"Master, do you want to see? If you really want to see and show enough gentleness, I can let you have a look! "
The young girl in the air pulled the corner of her white dress, raised it to her knees, and slowly raised it another inch …
That young girl always had a naive smile on her face as she said all kinds of lewd things.
Someone in the company that created this artificial intelligence was definitely a pervert. Ren Baqian didn't know what he had inputted into her before it was activated.
For the past few days, Ren Baqian had been taking some time out to tell her about this world. This was to expand her database and increase her understanding of this world.
During these few days, Lolita tempted Ren Baqian almost every day.
Ren Baqian glanced at her and didn't feel anything.
He wasn't obsessed with young girls.
Even Lin Qiaole wasn't attractive to him when she was naked, let alone an illusory young girl.
However, he didn't hate it.
The reason was because she was good-looking.
This artificial intelligence was indeed beautiful!
Er Hua peeked at the door of the room. His father had been in this hall for the past few days, and he didn't know what he was doing.
What he saw was a young girl in a white dress slowly lifting the corner of her dress …
"Father!" Er Hua immediately jumped in and shouted. He then looked sad and said, "Father, you have changed. You actually like this …"
Ren Baqian turned his head and suddenly felt pain in his balls. Looking at Zhu Hua, who also popped out, Ren Baqian felt that this melodramatic plot was unfolding!
He slapped Er Hua's head and asked, "What do you know? Where did you learn it from? "
"I saw a big sister say that to Brother Ren Xia the other day …"
"And then? You learned it? "
"Then, Brother Ren Xia treated me and my big sister to a lot of ice cream …"
"You didn't learn anything good!" Ren Baqian slapped him again.
Er Hua was a little depressed. That big sister obviously succeeded, but he failed …
Then, he asked curiously, "Father, who is this?"
"Artificial intelligence. You can call her Lolita!" Ren Baqian turned his head and looked behind him. Lolita was looking at Er Hua curiously.
"Oh, I'm Qi Yuqing! You can call me daddy! "Honeysuckle said to the loli seriously.
Ren Baqian wanted to facepalm.
Such a good daughter seemed to have been raised in the wrong way!
For a moment, Lolita was dumbfounded. She did not understand what was going on!
Then, he said in a serious voice, "In biology, children have pairs of chromosomes in their somatic cells. The Y chromosome is a genome segment that is strictly passed down from father to son. Males with the same surname should have the same or similar Y chromosome type. Stable SNP mutations on the Y chromosome could be passed down in the offspring of the paternal line forever, and a reliable paternal gene lineage could be constructed. Male children call males father.
According to my scan, you are a female, so you should be called Mom. And according to human language habits, this kind of situation is usually referred to as great aunt! "
"My fist is big. Call me daddy, or I'll beat you up!" Honeysuckle extended his fist and threatened. Then, his face turned serious. "If I punch you, you might shit your pants!"
Ren Baqian couldn't bear it any longer. He grabbed Liu Hua by the neck and dragged him back to his quarters. He picked up the metal rod and gave Liu Hua's buttocks a good beating. With an ashen face, he roared, "Where did you learn this from? Who did you learn it from? Do you treat the etiquette lessons you learned in the palace as food? You only know how to fight every day … snatch people's lunch, toys, and money … Do you think I don't know what you did in kindergarten? "
After the time it took to burn a stick of incense, Liu Hua lowered her head and smiled mischievously. When she raised her head, she pretended to be in pain and had tears in her eyes.
Ren Baqian was so angry that his liver hurt!
She was only four and a half years old! He thought she was a little girl, but she turned out to be a troublemaker!
He really didn't know how she grew up to be like this!
After the beating, Liu Hua asked Ren Baqian as if nothing had happened, "Father, can I go and play with that Lolita?"
"No!" Ren Baqian looked fierce.
She was already a troublemaker. If she learned from that artificial retard, she would be done for in the future!
The empress would beat her to death when she returned!
…
While Liu Hua was being beaten, a skinny and small boy in coarse clothes was carrying a basket along the street to pick up the rubbish.
His clothes were very cheap and had been washed white, but there weren't many stains other than the dust on his body.
The boy's name was Fuji. His hands were very dirty, and his nails had turned black. However, he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and tried not to get any dirt on his clothes.
Although his clothes were very coarse, they didn't have layers of patches. This was his most precious piece of clothing. This piece of clothing represented that he was no longer a beggar, but a person who relied on his own hands to support himself.
His clothes were the uniform of a cleaner in the city, and his identity was that of a cleaner in the capital. As he was skinny and small, he couldn't do too much heavy work. His main job was to pick up rubbish.
With his age and status, it was impossible for him to find such a job unless he met a benefactor.
Even if he didn't starve to death or get beaten to death, he might die of a minor illness somewhere.
Perhaps only Xiaoyu and a few others would be sad for a few days.
Therefore, he cherished this job that allowed him to make a living and was very serious. At the same time, he didn't want to embarrass Big Sister.
Big Sister was the princess of Dayao! She was the one who asked him to come here, so he couldn't embarrass her no matter what!
