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

A simple meal of two dishes and one soup is enough to satisfy two people.

Zhang Ping looked at Jiang Shian again and again, his eyes full of admiration. He thought the young master only knew a little bit, but he didn't expect his skills to be so good.

As long as there is food at home, no one will go hungry, and he can rest assured.

Jiang Shian ate only 80% full and couldn't eat anymore, so he picked up a stool and sat in the yard to get some fresh air.

The air in ancient times was so good. It felt like there was either the smell of grass and trees, or the fragrance of flowers coming from somewhere.

Zhang Ping cleared away the dishes and boiled a large pot of hot water.

The well water was fine for washing vegetables, but it was too cold for bathing. The two of them had been tired all day, so they would definitely take a bath before resting.

I have a bathtub at home. Although the edges are a little cracked due to age, it does not leak and is still usable.

Jiang Shian found it, washed it, and moved it into his room. He just changed out of the long robe he was wearing. This robe affected his work too much, so he squatted on the ground, and the hem of the robe was sweeping the floor.

Zhang Ping had nothing else to do after dinner, so he took his hoe and started digging the grass roots in the yard. He was leaving tomorrow, so he wanted to do more for the young master.

At this time, Jiang Shian was standing in the room taking a shower.

The hand froze in mid-air.

He didn't take off his clothes when he went to bed yesterday, and now his clothes were half taken off. He looked down and frowned in confusion.

A man's breasts can be so... so...

Unable to find an adjective for a moment, he reached out and poked it.

Soft...soft...

Although he was not a muscular man in his previous life, he also had neat four-pack abs. But this body, let alone abs, is full of soft and smooth skin wherever you touch it.

He could understand that the young master had never done any water before. At worst, he would just exercise every day and his abdominal muscles would appear over time.

But this slight bulge didn't look like that of a woman... He really couldn't understand it.

I hesitated whether to ask Zhang Ping, but I was worried that I would be exposed, thinking of the pile of books drying in the yard. It seems that I can only look at it myself. After all, this is a dynasty without history. It is normal if there is a genetic mutation.

Anyway, he didn't feel any other discomfort, so he felt relieved. He sighed comfortably, and dozed off on the edge of the bathtub.

By the time he finished his bath and cleaned up the tub, Zhang Ping had already gone back to his room to rest.

There was a soft mattress under him, and the marks of youth on his body had almost healed. Jiang Shian finally had his first good sleep since arriving in ancient times.

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When the cock crowed, Jiang Shian stood up.

Zhang Ping was going back today. The people had taken the trouble to send him here and helped him do so many things. The journey would take at least ten hours. He made some food for them to take with them on the way.

He got dressed and left the bedroom.

It was still early and the yard was pitch black.

Zhang Ping had also gotten up and was harnessing the carriage. Seeing Jiang Shian getting up so early, he stopped and said, "Why did Shian get up so early? You should rest more after working hard for two days."

Jiang Shian went to the well to fetch water to wash, raised his hand and yawned, then said with a smile, "It's okay, I went to bed early last night. Brother Zhang, wait a minute and I'll make you two pancakes to take with you."

"No need. There are several post stations along the way. I can't starve. You should go back and rest. The house hasn't been cleaned up yet since I left. I'm really worried about you." Zhang Ping sighed.

A clear and pleasant voice came from the kitchen, "It doesn't take much effort to make a few pancakes anyway. Besides, it will be hard for you to eat my cooking after you leave, Brother Zhang. I'll make some more and you can bring them to Grandpa Zhang and the others to taste. Tell them that I'm fine now and they don't need to worry about me all the time. Just take care of yourself."

As he spoke, Jiang Shian lit the kitchen oil lamp, illuminating the area around the stove.

Zhang Ping was touched when he heard him. It was hard for the young master to still miss his old man at home. He picked up some weeds and threw them before turning over the horse, then washed his hands and went into the kitchen.

I am leaving now, and I am really reluctant to do so.

Jiang Shian scooped two bowls of thin noodles, poured water into them and stirred them quickly in one direction. Growing up in the north, he always had to eat noodles at home. He had no experience at first and got flour all over himself. The noodles he made were often half-cooked, but he became more skilled after making them more often.

