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

"Master Jiang, we're here!"

Jiang Shian was sleeping soundly against the carriage. When he heard shouting outside, he opened his eyes and woke up.

Feeling a little dizzy, he leaned against the car wall for a while to adjust himself.

We set out from Songling County before dawn in the morning and have been sitting for at least ten hours. I was already sore all over and now I feel even worse.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he doesn't get carriage sickness, otherwise it would be really painful.

After two days and one night, we finally arrived at Tanxi Village.

It was completely dark now. It was the fifteenth night, and the moon was big and round. Under the moonlight, I could still see a little bit around me.

There were not many entertainment activities at night in ancient times, and people worked from sunrise to sunset.

The village was very quiet at this moment, with only the occasional chirping of cicadas.

Jiang Shian yawned, opened his eyes wide, and stuck his head out of the carriage to look out.

Zhang Ping jumped off the carriage and tried to help him.

"No, I can do it myself. Please take me back." He held a small bag in one hand and jumped down from the car wall.

"No, no, Grandpa and I are very happy to be able to do something for you."

Zhang Ping awkwardly withdrew his hand, and suddenly realized that the other party was a boy and should avoid suspicion with him. He was abrupt just now, but fortunately the young master did not mind.

Jiang Shian didn't notice the change in his facial expression. He held the bundle in his hand and looked at the house under the moonlight.

After all, it is where the entire Jiang family lives, so the house is naturally not small.

Walking a few steps closer, the view became clearer. The courtyard wall was built of stone, with moss and weeds growing in the cracks.

The weeds on both sides of the gate were already as high as his thighs, giving people a desolate and quiet feeling.

This house has been built for quite some time. I don’t know if people can still live in it?

There was a brass lock on the door. Jiang Shian picked it up and took a look. It was locked. The surface of the brass lock was covered with rust. It was impossible to open it with the key.

He took a step back and kicked hard with his leg.

With a "bang" sound, the wooden door was not broken, and the copper lock fell to the ground with a "click".

Zhang Ping, who was a few steps behind him, stared with wide eyes at the obviously frail young master standing there in a daze.

"Let's go!" Jiang Shian pushed open the wooden door and fanned his nose with his hands. It was quite dusty as no one had lived there for a long time.

He was often bullied by older kids in the welfare home. Later, when he was in junior high school, he was stopped by gangsters and asked to pay protection fees because he was short and looked malnourished.

There was a boxing gym nearby that was looking for sparring partners. He begged the owner to let him go, saying he could bear it. He didn't want money, so the owner agreed after hesitating for a while. After staying there for a long time, he learned a few moves. Later, when he had money, he followed the coach to learn.

From passively taking beatings at the beginning to fighting each other, in the end, a group of hooligans were beaten by him and lay on the ground, calling him daddy! They never dared to cause trouble to him again.

He persisted in this way until college, and he had already obtained a black belt in Taekwondo. Even a tall person over 1.9 meters might not be able to beat him.

The door was overgrown with weeds and I couldn't see the road ahead clearly. The reflection of the house looked inexplicably eerie under the moonlight.

The construction of the house is somewhat similar to a courtyard house, and only a few tall tiled houses can be seen under the moonlight.

Zhang Ping was afraid that there might be snakes or insects in the bushes, so he walked ahead of him and asked Jiang Shian to follow behind him. "I had a cousin who lived in this village before. He came here once before, and then he came here again with your eldest brother."

Jiang Shian nodded and followed him into the yard. There were many scenes in his memory about this elder brother. He patiently taught the original owner to read and write, made rabbit lanterns for the original owner, and took the original owner to the street to buy candied haws secretly.

After being discovered by his parents, he was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall, but he refused to admit that it was the original owner who was throwing a tantrum and begging him to take her with him.

It can be seen that the original owner and his eldest brother have had a deep relationship since childhood, and after settling down, he will also find a way to find this eldest brother.

The yard was quite large, probably about 100 square meters in modern terms. There were so many weeds that I couldn't even see the path under my feet, let alone other arrangements.

When he pushed open the door to the main room, dust blew into his nose. Jiang Shian bent over and started coughing, then quickly took a few steps back.

"I'm sorry, I used too much force." Zhang Ping turned around and looked at him apologetically.

Jiang Shian stretched out a hand and waved, indicating that he was fine. He stood up and the two walked in carefully.

The tables, chairs, benches and other furnishings are still there, but they've been there for a long time, so it's unclear whether they can be used.

He looked around. The main room was quite big, but...

Looking up at the moonlight pouring down from the sky, Jiang Shian twitched his lips. What a big hole! No wonder he could see the tables and chairs in the room clearly.

