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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 warning: [Host's social skills level is insufficient; it is recommended to equip the "Bite the Bullet" 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 Family girl, you run to the bachelor courtyard every day; your father's coffin board..."
"Smack!"
Cui Xiaoman's laundry stick crashed into the puddle at Aunt Ma's feet, splattering mud onto the new tunic and creating an abstract landscape on it. 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 solid muscle in her arms. As she advanced, Aunt Ma, in a panic, knocked over the laundry basin. The soapy water mixed with dirt flowed over the bluestone slabs, and Lin Dahe's old T-shirt, which had been used as a rag, floated up from the bottom of the basin.
"What is this?!" Aunt Ma quickly grabbed the wet shirt. The torn area revealed the English name "Agricultural University," faintly visible through the water stains, 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" and bursting through the crowd, her silver hairpin glinting like a drawn sword. "Look! It's Lin Family Boy's demon talisman shirt!"
Lin Dahe felt his blood run cold. That Agricultural University shirt was his last modern memento; he usually kept it at the bottom of his box 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! The English label may provoke accusations of "barbarian script"!]
Aunt Ma's scream attracted more villagers. Standing on the grinding stone, she unfurled the T-shirt, and the holes aligned to form a bizarre pattern with the molecular structure diagram: "This is what floated in last night's green light!"
Seventh Uncle squinted closer; his poor eyesight distorted the English words into twisted tadpoles. "Looks like some kind of spell from a foreign monk..."
"It's Western Agricultural Book!" Lin Dahe thought quickly. "Look at this circle; doesn't it resemble wheat? This horizontal line is a plow furrow!" He snatched the T-shirt back and pointed at the molecular diagram, making up nonsense. "Persians call this... this is called Five Grains Abundance Talisman!"
The crowd stirred with skepticism when suddenly, a sound of gongs echoed from afar. Two Yard Officers carrying a "Silence" sign turned into the alley, followed by a small blue sedan—County Magistrate had surprisingly come early to inspect spring plowing!
Aunt Ma dashed toward the official sedan as if she had found gold, waving the T-shirt like a flag. "Your Honor! Look here! This demon..."
Whoosh!
A clod of dirt accurately struck her wrist. In that instant when the T-shirt flew away, Cui Xiaoman leaped up and caught it mid-air, stuffing it into her bosom. In her haste, her coarse garment tore open slightly, revealing a copy of Qian Zi Wen hidden underneath.
The curtain of County Magistrate's sedan had already been lifted halfway. This newly appointed official was in his forties with a fair complexion and no beard; most striking was his missing right pinky—a resemblance to last year's censor.
"What’s going on?" County Magistrate's voice was as cold as ice water. Aunt Ma collapsed in front of the sedan, bowing repeatedly. "Your Honor, Lin Family Boy is using sorcery to farm..."
Lin Dahe felt cold sweat trickle down his back. He noticed County Magistrate’s gaze fixated on Cui Xiaoman’s Qian Zi Wen—specifically on the half-exposed embroidered bookmark at the edge of its pages. That was Cui Xiaoman’s modified Su embroidery technique that translated parts of his agricultural notes into coded patterns.
"Present it." County Magistrate extended his incomplete right hand.
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