It was a midsummer afternoon. The people who had just eaten and briefly rested had once again resumed their dayâs work. The birds as well as the dog and chickens within the courtyard had all either found good places to enjoy the warm sunlight or had sought shelter in the shade.
A group of boys splashed around in the stream by the entrance of Tuqiao1Â Villageâs Zhang Manor.[^2] After playing for a while or perhaps because the noise of their yells was too loud, a man walked out of the manorâs courtyard house door. Glaring at the gang of kids, he unhappily reprimanded them: âAll of you scram further away! If my Little Mister2Â is woken up, youâll all be getting a beating!â
The kids immediately fell silent, carefully looking toward the open door in the corner of the courtyard house before they submerged into the water to make their way upstream bit by bit.
It was only after the man returned back into the courtyard house that all of the kids exhaled before puckering their faces up into various grimaces at the closed courtyard house door.
âScared me to death! So harsh! The old patriarch of the Zhang family isnât like him at all.â A kid around 7 years old quietly said this as he used his hands to dig out yellow mud from the river bed.
âIsnât it always like that? The people of the master-family3Â are easygoing while the steward is stern. But no matter how stern the steward is, he still has to obey the master-family. I heard that the little master can drink porridge now. Letâs catch some toads to send over in a bit. Porridge made with the oil taken from the toad innards is good for the body. Thatâs how my mom4Â eats after she had my little sister.â Another one of the kids who was slightly older and more considerate than the previous one stared at the occasional toads swimming by in the water while he spoke to the others.
The kids, knowing that ingratiating themselves to the master-familyâs Little Mister at this time would get them an unexpected windfall, all nodded as well. One of the kids who had already caught a toad added: âThen letâs catch some more. The w.a.n.g Manorâs little girl is also at the Zhangs. Erzi,5Â how good would it be if your little sister was with the Zhangsâ Little Mister nowâyour family would no longer need to worry about food and clothing.â
The one called Erzi was the considerate kid from before. Upon hearing those words, he slightly shook his head: âThatâs simply impossible. The village only has these two manors. Theyâre the example of a perfect match.6Â Besides, they were born well. It was originally an engagement as babies7Â and they were even born on the same day with a difference of less than a minute.â
âThatâs right. Thatâs right.â The kid who had first spoken was nodding beside him as he said: âNot only that, I heard that the two babies clung to each other and would cry if separated ever since they met on their full moon8 so thatâs why theyâre together in one place. Counting the days, itâs only a few days shy of their first full year.â
âStop talking, stop talking. Letâs quickly catch some toads. As long as the master-family is pleased, they might reward us a few chicken eggs. My momâs milk is low so they can be given to my little sister in a steamed cake.â Upon thinking of his little sister who was just 4Â months old, Erzi didnât wish to waste any more time and after a quick greeting, left to find a fork.
In one of the rooms within that courtyard house of the Zhang Manor, two babies currently lay side by side, lightly covered by a thin blanket, both of their small faces peaceful as their bellies evenly rose and fell. Seated on a small stool by the doorway of this room was a young maiden9Â of around 13 or 14 years. After glancing over at the sleeping children, she then leaned against the door frame to nod off, going into a light doze after a short while.
After a while, the little boy lying on the right side slowly opened his eyes. At first, he froze before giving way to confusion. Raising his hands and moving his feet, a trace of panic suddenly appeared in his eyes. He then turned his head to look around him as he muttered: âWhere is this? How did I turn into a child? Whereâs the bandit? What about that w.a.n.g Juan?â
When his gaze fell upon the other child by his side, he discovered that it was a little girl. An idea he couldnât ignore the possibility of arose in his mind then. But before he could make a further judgment, the little girlâs eyelashes twitched a bit. Still holding onto the idea he didnât dare believe in his head, the boy shut his eyes once again as he feigned sleep.
At this time, the little girl also opened her eyes. Like him, she was uncertain as she surveyed her surroundings and like him, she muttered: âWhere is this? How did I turn into a child? Whereâs that swindler, Zhang Xiaobao? My mission hasnât been completed yet.â
Upon hearing her muttered words, the previously even breathing of the little boy at her side suddenly stopped only to immediately resume. But it was that instant that caught the notice of the girl who had been staring at him the entire time.
Keeping her suspicions to herself, the little girl considered the position of the person sitting by the doorway before reaching out with a plump little hand to touch the little boyâs face and ask: âZhang Xiaobao? Is that you?â
The little boy didnât react, his breathing still as uniform as before. The little girl gritted her teeth before pinching the little boyâs nose. This time, the little boy woke up to turn his head to look at the little girl, blinking his eyes with more innocent purity than innocence itself.
âZhang Xiaobao, hurry up and answer me.â The little girl spoke once again in a voice that slurred her words.
The little boy was still the same, blinking his eyes as he made several toneless âah-ahâ sounds with his mouth just like any normal child of this age.
âCould it be that youâre not Zhang Xiaobao?â The little girl really didnât know how to judge.
âHa~! Ha~! Ah~! Ah~!â The little boyâs toneless voice sounded as he reached out a plump little hand to touch the little girlâs face.
The little girl stared into the little boyâs eyes to see if there was anything in there that shouldnât appear. But she didnât get even a little bit of a hint. Just when the little girl was about to give up, she suddenly thought of the Commissionerâs words: âHe can jump straight down from a 15 meter height unharmed and can climb up 9 meter high walls bare-handed. He is also adept in criminal psychology, behavioral psychology, social psychology, and other related disciplines. He has been designated as an extremely dangerous criminal.â
âLet you pretend? Iâll pinch you to death!â The little girl also raised her hand to straight away pinch the little boyâs arm. With one pinch, the little boy immediately started crying with a âwah~wah!â and before the little girl could react, the young maiden that was sitting by the doorway had already rushed over in a run.
