Women Wearing Men: The Growth Path of the Bastards of the Aristocratic Family

Mazi froze for a moment, and then quickly realized that he deliberately accentuated his pronunciation to make his Mandarin sound more correct: "I am really from Baoding Prefecture. Our dialects are very different, and the pronunciation is different for ten miles. You That doesn't sound normal."

Just now Gu Yunji's words reminded everyone that many people were secretly looking at Mazi at the moment, and even the refugees suspected his identity, and lowered their heads to discuss something in a low voice with the people beside them.

A policeman narrowed his eyes and stared at Mazi for a while, then suddenly found something, pointed at him and exclaimed, "Isn't this... Huang Ermazi!"

Gu Yunji suddenly turned his head and looked at the policeman named Feng Song: "Do you know him?"

"Yes, I know him!" Feng Song looked dazed, pointed at him and said to Gu Yunji, "His name is Huang Ermazi, his real name is Huang Dachuan, he is a local, he lives in Pingkang Lane, Xicheng District, and he is not a Baoding Mansion at all. Come refugees!"

Huang Ermazi didn't expect to be recognized so quickly, so he quickly covered his face with his hair and buried his head, covering his head and said in a low voice, "I, I'm not a Huang Ermazi, you recognized the wrong person!"

Feng Song laughed angrily: "Jiang Ermazi, do you still want to hide? Let me tell you, I will recognize you even when you turn into ashes!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and lifted Huang Ermazi's head, revealing his dirty face, pointing to a scar on his forehead and saying, "Look, Mr. Gu, this scar is where he went four years ago." When other people's house was stolen, the owner found out and threw stones at it, and I was there at the time, so it can't be wrong!"

Feng Song let go of his hand, turned around and stood next to Gu Yunji, and said, "This Huang Ermazi is just a rascal, and he doesn't have a real business. He makes a living by thieves on weekdays. He hasn't committed any major crimes. He is caught every time. If I let him go, I can't change it. I also said that I haven't seen anyone these days, I don't know where I went, and I didn't expect to come here to eat porridge!"

Being caught on the spot, Huang Ermazi's face turned red and turned white, and he said stiffly: "This is the porridge given by the Hangzhou government, and I didn't say that local people can't come to pick it up, so I just want to drink a bowl to fill my stomach, can't I? "

Feng Song couldn't bear it any longer, spat at him, and said angrily, "Jiang Ermazi, you are really shameless! This is the porridge prepared for the disaster victims. They have been hungry for months and have never eaten a serious meal." How many mouthfuls are you willing to grab?"

Huang Ermazi's face was thicker than the city wall, and he didn't feel ashamed at all: "I'm very hungry too! My family is so poor that I can't even open the pot. I haven't eaten for several days. Why can't I compete with them? Besides, I'm still a local, and the government doesn't care about it." Should you take care of me first?"

"You!" Feng Song was so angry that he raised his leg and wanted to hit him, but was stopped by Gu Yunji.

Gu Yunji didn't want to mess around with such an unreasonable person, so he simply bent down, grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, and threw it straight into the porridge bucket.Then he picked up the spoon and stirred again, fully mixed the sand and porridge, scooped out a bowl and handed it to Huang Ermazi:

"The porridge you want, drink it."

Huang Ermazi looked at the white porridge mixed with a little sand in the bowl, his throat rolled, and he didn't reach out to pick it up for a long time.

Seeing this, Gu Yunji sneered, put the porridge bowl on the table beside him, and asked, "Don't you want to drink porridge? Why don't you drink it now? If you are really hungry for several days, then naturally you can eat anything How can you care about a little sand in this porridge?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the group of sallow-faced and emaciated refugees in front of him: "I believe that if it were them just now, they must have drank cleanly, and they would not hesitate like you at all."

In order to prevent people from being greedy for petty gains, the porridge given to the refugees has always been mixed with a small amount of sand.It's just that I was in a hurry today and didn't take care of it. I didn't expect that such a small omission would almost let someone like Huang Ermazi take advantage of it.

