The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Kang Ge'er nodded vaguely, and he said that the people of Mo Sheng did not have the habit of building cellars. It turned out that this was a good custom brought over from their Great Chu.

"If I come, I will knock at the entrance of the cellar first. If you hear any other noise, you can hide first."

Fang Youming pointed to the other side, where there was a gap that could accommodate one person, and there was a large woven basket next to it that could just block it.

"That's the secret room that was originally built for war. Only a little bit has been dug out now, but it's enough for the Tibetans."

Kang Ge'er laughed, "You guys have everything you need."

"It's just a way for us little people to survive. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Seeing Kang Ge'er smile, Fang Youming also smiled apologetically, but it caused pain at the corner of his mouth and his face twitched a little.

Captain Zhao showed no mercy when he slapped Youming's face. The face that had been smeared with the medicine reflected the oil and became red and swollen like a peach growing on it.

Oh, that’s not right, why is it a peach?

Kang Ge'er felt a little dizzy and his wound was infected and inflamed. He might have a fever.

"If you encounter any difficulties, just tell me and I will help you."

Fang Youming looked up in surprise, as if he didn't expect him to say that.

He shrank his neck, as if trying to hide his face, but this action made it possible for the person opposite to see him more clearly.

It's not a peach, but more like the honey buns that my grandmother asked someone to make.

bah bah bah.

"Sir, you are aware that the prisoners exiled to Yuanning are to be summoned to settle in the Mu clan. When the war is over, the officials in charge of household registration will come and demote them to the common people."

The Fang family has been around for three generations, but once this decree was issued, they only had to wait for the court officials to come and they would become good citizens.

Ultimately, there are too few people in Da Chu.

Especially after several years of war, this area near the border is sparsely populated.

The good people who have already settled down are unwilling to move, only these refugees are willing to come.

"Because of the war, wealthy merchants and high-ranking officials in Frye City, Mao City, and Mu City all fled with their wealth before the Great Chu attacked. The only ones left were ordinary people who couldn't make a living. Territories were divided and governors were appointed. Currently, the southern part of the city is under the temporary jurisdiction of Governor Zhao."

Fang Youming spoke calmly, even when he mentioned the person who had just humiliated him today, he remained calm.

Kang Ge'er didn't really know any of this and just sat there listening attentively.

"In my family, my grandmother passed away a year ago. My grandfather is still alive. Because he is educated, he serves as an attendant to educate the barbarians. He also has a mother and younger brothers. As the eldest son, I have to make some plans for the family."

"I read a couple of books when I was young, and I have a pretty good brain. Captain Zhao, thank you for not looking down on my background and letting me stay by your side as a servant. The little money I earn occasionally can help support the family."

"Did Captain Zhao injure your face?"

Don't hit people in the face, especially this slap, it looks like it was done with great force.

"The manager has a lot of things to do, and it's inevitable that he'll get angry when things don't go his way."

Kang Ge'er was curious, "Don't you resent him in your heart?"

Fang Youming gave a bitter smile, "As a slave, I have no choice but to accept the punishment even if they want to beat me or kill me. I can do nothing but bear the consequences myself. It is absolutely unacceptable to let my family be implicated in a fit of rage."

"He is a man of pure and filial piety."

"I am overwhelmed and thank you for your kind words, sir."

Fang Youming then said, "Sir, would you please let me keep watch for you tonight? To be honest, I'm afraid they'll be worried if I go home in this state."

Kang Ge'er didn't care and just said thank you to him.

Thinking back to the past, if he got injured, he had to hide it when he returned home, for fear that his mother would see it and cry out of heartache.

The pain in his abdomen made Kang Ge'er's eyes sore. He missed home.

He still had some medicine on him, and after taking it he slowly fell asleep.

That night he vaguely realized that he had a fever, and also felt someone around him constantly using cold water to cool him down.

His head felt heavy, and he thought it would pass without having to stay up all night, but he never opened his eyes.

The poison in the arrow took effect, and it was more severe than during the day.

Although he took the detoxification pill, the poison was still there and he needed to take another one.

But he only had one, and he didn't wear the others.

The next day, he still hadn't woken up, and Fang Youming felt a little depressed.

Last night, General Duan asked him to go to the mill in the west of the city and bring a message, and someone would come to take him away.

He got up early, having not slept the whole night, but he was in better spirits than usual.

The medicine worked well, and his face was almost healed by this morning, with only a few red marks left.

Fang Youming couldn't see, so he just touched both sides of his face. They were symmetrical, so there shouldn't be any problem.

After looking at himself in the water, he went home first.

"Where did you go yesterday? Why didn't you come back?"

Fang Youming often stays out all night. Although his family is used to it, they still ask about him every time out of concern.

Seeing his mother washing clothes, Fang Youming scooped some water with a ladle and drank a sip.

"In the east part of the city, the warden invited me to drink yesterday, but I didn't drink. I waited on him that night."

"No wonder you reek of alcohol. Go back and change your clothes so you can take a shower together."

He Jiajing paused while pounding the clothes, feeling unhappy, and forced a smile as she spoke to her son.

Fang Youming felt a little guilty. This was a small jar of wine that his sixth uncle had hidden with great difficulty. He used some and spilled it on himself.

Sin, sin.

"Okay, let's go now."

"Hey, wait a minute, what's going on with your face?"

He Jiajing looked at Fang Youming's face suspiciously. There were red marks on it, which looked like slap marks.

Fang Youming's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the water beside him and said in a nonchalant tone:

"Oh, maybe it got pressed when I was sleeping on my stomach. Oh, forget it. I'm going to change my clothes first."

After getting away with it, Fang Youming walked into the house calmly, without any guilt about lying.

He Jiajing started to lose herself in thought as she pounded her clothes.

Over the years, she could accept herself as an ordinary woman, but she could not accept that her eldest son was working outside as a servant to others.

You can say she is aloof or arrogant.

But her eldest son was the handsome young man who was once praised by countless people.

"Mother, thank you for your help."

Fang Youming changed his clothes, but he was still wearing an ordinary short brown shirt, and his pants were even shorter.

"This was done last year, and it's actually grown a bit taller."

He Jiajing retracted her expression, looked at her eldest son, and spoke with a frown.

Fang Youming moved slightly and said nonchalantly, "It's just like this. It's suitable for this weather."

He started to walk out, "Mother, I have something to do, so I'll leave first. You can't keep me any lunch."

He walked out the door quickly.

He Jiajing opened her mouth to say that she wanted to eat first, but the person had already disappeared.

"This kid."