Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times

As soon as Liu Hua finished speaking, Jing Dazhi pushed Jing Weizhi to the ground again and began searching his body with his large hands. Jing Weizhi flinched, humiliated by the invasive touch, but he had no room for resistance.

Enduring the humiliation, Jing Weizhi consoled himself, thankful for his intelligence and not bringing the deed with him. Moreover, he had spent a bit more money during registration, deliberately listing Fang Ge’er’s slave status under his own name as the head of the household.

As Jing Dazhi’s hands roamed, Jing Weizhi closed his eyes in disgust, vowing inwardly that one day he, Jing Weizhi, would make these ignorant people regretted their actions.

Jing Dazhi found only two taels of silver and tossed them at Jing Weizhi.

“He didn’t bring Fang Ge’er’s deed,” Jing Dazhi declared.

Jing Xingzhi sighed and shook his head, “Finding the deed is likely useless. Lan Cao mentioned before that Xiao Fangfang’s name is registered under their family’s name. According to the law, as long as you are the head of the household, you can buy and sell people.”

The group was left dumbfounded. The consensus among villagers was to avoid conflicts with officials, given the natural power in their hands.

Jing Xingzhi recognized that Jing Weizhi’s operation had violated rules, as the name of the buyer on the deed of sale was their mother, not Jing Weizhi. However, the credibility of the government was questionable, he wasn’t sure they could get their justice about this matter.

Jing Xingzhi proposed a plan, putting his hand on Liu Fang’s shoulder. “I plan to go to the town with Xiao Fangfang to have a look. Maybe he is a liar. We’ll stay there for one night, then go to the government and inquire.” He looked at the villagers, “How about it?”

Liu Fang agreed, “Yes, maybe it’s a lie. Xingzhi and I will go to the town first to have a look. Those who changed it blindly will definitely not count!”

Jing Dazhi, uncertain, offered, “Do you want us to accompany you?”

“No, thank you, everyone for coming to help today!” Jing Xingzhi declined with a smile, looking at Jing Weizhi.

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After arranging for them to ride the bullock cart, Jing Erniu accompanied Jing Xingzhi and Liu Fang to the town. Upon reaching the inn, Jing Erniu hesitated, offering, “How about I stay and accompany you?”

Liu Fang, unsure if letting Jing Erniu stayed would impact Jing Xingzhi, gave up the decision to him.

Jing Xingzhi inquired, “Is the cow deposit, okay?”

Jing Erniu reassured, “It’s okay, of course, it will be okay. I paid for an extra day and asked someone to take care of it. If you let me go back, all the money will be in vain.”

With this, Jing Erniu stayed.

In the afternoon, the trio took a boat to the county government office to verify the truth of Jing Weizhi’s claims. As expected, the result was vague, implying they should discuss the matter with Jing Weizhi, the head of the household.

Leaving the county government office, Jing Erniu sighed, revealing, “I heard that Jing Weizhi has a good relationship with the chief clerk of the county government. The clerk even mentioned the chief clerk.”

Running around the town, Jing Erniu was well-informed about the county’s news. Moreover, Jing Weizhi, instead of keeping a low profile after ingratiating himself with the chief clerk, used the relationship to acquire a new store at a low price in a prime location.

Comforting Jing Erniu, Jing Xingzhi suggested, “Let’s go back to town first. That couple treasures their son; they won’t do anything rashly.”

Jing Erniu nodded, holding back concerns about the potential consequences if Jing Weizhi moving his household registration out.

They couldn’t do much about Jing Weizhi’s family, but they could consider buying Fang Ge’er back from the middleman, as “people with slaves” wouldn’t easily sell their slave.

The three returned to town and checked into an inn to rest.

To save money, they booked two rooms in total. Jing Erniu stayed in one room, while Jing Xingzhi and Liu Fang shared another.

Upon entering the room, Liu Fang asked Jing Xingzhi, “What do you want to do?”

“Me?” Jing Xingzhi smiled. “What can I do? A poor little scholar, so oppressed.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You didn’t lose your treasure; you let Lan Cao escape on purpose.” Liu Fang wasn’t convinced that Jing Xingzhi was helpless, especially considering his current strength.

Anxiously, Liu Fang pressed, “Tell me quickly!”

“Ouch, my shoulder hurts.” Jing Xingzhi sat on the bed, grinning, and turned his shoulder to Liu Fang.

Liu Fang rolled his eyes at him and flopped down on the bed. “Oh, I’m about to be sold. I feel… so miserable!”

Jing Xingzhi looked back at him, appreciating how Liu Fang pretended to be more miserable than he was.

Seeing Liu Fang laying comfortably, Jing Xingzhi joined him on the bed.

Laying side by side, Jing Xingzhi said seriously, “I plan to give them a big gift tonight by changing the feng shui of their house.”

“It’s a good gift. They really aren’t a good person. It’s disgusting to think about it. When they separated, they took all the scholar’s belongings and left us with nothing. It’s a different kind of murder!” Liu Fang expressed deep anger recalling the memories that Fang Ge’er didn’t dare to forget.