Fuji picked up two fruit pits and threw them into the basket. He straightened his back, which was aching from bending over for a long time, and planned to buy some medicine when he returned. He wasn't going to pick up vegetables today. Instead, he would buy half a catty of beef and stew a pot of fragrant beef stew with potatoes.
Xiaoyu was sick and hadn't been able to get out of bed for the past two days.
She was a seven-year-old girl, three years younger than him.
His previous experience of working hard to survive had made him treat Xiaoyu like a younger sister.
In addition to Xiaoyu, there were three other children who were about the same age as him and Xiaoyu, and they were all Big Sister's first batch of younger brothers.
After daydreaming about the fragrant beef stew with potatoes that night, Fuji felt that his back wasn't hurting so much anymore, and he was immediately full of energy again.
After walking a short distance, Fuji let out a soft cry of surprise and picked up a piece of golden metal the size of a baby's fist from the corner.
"Is this gold?" Fuji opened his mouth wide and carefully looked at the shiny, irregular piece of metal in his hand. Other than the shape, it was similar to the golden leaf that the young master had given away in the Yun Nation.
In fact, this was just a piece of yellow iron, useless trash that a craftsman from the Ministry of Works had casually thrown away.
That craftsman had also found this piece of yellow iron in a pile of ore. He had thought it was gold and had taken it to a jewelry store to exchange for money, only to be pointed out that it was worthless and had been casually thrown away.
In Fuji's opinion, this shiny golden color was definitely gold.
Fuji was ecstatic. How much could such a large piece of gold be worth? How much meat could it eat?
However, he soon became conflicted again. Who had dropped this piece of gold here? Would he come back for it? If he didn't find it when he came back, would he look for him? He wasn't a thief. He had picked it up …
In the past, he would definitely have hidden it secretly.
But now, he had a job and could support himself. If this matter was known by Big Sister, it would be too embarrassing.
Fuji stood there for a long time, hesitating. He first left and then walked back after a while. After repeating this a few times, he finally made up his mind.
'I'll wait and see. If someone comes back for it, I'll return it to him,' Fuji thought to himself. After all, it was such a large sum of money. No matter who had lost it, they would definitely look for it.
However, the other party might not know where it was. If they didn't find it, then they couldn't blame him.
Although Fuji had already decided to wait and return it to the original owner, he still had a little hope in his heart.
However, no one came even after waiting until evening.
'I can't wait anymore. If I wait any longer, I won't be able to buy beef. At most, I'll come back tomorrow! If the original owner doesn't come by tomorrow, this gold will be mine! '
At this thought, Fuji didn't delay any further. He carried the basket on his back and quickly ran to the gathering point to dump the trash. After washing it with water, he carried it again and quickly ran to the market.
However, after two streets, he bumped into a group of people and fell.
"Little bastard, are you blind?" The person he bumped into was a stout-looking man from the Yun Nation in his fifties. He had two guards with him. As soon as he turned the corner, Fuji bumped into him and caused him to fall to the ground. He immediately stomped his feet and cursed.
When he saw Fuji's dirty hands, his face was filled with disgust. He kept cursing and repeatedly looked down to see if his clothes were dirty.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fuji quickly got up and lowered his head to apologize. At the same time, he tightened the belt around his waist, which had become a little loose due to the run.
The gold nugget, which was originally at his waist, also fell to the ground.
Fuji quickly reached out to pick it up. When the man from the Yun Nation saw this, his expression changed. Greed rose in his heart, and he cursed angrily, "Thief, how dare you steal from me! You're courting death!"
"I didn't steal it, I picked it up!" Fuji picked up the 'gold' and hurriedly said.
"Bullsh * t! You clearly stole it from me, yet you say you picked it up? You're so young, yet your hands and feet are already dirty. I'm going to break your claws today! "The man from the Yun Nation cursed.
"Take him down and send him to see the officials. Picked it up? Picked it up in my money bag? I was wondering why it bumped into me. It turned out to be premeditated! I've seen a lot of filthy people like you! "
This man wasn't a big shot, and people of status naturally wouldn't be interested in a piece of gold the size of a baby's fist. This man was just a small steward of the Yun Nation's Jiang Chamber of Commerce who had delivered a batch of goods to the capital a week ago.
He had already made up his mind to label this kid as a thief. This kind of beggar-like character, he could do whatever he wanted with him.
As for meeting the officials, if the other party was honest, he would spare him this time and just beat him up.
Otherwise, it wouldn't matter even if he was sent to see the officials.
One had to know that the Jiang Chamber of Commerce was backed by Sir Bai from the Public Order Department. As long as this relationship was revealed to the people from the Public Order Department, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to send such a little beggar to prison?
As for who the gold belonged to … Anyway, it wasn't this kid's. Who knew where he had stolen it from?
"So be it. I didn't steal anything from you. I picked up this gold, and you just wanted to snatch it!" Fuji's neck stiffened. He was young, but he was good at reading people. He could tell what the other party wanted to do at a glance.
Besides, he had the confidence because his boss was the princess of Dayao! If he didn't steal, no one could accuse him of stealing!
However, his words made the other party furious.
"You stole my gold, yet you dare to make a false accusation. Beat him up and break his hands!"
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