The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

Rumble~

A muffled thunder sounded in the air, and the originally clear sky became gloomy in an instant.

There were many people standing on both sides of the street, all looking in one direction.

Across the street, there is a house with a vermilion gate and a courtyard wall as high as two people. The house, which used to be bustling with people, is now filled with white paper and lanterns.

My sight fell on a dark shadow in front of the gate. There was a person lying on the ground, motionless and I couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive.

The crowd around started talking.

"Poor thing, why was he kicked out right after his parents died?"

"I heard that right after Mr. Jiang left, his wife ran into a wall and followed him. This youngest son was definitely driven out by those uncles."

Everyone shook their heads as they listened. The Jiang family's couple had just been buried, and now they had driven out their own son before their bodies were even cold. They weren't afraid of retribution.

The Jiang family is a wealthy family in Qingping County, and almost all the silk and satin businesses in the nearby towns are done by them. Unlike other wealthy people, Mr. Jiang is kind-hearted. If anyone has difficulties, they will go to his house and tell him, and Mr. Jiang will help if he can.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected storm that day. When Mr. Jiang was out delivering goods, he encountered bandits and more than ten people died. Mr. Jiang was carried back home by the injured for burial.

On the second day after the mourning hall was set up, his wife was killed by crashing into the coffin and died with him.

The eldest son went to the capital to take the imperial examination and is now missing. The youngest son is born mentally retarded. He lost his parents and is not liked by others, so he must have been driven out.

……

"Cough cough cough!!!"

A violent cough was heard, and all the servants at the door of the Jiang family took a step back with horror on their faces.

Young Master Jiang's head and face were covered in blood, and they all thought he was dead, so how could he still make a sound?

Could it be that he has come back to claim my life?

The younger servants were pushed out.

He took hesitant steps forward, half-knelt down, and tremblingly stretched out his finger towards the nose of the person on the ground.

"Fuck! What are you shaking for?"

When Jiang Shian opened his eyes, he saw a person standing in front of him. His mind was spinning and the person seemed shaky.

There were waves of pain in the back of my head, and my mind was like a movie playing, with all kinds of images mixing together. Memories that did not belong to me rushed into my mind, but I could neither remember nor see them clearly.

The picture finally freezes on the two coffins in the mourning hall.

There were unfamiliar ancient buildings all around, and then I looked at what people were wearing.

It seems that I have also caught up with the time-travel trend.

He was an orphan since childhood and was adopted and raised in an orphanage. Later, he was sponsored by a kind-hearted person and was able to go to college.

I stayed up all night in the lab last night, and I didn't expect to find myself in ancient times when I woke up.

However, the memories that just flashed through his mind and the pain in the back of his head told him that the original owner's current situation did not seem to be very good.

"Oh my god, he's...pretending to be dead..."

The servant who came to him was frightened when he suddenly looked up. He screamed and fainted.

Jiang Shian supported himself on the ground and half sat up.

Without time to sort out my chaotic memories, I glanced at the person on the ground and matched him with the name in my mind.

The servant who had been following the original owner has now followed the second uncle's youngest son Jiang Xian because the original owner's parents passed away.

Jiang Shian raised his hand and touched his forehead.

He took his hand back, and his fingertips were stained with blood.

He cursed in his heart, damn it, I traveled through time, why do I feel so much pain all over my body?

"Young Master, are you okay?" At this time, another servant who was trembling and shivering came forward and asked.

He was really frightened by the blood on his face. To be honest, although the young master was stupid, he was kind to them and would always think of them when there was something good. But who would protect the young master once the master left, let alone the servants. He still had parents and younger brother to support at home, so he couldn't follow the young master to that remote place.

Jiang Shian looked up and gave him a cold look. At this moment, another bolt of lightning struck from the sky. The crowd standing around exclaimed.

The face of the servant in front of him became paler and paler.

"What could possibly happen? I've died once." Jiang Shian staggered to his feet and curled his lips at the terrified man opposite him, "Don't you think so? Wang Cong."

The boy named Wang Cong was two years younger than him. According to the original body's past memories, he was bought home from a human trafficker. On weekdays, the young master would never give him less than what he had, not to mention beating and scolding him. However, this boy was caught by Master Jiang several times for playing around and was only given a lighter sentence because of the young master's plea.

She has followed the young master for more than ten years now, but she turned out to be an ungrateful person. As soon as the original owner's parents died, she couldn't wait to go to the second uncle's house.

And there is the wound on his head. The second uncle's youngest son, Jiang Xian, is a vicious person. He told the original owner's servant that if he wanted to serve him, he had to show his loyalty.

Wang Cong immediately pushed him impatiently, and the collision killed the original owner.

A cold look flashed across Jiang Shian's face. No wonder he looked so terrified just now. If that young master was alive, he would come back to claim his life.

A look of surprise flashed across Wang's face, and he looked at the young master and wondered why he was no longer stupid.

Jiang Shian didn't bother to talk nonsense. He was in pain all over and didn't have the energy to beat anyone. He would avenge the young master later.

"Wang Cong, I bought you and saved your life. I have always treated you well. Please help me pack some clothes. I will leave by myself."

"Okay, okay, Master, wait a minute!" Wang Cong's heart dropped back into his stomach when he heard that he was leaving. Master Jiang Xian had said that as long as he could drive Jiang Shian away, he would be allowed to stay with him, and his monthly salary would be increased by two taels.

Looking at the other person's back running faster than a rabbit, Jiang Shian narrowed his eyes and thought, don't worry, there is still a long time to go.

He limped to the stone roof and sat down.

The servants who were standing at the door just now all went back to the mansion, probably to report to Jiang Xian that he was alive again.

He couldn't stay in this mansion now. Without his parents' protection, he could only be bullied in this place where Jiang Xian and his son were in charge. He had to save his own life first, and as for the rest, he had to take it step by step.

I just don't know how the original owner's elder brother is doing?

Just after thinking for a while, my head started to hurt again. It wasn't just a headache, but my whole body felt sore and painful.

Jiang Shian rolled up his sleeves, revealing many purple marks on his fair arms. He then pulled up the sleeve of his other arm, which was even more serious, with two obvious whip marks.

It was obvious from the injury that he had just suffered within the past two days, and the scene at that time also emerged in my mind.

His parents had just been buried in the afternoon, and in the evening Jiang Xian rushed into his bedroom with a whip in his hand, beating him and scolding him for being a fool, saying that it was useless and that he had taken so many good things for nothing.

Before I could think about it, Wang Cong had already run out with a small bag. There was no guilt on his face, only relief.

"Master, everything is ready. I still have parents and siblings to take care of at home, and I don't have much money saved, so I really can't help you. Master Jiang Xian said that you should not come back again. The master has removed your name from the family tree."

Looking at Jiang Shi'an's expressionless face, Wang Cong swallowed his saliva, quickly threw the bag into Jiang Shi'an's arms, ran back to Jiang's house and closed the wooden door.

Jiang Shian lowered his eyes and looked at the paper money that had not been cleaned up on the ground, and the white lanterns on the wooden door swaying in the wind. He patted his chest and said in his heart:

"Don't be afraid, just go with peace of mind. If you ever get to this reality, live well for me. I will avenge you, and I will find a way to find your brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, the heaviness in his chest suddenly eased, as if something had really left his body.