Young lady, a famous scholar... Many people in the shop know that the ink she used may have been stolen from our Han Lei ink."

The other guys heard this and agreed one after another.

The girl in a red coat, her cheeks smeared with black and dirty ink, lowered her head, making no excuses or making a sound.

Yan Liulang saw from the corner of his eye that her face was calm, as if she hadn't heard anything, and her eyes were a little dull, as if she was wandering in a distant place.

Yan Liulang had no expression on his face. He held the knife and glanced sideways at Mo Gong, the complaining clerk, and twitched the corner of his mouth:

How could such a little girl steal fifty ingots of ink? She couldn't move it out in one night. Besides, this girl is obviously not gregarious. You are all human beings, how can you let her steal fifty ingots of ink right under your nose?

There is a high probability of false accusation.

However, we still had to go through the process to check, and Yan Liulang came forward to let people in.

In the room, the girl in the red coat spoke very little. When Yan Liulang asked him a question, she would answer without talking nonsense.

She explained exactly where the ink she used to sell folding fans and other items came from. Yan Liulang listened carefully, investigated, and found that there was indeed nothing wrong with the ink she used.

With the rest, she secretly packed some back...

As for whether this small incident of plundering violated the rules set by the Hanlei Mo Studio owner, Yan Liulang didn't know. He was checking the deficit of fifty ink sticks and didn't meddle in other people's business.

He shook his head and reminded: "Okay, you can go back. Don't do such cheap things in the future. Be careful of being sued to your employer."

Huang Xuan, who was about to bury her head and leave, paused for a moment, raised her dark face, and looked at Yan Liulang, with a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

Yan Liulang didn't care, he waved his hand, and the tomboy-looking red-coat girl trotted out of the house with short legs. Seeing that she came out intact, many onlookers outside, including the monkey-faced clerk who complained, looked disappointed.

Not long after, after checking the group of workers, except for the suspected chief steward and the treasury guard, the others were temporarily let go.

During today's investigation, the boss gave the workers who had been cleared of suspicion a holiday and sent them to work in advance. Before Huang Xuan left, she washed her hands with well water and exposed a white arm, which attracted the attention of one or two workers.

However, she didn't wash her face. As usual, she kept the ink stains on her face dirty, but it didn't attract much attention.

All this was seen by the female officials in green clothes on the side. The leading middle-aged female official nodded slightly and looked at her...

Huang Xuan, who was short in stature, did not know that she had caught the attention of the female officer Si Tianjian. She followed the crowd and left the workshop and finished work early.

On the street where the autumn wind was blowing the fallen leaves at the door, Huang Xuan wrapped her shabby red coat tightly around her body, squatted down under the contemptuous and disgusting eyes of some people, and immersed herself in picking up a few red leaves that were in good condition.

After a while, I looked up at the sky and saw "Wearing a little red coat" running away quickly with his short legs, as if it was approaching noon and he was anxious to go back to cook.

The people around her were used to it. This girl's mother ran away with a wild man, and she was raised by a cowardless father. The father was a heartless fool who moved goods and did hard labor at Xunyangdu Wharf.

Recently, I heard that I went to the Twin Peaks to participate in the construction project of the Giant Buddha presided over by Master Changshi.

The father and daughter depended on each other and rented a leaky wooden house on the edge of Xingzifang, near the outskirts of the city.

However, this girl is very diligent with her hands and feet. Unfortunately, due to her gender and her withdrawn behavior, she does not fit in with others in Hanlei Mo Studio...

Not long after Huang Xuan left the house, at the door of the Ink Studio, a fat-faced shopkeeper who had also passed the review and was cleared of suspicion came out, followed by a monkey-faced clerk.

The fat shopkeeper’s soybean-sized eyes were staring at tomboy Huang Xuan’s short back. The monkey-faced boy followed behind and sneered:

"This little girl is really tougher than a cow. She never follows us. Those folding fans and the words and poems on the red leaves are nothing that an ordinary little girl can write. She has such a talent for reading and writing at such a young age.

What are you selling folding fans and red leaves? It would be a pity not to go to the brothel next door to sell them for money."

The fat shopkeeper reluctantly withdrew his gaze: "It only takes two years to cultivate a thirteen or fourteen-year-old talented courtesan, package it up a little, and auction her virginity on her first night. That's what Xunyang celebrities are good at, and introduce her to the people who will make a difference.

If she doesn't follow the road, she really deserves to be like her stupid father, living under someone else's roof every day and carrying bricks at the dock."

The monkey-faced waiter suddenly said: "The old madam of the brothel next door privately offered a price. As long as someone can get this stubborn girl to go to the building and take the initiative to sell her body, she will take out fifty taels of silver as reward."

"Fifty taels... Hey, this slim body is so damn valuable." The fat shopkeeper lowered his voice: "I have a plan."

"Oh? Say it quickly."
Chapter completed!