“Who knows, this is ancient times. People don’t hold officials accountable, let alone a sick widower. She died of illness just because she said she was feeling sick.” Jing Xingzhi sighed, he should focus on the imperial examination and gain power.

No wonder in those stories about transmigration, anyone with a bad background would want to take the imperial examination. It wasn’t that they have advantages in taking the imperial examination, but it was the only way to protect themselves, their families’ wealth, security, and mental health!

Liu Fang was lost in thought, reflecting on what Jing Xingzhi considered. With his business talent, he wondered if he could make a business that attracted people and earned money.

Liu Fang looked at the top of the hemp tent. “Xingzhi, what do you think I can do in this ancient time? I originally wanted to do business, drive the economy, and improve productivity. Even many primary-generation machines that can replace labor can be introduced. But in the current situation… there is really no guarantee.”

Jing Xingzhi sighed softly, “Let’s take it slow at first, keep a low profile, and start in the village. Lead everyone to prosper together. As for others, they may worship me as the talented scholar, and you will hold my thigh when I succeed.”

After Jing Xingzhi finished speaking, he playfully extended an arm, teasing Liu Fang.

Liu Fang hugged his arm and remarked, “Whose thigh is this? Why is it so thin! Is it enough to hug?”

Jing Xingzhi, dressed as a normal man, aiming to pursue the imperial examination and needed to be cautious in displaying his talents, while Liu Fang assumed the role of a shuanger and a wife. Compared to his previous position as a boss, there was a significant difference.

Fearing that Liu Fang might feel uneasy, Jing Xingzhi playfully teased him and said seriously, “Don’t talk about the third leg like that.”

In the past, Jing Xingzhi had picked up a fair share of dirty jokes in the boys’ dormitory.

However, Liu Fang didn’t seem to take teasing lightly, blushing when provoked. Liu Fang retorted, “I mean your arms are thin!”

Jing Xingzhi lowered his voice, whispering, “Xiao Fangfang, why are you blushing~”

Liu Fang sighed, “Be more serious!”

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Midnight, at the third watch.

Jing Xingzhi placed a Ningxin Talisman on top of Liu Fang’s quilt, then set out alone, leaving the inn to walk towards Jing Weizhi’s residence.

After a short walk, Jing Xingzhi arrived at his destination.

Looking up, he could sense a furious energy hovering above the house. At first glance, this energy suppressed surrounding malevolent spirits, nurturing the fate people inside. Consequently, Jing Weizhi accumulated more wealth, and his life proceeded smoothly.

“It’s a shame that such a good place is in the hands of someone like him.”

Jing Xingzhi carefully circled the house, his brows gradually furrowing. The vitality above the master bedroom was unexpectedly mixed with traces of a deathly aura, faint enough that without the Qi training he practiced, he might not have detected it.

Climbing over the wall and entering the courtyard, Jing Xingzhi aimed to uncover the details. He hesitated to take action.

Could it be that Jing Weizhi brought this upon himself, and the heavens couldn’t bear to watch?

Inside the house, a cobblestone path welcomed him, flanked by pools of water adorned with lotus flowers. The vibrant scenery conveyed a sense of wind and water, creating a well-designed layout.

Going further inside, there was the front yard. The house has a square layout, characterized as regular, initially a stable pattern. However, as Jing Xingzhi walked, he cursed inwardly.

The person who originally decorated the house must have understood Feng Shui, but their knowledge was limited. It was this half-understanding that became detrimental!

The house was adorned in various places to gather energy and wealth. Normally, adhering to the rules should ensure safety. However, this house inadvertently collided with an unfavorable configuration, resulting in a backlash that harmed the occupants!

Jing Xingzhi’s father, just called him Father Jing, was the first owner of the house. After the house was built, the shop under his wife’s name prospered, indicating good fortune for the family.

However, Father Jing, was in poor health, couldn’t withstand the Feng Shui backlash. Failing the imperial examinations multiple times, he suffered a serious illness.

Next, the second owner was Mother Jing, who faced her husband’s passing and was already grappling with some hidden illnesses due to grief. Adding to that, managing the entire family alone drained her energy.

Later, Mother Jing accidentally took a fall, and the house’s Feng Shui influence brought her closer to death. Ultimately, Jing Weizhi and Lan Cao deliberately cut off Mother Jing chance of survival.

Both previous owners had met unfortunate ends. The third occupant became Jing Weizhi.

At the time, Jing Weizhi was still young and robust, able to withstand the backlash without recognizing its existence.

That morning, Jing Weizhi visited Jingjia Village. He wasn’t dead or disabled, but seriously injured. The accumulated life force, which had strengthened over time, invaded the master bedroom.

The death energy generated by this house aligned with the saying, “Take advantage of his illness and kill him!”

If Jing Xingzhi didn’t intervene, in another year and a half, Jing Weizhi might be dead.

However, a year and a half were too long for Jing Xingzhi to wait.