, such as Wen Tong and Liu Zhong, were all thin and wretched in appearance in their arrest portraits.
Not to mention that although this person's clothes are weird, the boots on his feet are extraordinary. Judging from the fine texture, it probably requires extremely fine craftsmanship to make them.
If it is used as a pawn, it should not 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 wonder what your surname is? Why did you break into my house at night?"
Hearing this, Xu Yun opened his mouth subconsciously, about to say something.
But the next second, a line of subtitles appeared in front of him:
[During task generation, the language module is temporarily closed, slightly ε(*･ω･)_/ﾟ:･☆]
Xu Yun: "......?"
Damn it, how can this be done together?
But Xu Yun's expression of wanting to speak but then being silent in the end had another meaning in the eyes of the old man.
Although this super genius, who was later known as the 'Leonardo Da Vinci of the East', was already very old, his brain power had not deteriorated at all.
He saw many things he had seen and heard quickly in his mind, and suddenly thought of something:
If I remember correctly, something seemed to have happened to the largest painting boat in Bianjing City last night. It was 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 belt?"
"Never seen it."
"Disc guide?"
"Not found either."
"What's that?"
The old supervisor took a box and two packages from someone else:
"Only these three objects."
"open to take a look."
The old supervisor placed the three items on the table in the courtyard, opened them one after another, and revealed the contents.
The old man walked forward slowly and looked at each one:
Scattered gold and silver—well, the pieces picked up randomly when escaping.
Something similar to dough—well, when I left the boat, I took with me a pastry that I was going to fill my stomach with but was accidentally soaked in water.
The knife stored in another ball of cloth - this kind of knife is less than a foot tall, maybe it is not the knife used to peel apples in the waiting room?
As for the last hood...
By the way, maybe it's a headgear that a certain patron likes?
The old man felt as if he was possessed by Bao Longtu at this moment, inheriting the glorious tradition of Kaifeng Prefecture Yin, and accurately and accurately guessed the identity of this person.
No wonder he doesn’t have a belt;
No wonder he was dressed strangely;
No wonder he kept silent;
No wonder he ran to his house in a panic all night long. He neither went to the main room nor the east and west wings, but chose the south wing where the servants lived...
All of this is because this person is...
Actor!
Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but feel a trace of regret in his eyes.
The impression of the term male actor in later generations may be mostly attributed to the Xianggongtangzi of the Qing Dynasty, that is, the female actor in Peking Opera.
But in fact.
In the long history of local feudal dynasties, the profession of male actors existed in almost every dynasty.
Male actors flourished in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties and declined slightly in the Tang Dynasty. However, the trend of male erotica gradually rose again in the Song Dynasty.
Because there were so many men openly cheating on women, the authorities had to intervene:
"The man is Juan, he has a hundred sticks, and the one who accuses him will reward him with fifty sticks."
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 caused the male actor industry to slowly grow in the dark side, and radiated to a large area.
And unlike female prostitutes, if female prostitutes have active (the benefactor redeems themselves) or passive (old Zhu Huang Congliang) ways of repaying good deeds, then the fate of the male actors will undoubtedly be much more miserable.
Because of the dark industry, most of the male actors do not have nationality status.
When the owner feels that the actor cannot bring enough benefits, he will contact the government and arrange for the actor to be a scapegoat.
If it's the kind of person who was exiled to the army and distributed, it would be easier to say, but if you meet a death row prisoner who paid a lot of money, then the outcome for the actor will be very tragic.
When the old man first came to power, he once strongly requested the court to implement the law prohibiting the persecution of male actors.
However, the relevant forces were too huge, and the old man could not defeat the four with his two fists, so he had no choice but to give up.
To this end, he also made the only move in his life that belonged to a 'family':
If any of his students or old friends likes male actors, the former will be kicked out of the court, and the latter will have their robes cut off!
Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but sympathize with Xu Yun's experience.
Then he thought for a moment and said to Laodu:
"In the first year of the lunar calendar, you took this person to the south chamber and vacated a bedroom to temporarily house him.
A small amount of food is provided every day. After meals, you can simply walk around the house for a while, but you need to be accompanied by a guard. "
"Got the order!"
The old governor 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 of the year, you have been by my side for decades. If you have something to say, it doesn't matter."
The old man continued:
"But sir, is this person left alone like this? No need to report to the government?"
The old man shook his head, very confident in his judgment:
"This man is just a poor man. Look at his figure. Under close supervision, what dangerous things can he do?
In one month, you and I will return to Jingkou, and we can raise him for a month, with nothing more than a little rice and vegetables.
If there is no abnormality, we will accept him as a tenant after returning home and live out his life as a farmer. At least it will be better than losing his life..."
Seeing that his master had made up his mind, the old governor stopped talking and accepted the order.
He packed up Xu Yun's belongings and took him back to the south wing.
A quarter of an hour later.
A bedroom of seven or eight square meters was vacated. The old governor sent someone to bring a basin of hot soup, then walked out and locked the door.
inside the house.
While Xu Yun was scalding his feet, he looked at the two bells bound by Lao Duguan at his ankles and sighed quietly:
"So, which dynasty is this?"
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