Chapter 2: Worthless Scholars

  The pretty woman also saw Xiao Jia Ding, and seeing that he was wearing a coarse linen shirt, grass shoes on his feet, and a messy headscarf, she frowned and said to the maid: "Drive this rustic fellow away!"

  "Hmm!"

  The double-braided girl walked over and shouted at Xiao Jia Ding: "Hey! Get out of here! Can you hear me? Get out of here quickly!"

  Xiao Jiading rolled his eyes and said, "Leave? Why should we? This is your home?"

  The double-braided girl was taken aback, intimidated by Xiao Jia Ding's aura, and retreated two steps. She turned her head to look at the several male servants and said to the leading big man: "Lei brother, give him some color!"

  The burly man walked over, sneering and rolling up his sleeves, saying to Xiao Jia Ding: "You stinky little kid, if you don't leave now, I'll make your face bloom!"

  Want to fight? Who's afraid of who!

  Xiao Jia Ding was not a well-behaved student since he was young, often getting into fights in elementary and middle school. He had been to the police station several times, causing his parents a lot of headaches. They changed schools for him multiple times and even drove him to and from school every day to reduce his opportunities to fight. As he grew older, he gradually became more sensible and understood his parents' difficulties, so he fought less and focused on studying more. So, when it comes to fighting, Xiao Jia Ding is not afraid, although after crossing over to the Tang Dynasty, where he was unfamiliar with the place and people, he shouldn't be too competitive. But since others were bullying him, how could he tolerate it? Besides, he had even outrun that ferocious dog earlier, so why should he fear them? At worst, he would just slip away quietly.

  He slowly stood up, looked at the burly man who was half a head taller than him, hugged his shoulders and said coldly: "What's going on? In broad daylight, under the clear sky, you few gentlemen, for one peach blossom tree, actually want to fight? Aren't you afraid of the law?"

  "Hey! You, a lowly servant, dare to talk about the law? I am the law!" With that, the burly male servant clenched his fists and strode towards Xiao Jia Ding.

  "Stop! What are you doing? No fighting allowed!" A plump woman blocked the male servant and said to the pretty woman, "Sister Huang, we came here for a spring outing, reciting poetry and composing couplets, why are you fighting?"

  Xiao Jiading hummed in his heart, it turned out that this beautiful woman was surnamed Huang, but he didn't know which family's young lady she was, and she was so overbearing.

  A pretty woman with the surname Huang hummed and said: "This muddy leg is impolite, should be taught a lesson! Sister Du, don't intervene!"

  When he heard his master's words, the sturdy male servant turned around Du and punched towards Xiao Jia Ding's face.

  Xiao Jia Ding found it very strange because he saw the punch coming from the male servant very slowly, just like slow motion in a movie. Was he just pretending to be fierce?

  Xiao Jia Ding was puzzled, that one punch finally slowly reached his face, the fist wind seemed very strong, but it didn't seem like he was holding back. He dodged and countered with a knee strike to the man's abdomen. The male servant instantly turned pale, fell to the ground, curled up into a shrimp shape, almost fainted, and couldn't get up for half a day.

  Xiao Jia Ding was puzzled, and those young masters and misses were even more puzzled. In Xiao Jia Ding's eyes, the male servant's punch was like slow motion, but in their eyes, this move was as fast as lightning, they didn't even see how he made his move. However, they knew that this male servant was a handsome woman's mansion guard, and this time he came out to take on the task of escorting, with quite a few real skills in his hands, but was knocked down by this rustic and clumsy mud-legged man with just one move.

  The young ladies were shocked, a handsome young scholar folded his fan and pointed at Xiao Jia Ding, saying to the male servants behind him: "Beat him! Beat this rebellious servant to death!"

  Those seven or eight male servants shouted and rushed up to use force.

  Xiao Jia Ding saw that they had a large crowd, and he originally wanted to slip away quietly. However, seeing their movements were as slow as the male servant's earlier, he didn't need to be afraid at all, so he calmed down. He quickly figured it out - this must have something to do with crossing over; his running speed suddenly increased several times, so naturally his reaction speed also increased several times. Therefore, it wasn't that they were slow, but rather that his eyes and reactions were quick, making it seem like slow motion.

  He was overjoyed after figuring it out, and with his original wealth of fighting experience, his reaction speed increased exponentially, making him like a fish in water. He dodged and weaved through the group of male servants' attacks with ease, their fists and feet unable to even touch his clothes. However, his movements were extremely flustered, rolling and crawling around, while loudly shouting: "It's not good! They're fighting! Someone's going to get killed!"

  He knew these young masters and misses were supposed to be respectable people, the kind who feared being pointed at and gossiped about behind their backs for lacking integrity. So he pretended to be bullied. As soon as he shouted, tourists playing nearby all turned to look over, seeing a group of male servants beating up a farmer. Those who recognized these young masters and misses began whispering among themselves, their faces full of disdain and contempt.

  The young masters and misses were indeed frightened, the pretty girl was both shy and anxious, stomping her foot and saying: "Stop fighting! Back off, all of you back off! What if someone sees us like this. If my dad finds out, he'll scold me to death!"

