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

Early next morning!

When Jiang Shian woke up, it was already bright outside.

The sunlight shone in through the gap in the wooden door. Hearing a rustling sound outside, he stretched and stood up.

The scar on the arm under the sleeve turned purple, and it looked even worse. It didn't hurt anymore, but the skin of this body was delicate and sensitive, so it looked scary.

The only furnishings in the room were a red bed, a bedside table and a dressing table, which were empty.

There were two wooden wardrobes, the doors of which hung crookedly and looked like they had been eaten by insects, and the legs were broken. In addition, there were a few small stools, the tallest of which was only as high as his knees.

There was also a very small wooden bed at the end of the bed. It looked like a baby bed. It was probably where the original owner slept when he was a child. Jiang Shian walked over and took a closer look.

There was a line of small words carved on the outside of the wooden bed. He blew away the dust on it and read out: "The year is good and the times are peaceful, when spring comes, I can sing and chant as I please."

I think the name "Jiang Shian" comes from this.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a hint of smile.

He still had the same hairband he had worn yesterday. Ancient people, regardless of gender, had long, dense hair that was difficult to manage. He couldn't find a comb, so he just casually combed it and tied it into a high ponytail.

The original owner's mother's previous name was engraved on the dressing table, so this room should be where his parents lived.

As far as I can remember, his family moved to Qingping County when he was just four years old.

The original owner's father seemed to have always been quite capable. He took the college entrance examination at first, but after failing, he started a business. Although he was not very good at studying, he was very talented in business, and he started a small shop in the town and gradually expanded it.

The Jiang family's current glory is all thanks to the original owner's father. His second uncle Jiang Boyuan is the youngest son in the family. Maybe his parents have particularly favored him since he was a child, and he only knows how to follow behind and eat and wait for death.

Mrs. Jiang had a hard time raising the child alone, and Second Aunt Jiang helped a lot. Unfortunately, his Second Aunt was unlucky. She died when the original owner was eight years old. Later, Second Uncle remarried, and the Jiang family began to be in turmoil.

Mr. Jiang was grateful for Aunt Jiang's kindness, and when he was preparing to move to Qingping County when his business was getting better and better, he did not forget to bring the people from the second branch with him. Otherwise, the second branch would not be where they are today, and they would probably still be farming in the countryside.

Jiang Shian came out of his memories and walked out while shaking his head. What a heartless person.

The door opened, and the man who was busy in the yard looked up at him.

Zhang Ping found a sickle from somewhere and was now cutting the weeds in the yard.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "Master, get up. There is a clean wooden basin over there. The well water can still be used."

"Okay." Jiang Shian nodded and walked towards the corner of the yard he pointed to.

The weeds in this area have been cleared, and an old well can be seen with wooden barrels and basins next to it.

Rural areas are usually close to mountains or surrounded by rivers, and people usually have to carry water. It is much more convenient to have a well at home.

The wooden barrel was tied with a rope. Jiang Shian threw the barrel down, and then lifted it up when he saw it was full of water.

"Brother Zhang, we have known each other for a few days. Since I call you brother, you don't have to be so polite. Just call me Shi An." Hearing the other party calling him "young master" left and right, he was a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Ping nodded, and quickly cut the weeds with his hands, but his peripheral vision was always paying attention to Jiang Shian's movements. I didn't expect that the frail young master would be so skilled in fetching water. If I didn't know who he was after spending two days together, he really wouldn't look like a young master from a wealthy family.

With Zhang Ping cleaning the yard, Jiang Shian planned to clean up the living room, bedroom, kitchen and other rooms that would be used first.

It was dark last night and I didn't get a good look, but I could see the house clearly during the day.

The house was made entirely of bricks and rubble. Although the yard was overgrown with weeds, one could still see cobblestones in the gaps.

In addition to the main room in the middle, there are two side rooms on the left and right. The kitchen is on the east side, and the firewood room in the corner is used to store things, which contains a lot of wood and hoes. There is also a small door left in the corner of the firewood room.

Jiang Shian opened the door and took a look. There was a separate toilet built at the back.

After checking it out, Jiang Shian couldn't help but sigh that this house was truly an ancient rural mansion.

He had been traveling all night yesterday, without stopping to eat anything but a few steamed buns. After a while it was time for breakfast, so he went to the kitchen to clean up.

There was no way there was any food left inside, and even if there was, it would have been spoiled. A lot of the roof tiles were broken. There was a hole, but fortunately the pots and stoves were still usable.

The knife was covered with a thick layer of rust, and the bowls and chopsticks were covered with dust. There were also earthenware pots, various casseroles, and wooden basins.

As Jiang Shian packed them up, he thought to himself that these ancient things were durable. Except for a few that were cracked and rusted and could no longer be used, the rest could still be used to store things after a wash.

I don’t have money now so I can’t be so particular about it, so I’ll just use it temporarily.

He packed up all the things and moved them to the well. He swept the house with a broom.

Zhang Ping saw it, put down his sickle and walked towards him, and hurriedly said: "This is all strenuous work, Shi An, let me do the cleaning, I'm almost done cutting the grass here." These heavy jobs should be done by men like them. Not to mention his status as a young master, how could a young man like the other party endure such hardship.

"It's okay. It's not a heavy job. I'll move a stool and sit on it to wash." Jiang Shi'an moved a wooden stool that had been cleaned and almost dried and sat on it.

Zhang Ping's attitude made him a little confused. At first, he thought that he was a young master who couldn't do these things. But after spending time with him yesterday, he must have understood him a little and knew that he was not a young master who had never touched the water of spring spring.

We are all men, and these tasks are not very laborious, so why are we becoming more cautious?

baffling.

He couldn't figure it out and didn't think about it any further. He just thought that the other party simply felt that these jobs were not suitable for him because of his identity.

In front of him was a wooden basin he had found in various houses. The well water had not been used for a long time and was a little cold. Fortunately, the sun was good today so he could wash while drying it.

Jiang Shian looked at his face reflected in the water, slightly distracted.

It is about 80% similar to his modern appearance. But compared to his modern handsome and sunny appearance, this face has a softer tone and more delicate features.

He reached out and touched a small black mole under his eyelid. There was also a mole on his modern body, in the same place, and even the size seemed to be the same.

Could this be the reason why he came here?

Seeing that he insisted on going back to his own work, Zhang Ping sped up his movements. He had to move faster and help with more work.

It took a whole morning to cut most of the weeds in the yard, and the pots and pans in the kitchen were cleaned and placed in the yard to dry. Jiang Shian only cleaned the other rooms roughly.

Seeing that it was getting late and his stomach was rumbling with hunger, he stopped what he was doing, got up and walked towards the bedroom, saying to Zhang Ping, "Brother Zhang, it's getting late. Let's go to town, eat something and buy some furniture."

Zhang Ping subconsciously touched the two taels of silver in his arms, nodded, and went to the door to harness the carriage.