Upon seeing someone arrive, the little girl pretended to be just as innocent as the little boy previously was, batting her eyes at the little boy who stared back at her with terror on his face as he kept crying.
âAll right, all right. Baolang,10 donât cry. Thereâs no urine, either. Baolang, donât look at the w.a.n.gsâ Little Miss11 with that kind of look. This is your future wife. Youâve always been together since your full moon, how can you be scared like that?â The little boy finally stopped crying with the young maidenâs soothing voice.
Once the young maiden returned to her seat on her stool, the little boy fell back to sleep while the little girl stared at him with a face full of dismay. After thinking for a bit, she finally gritted her teeth and reached out againâthis time, for the little boyâs lower bodyâas she whispered: âYou know to call for help? Feel you have backup? Not afraid of a pinching? Iâll squeeze you till youâre sick!â
âWah~! Wah~!â Without waiting for the little girlâs hand to touch him, the little boy started crying again and the little girl promptly retracted her hand. The young maiden came over once again but when she saw that there still was no problem, she returned to her seat.
âLet me see how long you can cry for. Iâm going to squeeze again.â The little girl reached out with her hand again.
âWah~!â The little boy cried.
The little girl withdrew her hand and the little boy stopped. The little girl reached out with her hand and the little boy cried. The two of them kept repeating this cycle.
After a few times, the little girl didnât reach out with her hand this time, only saying: âIâm going to squeeze.â
âWah~!â The little boy cried.
âIâm not squeezing.â The little girl said.
The little boy stopped.
He did stop but the little boyâs expression had changed now. It was no longer as innocent and pure as before.
âAct, act, keep on acting. You regret it, right? Did you forget to study child psychology back then, my International Swindler, Comrade Zhang Xiaobao?â The little girl laughed this time as she teasingly spoke into the little boyâs ear.
The little boy could no longer keep up the pretense and reaching up with a fat little hand to smack his forehead, he sighed as he said: âIt wasnât me being careless. Itâs men who treat this thing with too much care.â
He mentally understood that previously, it had already become reflex. But for children, it wouldnât even be possible to have this kind of reflex. Faced with such a situation, a child basically only has two reactions. One, keep crying and wait for someone to come comfort themâbut he later stopped by himself. Two, switch from crying to laughing with the discovery of something amusingâbut he himself was affected by his adult mindset.
âComrade w.a.n.g Juan, I feel that a police officer shouldnât do this kind of indecent thing. Especially for a policewoman, it really is too unethical for you to be this way.â Zhang Xiaobao finally admitted to his own ident.i.ty.
âCriminal Swindler, Comrade Zhang Xiaobao, you must remember that there are only bad intentions and that thereâs no such thing as unreasonable measures. Tell me, where did you put the money?â w.a.n.g Juan did not feel the slightest embarra.s.sment. The training she received was like so.
Zhang Xiaobao glanced at the young maiden who had returned to her seat by the doorway again before turning to say to w.a.n.g Juan: âIf you must add a description in front of my name, please say Suspect. Right now, I feel that what we need to consider shouldnât be the issue of the money. Remember that, to me, money is never an issue. What Iâm thinking of right now is if I can still eat that bowl of liangfen?â
âYou really can find topics for idle chitchat. Whereâs the money?â w.a.n.g Juan continued asking after the money.
âHave you been a cop until youâve grown foolish? What money? Look at our current situation. Look at our surroundings. By a normal yet unbelievable logic, weâve already left our original world and been reincarnated into another world. My dying regret is not being able to eat that bowl of liangfen.â Zhang Xiaobao turned over to look up at the ceiling.
w.a.n.g Juan looked at their surroundings again and also discovered that it wasnât her time period. Or rather, the things in this world such as the appearance of the young maiden sitting by the doorway when she came over and the clothes she wore proved this point.
âItâs all you, itâs all you! You had to go do some hostage exchange. This is just great. I canât ever see my family again. Pay me back! Pay back my parents! Pay back my brothers and sisters! Pay back my job!â While doing her best to keep her voice low, w.a.n.g Juan pinched Zhang Xiaobaoâs shoulder as she complained.
âYouâve regretted it? Would it be better that I didnât go over, letting that child continue to live under the constant threat of death then?â Zhang Xiaobao turned his head around again to ask.
âRegret? No, I have no regret. Who am I? Iâm the Tyrant Flower of China. Please donât use those kind of eyes to look at me. I will not allow my honor to be smeared.â w.a.n.g Juan paused for a bit before solemnly speaking to Zhang Xiaobao.
Zhang Xiaobao nodded his head in agreement with w.a.n.g Juanâs words. He thought for a bit before suddenly saying: âDo you think that in this life Iâll be able to see my parents? Looking at how the surroundings are arranged and that personâs words just now, this should be an affluent household.â
âAi~!â12Â w.a.n.g Juan sighed as she reasonably spoke: âLetâs first not think of that. Think about what kind of place weâre in? What should we do from now on?â
âWho cares what place this is? Iâve decided. I can finally see my parents in this lifetime so Iâll work hard to earn money and let them live well. Then, Iâll find a wife and let her live well. Although hearing that womanâs words before, you seem to be my wife. Iâve decidedâŚâ
âIâve decided not to accept it. I will not have a life together with a Suspected International Criminal Swindler.â Not waiting for Zhang Xiaobao to finish speaking, w.a.n.g Juan directly denied it.
âForget it. Letâs first not discuss such things. Iâm going to sleep. There might be other things to do later on so I wonât keep you company.â Zhang Xiaobao lay back down again as he shut his eyes, the expression on his face one of antic.i.p.ation.