  Actually, those male servants had already been beaten by Xiao Jia Ding until they were dizzy and terrified. They didn't land a single punch on anyone, but instead each of them was hit several times. They knew they weren't a match for these farmers, so they were eager to hear Miss's words and quickly retreated back.

  Xiao Jiading chuckled and looked at the pretty woman, saying: "Huh? Why stop fighting? Come on!"

  These people all saw that this muddy leg had some skill, and it would be hard to gain the upper hand in a real fight. For a moment, no one knew what to do for the better.

  The young scholar with a rather handsome appearance walked up, shaking his folding fan, and suddenly opened it with a "whoosh" sound. He shook it several times and said loudly: "Only you unrefined rascals would resort to violence; we are men of letters, who would engage in fisticuffs? You young fellow, who are you and what brings you here?"

  "My dad was farming and got tired under the peach tree to take a dump. Unexpectedly, he ran into a pack of dogs barking non-stop, not even letting him have a peaceful crap!"

  Xiao Jiading never considered himself a cultured person, and since childhood, he was a mischievous and disobedient troublemaker. His father was afraid that he would get into trouble, so he forced him to take the college entrance exam and study law, and even forced him to pursue a master's degree in legal history, hoping to use the law to refine him and make him understand the law and behave properly. However, although he studied law and understood it, his nature didn't change much. After graduating, he became a lawyer.

  It is well known that in today's society, being a lawyer requires learning many unconventional methods to succeed. This happens to match Xiao Jiading's personality perfectly, so he was like a fish in water, but unexpectedly crossed over while things were going great.

  Xiao Jiading's words are both foul and crude, making those talented men and women frown and turn their heads in disgust.

  The handsome young scholar hummed and said, "Uncouth! Take a good look, we are scholars who have formed a poetry club. Today is the day of **romance**, we want to recite poems and compose essays here. You're just a rustic fellow, what are you doing here causing trouble? Want to... uh, find some secluded spot to take care of business? Under these peach blossoms that fill the trees, how indecent! It's simply an insult to literature! Truly, you're an uncouth rustic who doesn't understand etiquette!"

  "What's wrong with having dirty legs? Can't people with dirty legs squat under the peach tree to take a dump? Only you guys can crap under the peach tree?"

  The handsome young scholar's nose was twisted in anger: "Who defecated under the peach tree? Get it clear, we're going to recite poetry here!"

  "Reciting poetry? Hard shit? You're pulling hard shit? Hahaha"

  The handsome young scholar was sweating profusely and fanning himself non-stop, it's really a case of the cultured meeting the martial, with reason unable to be made clear.

  Xiao Jiading looked at the folding fan shaking in his hand and laughed: "It's only February, what are you fanning for? Pretending to be elegant? You turtle egg deserves to freeze to death!"

  "You—!" The handsome young scholar closed his fan and pointed at Xiao Jia Ding, getting so angry that smoke was coming out of his head.

  That beautiful woman with the surname Huang came over and said to the handsome young scholar, "Don't bother with him, an illiterate rustic bumpkin, what's there to talk about..."

  "Look down on us farmers?" Xiao Jiading sneered, "What's so great about reciting poetry and writing essays? What's so great about being a scholar? 'A bookworm is useless in a hundred ways!' How arrogant!"

  The beauty with the surname Huang looked up and down at Xiao Jia Ding, saying: "What a great phrase 'a scholar is useless in a hundred ways'! Judging by your appearance, you, a rustic fellow, have also attended private school for a few days?"

  "I just know a few words. Can't compare with you who have learned extensively and behave elegantly."

  A girl with the surname Huang and several scholars looked at each other, all of them were crying and laughing, also didn't know if this muddy leg was really not understanding the meaning of this dignified appearance or intentionally mocking them.

  A beautiful woman with the surname Huang said to the handsome young scholar, "Tang Gongzi, don't bother with him, let's just sit over there!" With a gentle wave of her hand, she pointed to the other side where peach blossoms were in full bloom under the peach tree on the green grass. "That peach blossom is also very beautiful, no need to argue with that rustic and spoil our mood."

  Tang Gongzi nodded, gave Xiao Jiateng a fierce stare, and turned to accompany the beautiful woman away. The male servants quickly helped up the injured guard from the ground, not daring to look at Xiao Jiateng, and followed after them.

  If it weren't for this matter, Xiao Jiading was originally going to leave, but now he's encountered these young masters and ladies who look down on the poor and lower-class farmers, and they're too arrogant, quick to use violence, this tone is unbearable, he must find an opportunity to teach them a lesson, so he sat back down, casting a sideways glance at them.

  Those servants spread out mats on the grass under the peach trees across from them, laid out melons and fruits to eat and drink, wine cups and wine trays. One by one, they seemed to have forgotten their earlier embarrassment, gazing up at the peach blossoms and plum blossoms above, raising their cups in invitation, and began eating and drinking.

  As they ate and drank, Xiao Jia Ding's stomach also started to rumble, so he tightened his belt and prepared to take out the few pieces of chocolate maltose candy to eat. Just then, a sedan chair came from afar, carried by several male servants, with a middle-aged beautiful woman sitting elegantly on it, smiling with her eyebrows and eyes.