"If we solely rely on the Government Office to capture these petty thieves and bandits, wouldn’t that kill Li Chang from exhaustion?"
Hence, places like the Martial Arts School were established, specifically for training men who were skilled in martial arts.
Some Martial Arts Schools would recruit children from poor families who aspired to become fighters, offering them food and shelter, a far better deal than starving at home. Thus, there were quite a few of such people. Besides, after completing their training, they might even be selected by wealthy households, leading to a more promising future.
Other Martial Arts Schools exclusively trained fighters for large estates. These schools wouldn’t recruit on their own; they had only masters. When a big household wanted to train fighters, they would send boys who were loyal and had potential to these schools for the masters to teach for three to five months, or perhaps a year or two, before sending them back to the households. In this way, a new batch of fighters was born.
That’s why some large households would have many family guards, like the four individuals today. The less competent ones could only lift a stick and make up the numbers to boost morale when needed.
After arranging accommodations for the four men, Lin Yuan also assigned them duties. They were paired up, two to stay in the front hall and two in the backyard each night, ensuring there would be support in case of any incidents.
While Lin Yuan and the others were tidying up the front hall, Xia Zheng had sent Lin Yi to the Li Mansion. The poor Li Chang hadn’t even extricated himself from Lin Siyu’s seductive clutches when Lin Yi lifted him away as if he were carrying a little chicken.
Upon hearing that a suicidal thief had actually dared to steal from Xia Zheng, Li Chang trembled all over. That reckless Wang Tianba is still locked up in the cell from last time.
After repeatedly promising that he would definitely capture all the big and small thieves in Zhuma Town, Li Chang finally managed to see off the stern-faced Lin Yi.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Li Chang took a good long moment to recover from the shock before hastily dressing and rushing off to the Yamen.
In the room, Lin Siyu disdainfully sneered at the old man whose body had gone limp, then got up, draping a nearly transparent beige inner garment over herself, making her fair skin appear even more lustrous beneath her clothes.
"Panpan," Lin Siyu called out softly while sitting before the vanity mirror, leisurely combing her cloud-like hair and leisurely crossing her legs.
Panpan, who had witnessed the entire ordeal of Li Chang being hauled out by Lin Yi that morning, snapped back to reality and quickly entered the room.
Glancing indifferently at Lin Siyu, who was almost undressed, Panpan’s eyes conveyed a look of contempt as she took the Peach Wood Comb from her hand and styled her hair in an attractive and imposing bun.
Thinking of some pleasant matter, Lin Siyu clearly was in a good mood that day, touching the new hairstyle Panpan had done for her with a smile on her lips, her eyes brimming with a spring mood.
Panpan turned around to pick out a pink dress for her. But just as she handed it to her, Lin Siyu said, "Not that one, bring the light blue dress."
The light blue dress?
With a change of mind, Panpan picked out a different dress. Lin Siyu’s favorite was the pink dress she was just about to wear, so why suddenly choose light blue today? Didn’t she often say that blue dresses made her feel uncomfortable?
Humming a tune while changing clothes, Panpan accidentally touched Lin Siyu’s body.
On a normal day, this would be enough to send Lin Siyu into a rage, slapping her across the face!
But as Panpan braced herself for the expected slap, she saw Lin Siyu curl her lips in a somewhat pleasured smirk.
What she didn’t know was that Lin Siyu was recalling the intense pleasure and satisfaction from when Li Chengzhi had caressed her the day before, feelings she had never experienced with the old man Li Chang.