Then the two of them stepped out and looked in the other rooms. In addition to the particularly large hole in the roof of the main room, the kitchen was also leaking air everywhere.

The bedroom is slightly better, the roof doesn't seem to be leaking, and there is a thick layer of dust on the bed. After cleaning it should be able to accommodate one night.

It was already midnight, and it would be dawn in a few hours. Without candles or oil lamps, it was not convenient to clean the room carefully.

Zhang Ping found a broom from somewhere and swept the dust off the wooden bed. He then went to the woodshed and looked around, but there was no hay or even anything to lay on top.

The young master used to sleep on a golden quilt, but now he doesn't even have a straw mat. He said dryly, "Master Jiang, why don't you stay in the carriage for one night? I'll sleep here, and I'll clean up carefully tomorrow morning."

Before leaving, his father stuffed him two taels of silver and told him to go to the town from the village, which was not far away and would only take half an hour.

He will buy some of the urgently needed items tomorrow. He will at least wait until the young master is settled before returning.

Otherwise, not to mention that he was worried, everyone who had received favors from Master Jiang when they gathered together that day would beat him up when he returned.

Jiang Shian shook his head. The carriage was square and he couldn't sleep well in it. He couldn't even stretch his legs.

He put the bag on the wooden bed and shook it out. "No need, you can go to the carriage and rest. You are tired after driving the carriage all day. I will just take a rest for a night. It is not as precious now as before."

"But……"

Zhang Ping wanted to say something else, but Jiang Shian had already sat down on the wooden bed and smiled at him, "I'll have to trouble you to help me clean up tomorrow, so you need to get enough rest. Brother Zhang, go and rest quickly!"

Zhang Ping pursed his lips. He really didn't deserve the title of "Brother Zhang", but seeing that Jiang Shian insisted, he didn't say anything more.

This young master Jiang also had a miserable life. He used to be stupid but had good clothes and food, and was loved by his parents and brother. Now that he is finally well, his life is...

If Master Jiang and the others knew how their youngest son is living now, they would be so heartbroken.

He originally wanted to stay here and sleep on the floor, and if anything happened in the middle of the night, he could just call him. But thinking of the difference in their status, it was not appropriate for them to sleep in the same room, so he could only return to the carriage.

As soon as Zhang Ping left, Jiang Shian didn't care whether there was any mud on the bed, he just fell on it.

After a long time, the wooden bed began to creak the moment I lay down on it. Fortunately, it was not winter, otherwise sleeping would have been a problem.

It's just a wooden bed. I've slept on floors that are colder, harder and dirtier than this before. So what's the big deal?

After sleeping for a few hours in the carriage in the afternoon, he was not sleepy yet, so he lay down and sorted out his thoughts.

The house is quite big, and the tables, chairs and benches in the house seem to be in good condition. The dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen are a bit old. I will clean them up tomorrow and wash and keep the usable ones.

In addition, all the weeds in the yard that were taller than his legs had to be dealt with. In a couple of days, the weather would get hot, and he might get a surprise from a nest of snakes.

The most troublesome thing is the roof. There are leaks in several places and it needs to be repaired with tiles. He knows how to do the job, but he just lacks something.

There were a few sets of clothes in the package. He felt that the material was good. There were also a few pairs of boots and coats...

After all, the Jiang family has taken good care of the young master, so his clothes must be very expensive, if not priceless.

Wang Cong packed four or five sets of clothes for him, and told him to take them to town tomorrow to see if he could sell them for a few copper coins. Since he was in the countryside, there was no need for overly fancy clothes.

As he thought about it, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

There was a gentle night breeze in the yard, and soon the cicadas' chirping disappeared, leaving the whole village in silence.

Jiang Shian dreamed of his childhood. At that time, he also slept on a wooden bed with a few pieces of dirty cotton wool under him. Four or five children were crowded on a large bunk bed. There was no quilt, so everyone hugged each other for warmth.

There were always children being taken in and adopted out of the orphanage, but he stayed there from the age of three to ten before a kindhearted person took him in and sponsored his schooling.

He was already a half-grown child at that time. Most families who want to adopt children will choose to adopt them when they are young and ignorant, so that they can live with their adoptive parents after they are adopted. Even the dean was shocked that someone would want to adopt him at this age.

However, he has been living in a rented house since he left the orphanage. He has never seen the adoptive father. Apart from paying his tuition, the other party also sends him living expenses by package delivery to his door.

At that time, he was thinking about finding a sponsor. Although he did not have the ability to earn money, a word of thanks was necessary.

However, under the cover-up that left no trace, he slowly gave up. He was so careful probably because he didn't want him to know his identity.