Huang Ermazi was left speechless by what he said, but he didn't want to bow his head. He forcefully argued: "The reason why I don't drink it is not because I dislike the sand in it, but because I worry that the government will care about what happened last night and want to assassinate us. In case you What if there is poison inside?"

Hearing this, Gu Yunji narrowed his eyes and his expression turned cold.

He turned around and picked up the bowl of porridge that had just been placed on the table, and waved it around in front of everyone, with a clear voice: "Everyone, take care."

Then, he raised his neck, rolled his throat and swallowed the porridge mixed with sand.

"Mr. Gu..." Seeing his movement, Feng Song wanted to stop him, but he didn't have time, so he could only watch him finish the porridge.

The porridge is sloppy, the rice fragrance is very strong, and the entrance is smooth. Occasionally, you can feel the roughness of the sand, but there is no strange smell. Apart from affecting the taste, there is no major problem.

Gu Yunji licked the porridge stains on the corners of his lips, turned the empty bowl upside down for everyone to see clearly, then casually put it back on the table, making a soft crash.He looked at Huang Ermazi kneeling on the ground with burning eyes:

"How? Now you should believe that there is no poison in it, right?"

His move not only shocked Huang Ermazi, but also shocked everyone present.

Feng Song used to think that the so-called help from the students of Luxi Academy was just lip service. that's all

This porridge is mixed with dirty sand, and just looking at it will make people lose their appetite. Except for the refugees who have been starving for a long time, anyone who has enough to eat on weekdays will not want to try it.Not to mention that the young master of a wealthy family like Gu Yunji, who looked like he was raised from a young age, must have been very delicate in his daily food, how could he drink such porridge, which is not delicious at all and can only be used to feed his stomach?
But Gu Yunji not only drank this bowl of porridge just now, but also drank it so cleanly and neatly, without being picky or disgusted at all, and without any pretensions of a prince from an aristocratic family, Feng Song couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

Huang Ermazi didn't expect Gu Yunji to be willing to drink this porridge himself, and now all excuses were blocked by him, and he had nothing to say for a while.

He has nothing to say, but Gu Yunji has something to say.He crossed his arms and thought for a moment, as if he remembered something, he leaned over to look into Huang Ermazi's eyes and asked, "Just now, Detective Feng said quickly, I haven't seen you for a long time, then you must have been in the refugee camp." Duili, have you been staying outside the city?"

"But judging from the situation you just provoked and took the risk, can I boldly guess that you were also among the people who took the lead in bewitching the refugees to rush into the city gate last night?"

Hearing this, Huang Ermazi suddenly raised his head, and met Gu Yunji's bottomless eyes, which were so cold that he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Huang Ermazi shivered from the cold eyes, broke out in cold sweat, and argued incoherently: "I, I, I, I didn't, it wasn't me... I didn't crash the city gate, I, I didn't participate in anything ..."

Gu Yunji looked at him shaking like a sifter, and a wave of disdain welled up in his heart.

Just like a bear, he really didn't have the guts to fight head-to-head with the officers and soldiers.

However, judging from the fact that he was able to arouse the emotions of the refugees with just a few sentences, even if he didn't take the initiative to rush into the city gate, he should be able to stir up people's hearts inside. Maybe he was preparing to encourage the refugees to rush into the city, so that he could follow behind and harass the houses. Looting property is not innocent.

Thinking of this, Gu Yunji didn't want to listen to Huang Ermazi's sophistry, so he turned to the yamen servant next to him and said, "Okay, take him to the yamen and hand him over to the magistrate."

With the lessons learned from the past like Huang Ermazi, things went much smoother in the future. Queuing up, getting bowls, and getting porridge were all done in an orderly manner, and no one jumped out to make trouble.

Seeing the satisfied and peaceful appearance of the refugees when they drank the porridge, Gu Yunji let out a long sigh of relief. The string in his body that had been tense since returning to Hangzhou mansion finally relaxed a little: in this way, people's hearts have initially settled down.