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Cui Xiaoman thrust the water pipe into the ground and rolled her pant legs up to her knees as she charged forward. Just as Lin Dahe lifted his foot, he heard the system's warning: [Host's social skills level is insufficient, it is recommended to equip the "Endure and Swallow" buff].
The battle by the well was overwhelmingly one-sided. Aunt Ma, wrapped in a newly made indigo tunic, had her silver hairpin swaying wildly with her movements. "Cui girl, you run to the bachelor’s courtyard every day; your father’s coffin board..."
"Smack!"
Cui Xiaoman's laundry stick slammed into the puddle at Aunt Ma's feet, splattering mud all over the new tunic and creating a scene reminiscent of an abstract landscape painting. The onlooking women stifled their laughter, while Aunt Ma's face turned a deep shade of purple.
"Say that again?" Cui Xiaoman brandished her wet sleeve, revealing the toned muscles of her arm. As she advanced, Aunt Ma stumbled and knocked over the laundry basin. The soapy water mixed with dirt spilled over the bluestone slab, and Lin Dahe's old T-shirt, which he used as a rag, floated up from the bottom of the basin.
"What is this?!" Aunt Ma quickly grabbed the wet shirt. The torn section revealed the words "Agricultural University," barely visible through the stains, along with a molecular structure diagram of genetically modified crops printed on the back.
Cui Xiaoman lunged to snatch it back but was a moment too late. Aunt Ma was already waving the "evidence" as she burst out of the crowd, her silver hairpin glinting like a drawn sword. "Look! It's Lin Family Boy's demon symbol shirt!"
Lin Dahe felt his blood run cold. That Agricultural University shirt was his last modern memento, usually buried at the bottom of his box serving as a rag. Just as he was about to chase after her, a full-screen alert suddenly popped up from the system: [⚠️ Text taboo triggered! English markings may provoke accusations of "barbarian script"!]
Aunt Ma's scream attracted more villagers. Standing on the grinding stone, she shook out the T-shirt; the holes aligned perfectly to form a bizarre pattern from the molecular structure diagram. "This is what floated in last night's green light!"
Seventh Uncle squinted closer, his presbyopic vision distorting the English words into twisted tadpoles. "Looks like a spell from foreign monks..."
"It's Western agricultural scripture!" Lin Dahe thought quickly. "Look at this circle; doesn’t it resemble wheat? And this horizontal line is a plow furrow!" He snatched back the T-shirt and pointed at the molecular diagram, improvising, "Persians call this... this is called a symbol for abundant harvest!"
The crowd stirred with skepticism when suddenly, from afar came the sound of gongs announcing an official’s arrival. Two Yard Officers carrying a "Silence" sign turned into the alley, followed by a small blue canopy sedan—surprisingly, the county magistrate had come early to inspect spring plowing!
Aunt Ma dashed toward the official sedan like she had found gold ingots, waving the T-shirt like a flag. "Your Honor! Look here! This demon..."
"Whoosh!"
A clod of dirt accurately struck her wrist. As the T-shirt flew from her grasp, Cui Xiaoman leaped forward and caught it mid-air, tucking it into her bosom in one swift motion. In her haste, however, she tore open a seam in her coarse garment, revealing a hidden copy of "Thousand Character Classic."
The county magistrate’s sedan curtain had already been partially lifted. This newly appointed official was in his forties with a fair complexion and notably missing his right pinky finger—a striking resemblance to last year’s censor.
"What’s going on?" The magistrate's voice was icy. Aunt Ma fell to her knees before him, repeatedly bowing her head. "Your Excellency, Lin Family Boy is using sorcery to farm..."
Lin Dahe felt cold sweat trickle down his back. He noticed that the magistrate's gaze was fixed intently on Cui Xiaoman's hidden "Thousand Character Classic"—specifically on the half-exposed embroidered bookmark peeking out from its pages. That bookmark contained patterns that Cui Xiaoman had translated from some of his agricultural notes using improved Su embroidery techniques.
"Present it to me," commanded the magistrate, extending his incomplete right hand.
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