The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

There is nothing wrong with this young general, but I am the one with the problem now.

He also grew up in a wealthy family. After something happened at home, he was older and had seen a lot more good things than his younger brothers.

It's a bit ironic to say this.

He knew at a glance that those medicines were very precious and that with them one would not die.

And these people who live worse than dogs, when they get sick and have no medicine to take, they just lie down and sleep, and they get better after a good night's sleep.

Perhaps it was precisely because he had it in the past that, unlike his younger brothers, he had greater ambitions and was unwilling to struggle in this muddy swamp.

Over the years, he has been waiting for an opportunity to stand out.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Fang Youming's face also began to get hot, and the abnormal blush formed a sharp contrast with his pale complexion.

There was a glint of ambition and madness in his eyes. Who would be willing to be a vagrant at the beck and call of others for his whole life? As long as he could seize the opportunity to move up and change his fate, he would not be afraid of any hardship.

Even if I become a slave or a servant, what's wrong with being an obedient dog?

Sometimes being a dog is much easier than being a human.

If I climb up General Duan's tree and offer some advice to eliminate the enemy, maybe he will take a fancy to me and keep me by his side.

He stood up. It was a bit cold in the cellar and he only had a single layer of outer clothing on.

But his heart was burning with passion, and his trembling hands revealed his excitement. He held the clay pot, tied it with a rope, and then climbed up the ladder.

He pretended nothing had happened and came out with the jar.

Only then did he realize that it was raining outside.

Braving the rain, he hurried home.

Fortunately, it’s not far away, my home is just diagonally opposite.

Before entering the house, he suppressed the emotions on his face and turned back into the calm young man he was before.

He didn't want to show his miserable appearance in front of his family.

"Youming is back. Come on, it's time for dinner. Can I get the pickles?"

Aunt Fang Liu heard the voice and asked loudly, "After being an exile for so many years, the originally gentle and weak Sixth Madam of the Fang family has now become a straightforward woman."

"How could I forget what Sixth Aunt said?"

Fang Youming smiled and came in carrying a jar.

"Oh, how did you get wet? There's a rain hat at home. It belongs to your sixth uncle, and he didn't take it with him. You don't even know to put it on, kid. Look, you're soaked. Go change your clothes quickly. It would be bad if you catch a cold."

When they are sick, they can't afford to see a doctor. They just have to endure it and it will be over.

If the condition is more serious, go find some grass roots and boil them in water to drink.

"understood."

Fang Youming said this and went into his and his brother's room.

Aunt Liu came over, so my brother's room was given to her and her family, and now my brother lives with me.

She found a set of clothes to change into, let her hair down, gathered it slightly at the back, and tied it with a hemp rope.

Fang Youming's mother, He Jiajing, came out with the dishes. "Come and sit down to eat. After dinner, I'll light a fire for you and dry your hair."

"Don't bother, mother. It will be done in a moment."

He Jiajing glared at him and handed him the chopsticks.

"Nonsense, you're young and don't know. If you don't dry your hair while it's wet, you'll feel the pain when you get a flare-up when you're old."

She kept talking, saying that there was not enough firewood at home, and she would go out tomorrow to see which house had been demolished and pick up some rotten wood boards; then she talked about someone being chopped down in the south of the city and how much blood had been shed.

The two sisters-in-law were chatting and talking about a certain daughter-in-law who was stingy and didn't buy clothes for the children; they also talked about a certain son who was unfilial and made his parents live in a cowshed.

Time flies so fast. The once dignified and elegant Miss He and the eldest young lady of the Fang family are now like ordinary women, gossiping about other people's private affairs.

Fang Youming ate his meal silently. Seeing that his younger brother was only eating rice and not vegetables, he picked a few pieces of meat for him with the serving chopsticks.

"Eat more meat, not just rice."

Fang Youpu is only thirteen years old this year. Perhaps because of insufficient nutrition, he is thin and small, and looks like a normal ten-year-old child.

"Eat, big brother. I'm full."

Fang Youpu saw the meat in his bowl and hurriedly gave it to his brother.

Originally, all the children over ten years old in the family had to go out and do some chores, but he was already thirteen and had not yet gone out like his brothers.

He knew in his heart that this was all because his brother had a good relationship with the foreman. He begged the foreman, saying that he was not feeling well and let him stay at home so that his brother could help him with the work.

Fang Youming avoided the bowl and used the serving chopsticks to pick a few slices of meat from the bowls of his other brother and sister.

"Eat it all. There's more here. When you get paid in a few days, there'll be more meat to eat."

Uncle Six’s children are still young, one is seven years old and the other is four years old. When they heard that there was meat to eat, their eyes were wide with smiles as they bit the meat in their mouths.

On the other hand, Pu Ge'er swallowed his saliva, picked up the meat and took a light bite.

It’s so fragrant and delicious!

We rarely eat meat at home. We have only eaten it a few times since Pu Ge'er can remember.

That is, after moving to the Mu family, the family conditions became better because of my brother's relationship with the head of the family.

In the past, he and his brothers all slept in the basement. Most of the Mo Sheng people here had moved away, and there was no one to live here, so the government designated an alley for these refugees to live in.

Pu Ge'er felt that his life was really good now. He could have two meals a day, meat to eat, and he could have a room to sleep in. He was already very satisfied.

He wanted to follow his brothers to work and get some money from his boss so that he could bring it back to supplement the family business.

But his brother didn't allow him to go and asked him to study at home.

Pu Ge'er didn't know what reading meant, so his brother would teach him to recognize words when he had time after coming back, and he would learn as his brother taught him.

But he didn't understand, since they were refugees, what was the point of studying, as they couldn't take the imperial examinations.

He watched secretly and saw that his brother always picked up the dishes without even touching the meat.

His mother picked up some meat for him, but his brother ambushed him and put the meat back into his mother's bowl.

"I usually eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks with the captain, but I'm tired of eating meat, so I want to eat some vegetarian food to relieve the greasiness."

My brother said this more than once, and everyone in the family believed it.