Later, when he went to the south for college, even his roommates were amazed at his dough-kneading skills, and they would pester him to cook noodles for them in their spare time.

Thinking of his four roommates in college, he had a nostalgic smile on his face. When those four guys knew he was gone, the eldest and second oldest probably felt very sad, and the third oldest probably cried miserably.

This fine flour does not need to be rested for too long, and after adding eggs, the dough can be kneaded until smooth and then rolled into a pancake.

Zhang Ping lit the fire, and before leaving he became more talkative, chattering on and on.

At the end, Zhang Ping paused, remembering that Master Wen Jing was also missing, and couldn't help but remind him, "Shi An, you must not be as close to other men as you are to me. I treat you as my younger brother, but as a brother, you still need to keep a little distance from them. You... you are too good-looking, and it's easy for people in the village to gossip about you if you don't pay attention."

"Ah?" Jiang Shian was confused and turned the pancake over. Confused, he asked, "Brother Zhang, what's the difference between you and me? Aren't we both men?"

Yes, the young master was stupid before, and Madam Jiang might not have told him about these things. He was careless these days, and if he hadn't mentioned it, he might suffer in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ping spoke in more detail.

After hearing what the other party said, Jiang Shian was shocked and stood still.

He said "Fuck" in his heart and swallowed.

The third child in their dormitory is a little gay, and has a boyfriend who he has been dating since high school. Sometimes when I see something interesting, I will share it with them.

The eldest and the second oldest are very straight, and every time they take a look, they become uninterested and go do other things. Although he is not gay, he will follow and take a look out of curiosity.

I didn't expect that I had traveled into the ancient version of ABO literature.

He didn't reject homosexuality, but he couldn't help but shudder at the thought of getting married and having children. This kind of overturned his worldview.

As he was thinking, his hands stopped moving, until he smelled burnt food, and Jiang Shian suddenly came back to his senses.

Damn, his pie!!!

Zhang Ping thought he was frightened, so he softened his voice and patiently explained, "Don't worry, Shi An, there's actually no difference between you and a man. As for the rest, you're still young, there's no rush."

"Ah, hehe..." Jiang Shian pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

I baked more than ten pancakes and wrapped them in cloth, and left the burnt ones in the bowl next to them.

At this time, the sky gradually brightened. After a while, it would be bright.

Zhang Ping got on the carriage and couldn't help looking back at the figure behind him.

Jiang Shian stood at the door and waved. Zhang Ping was the first person who showed him kindness after he came to this world, and the one who helped him the most. Watching the carriage go away, he felt a little empty in his heart. He would have to live alone in the future.

He stared blankly into the distance until the carriage disappeared from his sight.

I turned around and prepared to go back to take a nap, but I could smell a strong smell of blood.

The weeds in the yard were almost cleared, but there were still some on both sides of the door that had not been cleared. Noticing a dark shadow in the grass on the right, he picked up a branch and slowly walked over.

He poked the dark shadow in the bushes with a stick, and when it didn't move, he took a few steps closer.

After pulling aside the bushes, it was revealed that there was a man lying on the ground. His face could not be seen and his hands were covered in blood.

Jiang Shian looked at the person in front of him with some hesitation. If he died at the doorstep of his house with an unknown identity, he might face a lawsuit. But with so much blood, if he rescued him and brought him home, he would still face a lawsuit if he couldn't be saved.

After hesitating for a while, he finally squatted down beside the man, reached out and patted him on the back, "Hey, big brother, wake up!"

"Dude, your house is on fire."

After shouting a few times, the man still didn't respond, so Jiang Shian hit him harder.

The man finally reacted. He coughed and slowly turned his head, his eyes full of cold murderous intent.

With the blood splattered on his face, he looked like a ghost crawling out of hell. Jiang Shian was frightened by him and sat down on the ground.

After realizing what was happening, he shouted at the person on the ground with some shame and anger: "Are you dead or not? If you're not dead, go to someone else's house. I'm afraid I'll be sued!"