Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

It was getting dark, and the few of them worked for an hour to prepare dinner.

Zhang Jingwei, who had never eaten brown rice, looked at the "rice" in the bowl with a gap in its mouth and fell into deep thought.

Why isn't the rice husked?

Although it is said that "simple food is a treasure, and eating it keeps you healthy," can this thing really be eaten?

Watching Zhang Liu eating with gusto.

Zhang Jingwei made up his mind and took two big mouthfuls of food.

This...how do I swallow this? Won’t it irritate my throat?

The moment he swallowed it, Zhang Jingwei almost vomited.

This really irritates my throat.

"Master, you are not used to eating brown rice. Tomorrow I will grind it into finer rice and cook it into porridge so that it is easier to swallow." Mu Tou saw Zhang Jingwei's dilemma at the moment. After all, the children of wealthy families all grew up eating refined rice.

"It's okay, it's okay. My son-in-law will return to the East Courtyard sooner or later!" The man who spoke was named Zhang Shiyi.

It’s not that I’m the eleventh child in the family, like Zhang Liu, but some villages in the north have the custom of Feng Shui masters using numbers to stabilize one’s fate.

Zhang Shiyi recognized Zhang Liu, so he took the opportunity to start a small talk with him.

"The eldest son of Master Liu's family is already a student, why is he still eating bran with us weaklings?" As he said this, he poured wine into Zhang Liu's glass.

"The master is gone, and the young master hasn't started a family yet. How can I abandon my master and leave?" Zhang Liu looked at Zhang Jingwei and said.

"Sixth Uncle, you have a child?" Zhang Jingwei asked in surprise.

Zhang Jingwei thought to himself: My son doesn’t take care of his own children, but comes to take care of me. This shows how loyal he is to the Zhang family.

"I have two sons and a daughter. The eldest son is studying in the city, and the younger son and daughter live with their mother in the countryside." Zhang Liu's face lit up with pride as he spoke.

Scholars in this world are very precious. If you pass the exam, you will become an official.

"Isn't my son-in-law also a scholar? Do you have any achievements?" The person asking the question was a thin servant named Liang Dahai.

Liang Dahai was a refugee from another place. Although his name was Dahai, he was as thin as a monkey.

Zhang Jingwei looked at Zhang Liu awkwardly and asked, "Do I have any honors?"

Zhang Liu downed the wine in his glass, waved his hand and said, "Of course. Our young master is the first scholar since the restoration of Yunzhou! He is truly a man of great talent and profound knowledge."

Everyone looked at Zhang Jingwei with admiration in their eyes.

The other two, Wang Ergou and Liu Guanjin, were refugees from other places, so they naturally didn't know about this. In an instant, the status of this "son-in-law" in their minds rose a lot.

Zhang Jingwei raised his wine glass, looked at the turbid wine with a greenish white tint, and took a small sip.

This rice wine has a natural aroma, a slightly sour taste at first, and a hint of sweetness in the aftertaste.

Is this the wine that the ancients drank?

It doesn't smell like alcohol at all!

Although it was not unpalatable, Zhang Jingwei still frowned and smacked his lips.

Seeing Zhang Jingwei's expression was the same, Zhang Shiyi quickly raised his glass to toast and started to flatter him: "I've heard that your son-in-law is a big drinker. After seeing your demeanor today, I can see that your reputation is well-deserved."

Zhang Jingwei waved his hand and said, "Uncle Eleven, thank you for the compliment."

After hearing the flattery, Zhang Jingwei directly filled a ladle and drank it all in one gulp.

"How delicious!" Zhang Jingwei wiped his mouth, picked up a piece of rabbit meat and devoured it.

Several people looked at Zhang Jingwei and smiled at each other.

It was completely dark.

Zhang Jingwei wanted to sleep on the kang, but Zhang Liu dragged him into the main room.

A few people used the tattered furniture from the marquis's mansion to decorate the main house and make it look brand new.

Only then did he realize that Liang Dahai was skilled in carpentry, and he would secretly bring back the Marquis's broken furniture and repair it.

The main house now has stools and tables, and the empty room next to it has been turned into a master bedroom.

The master bedroom had a large wooden bed, and although it had been repaired, it was still wobbly. Eventually, Zhang Jingwei applied the principle of "triangles provide stability" and added wooden strips to the two diagonal corners of the bed. This theory inspired Liang Dahai to refurbish some of his previously worn-out furniture.

"Only scholars have more insights." Liang Dahai praised Zhang Jingwei highly.

The bed is ready, all that's missing is some bedding.

"Mu Tou" took out his winter quilt by the light of an oil lamp and laid it on the mattress, then took out another quilt full of patches.

Hei Jun's face was full of embarrassment.

Zhang Jingwei also knew that this was the best he had ever given.

……

Late at night, Zhang Jingwei walked around the yard again and again, holding his stomach.

bathroom--!

This shabby yard doesn't even have a toilet.

Didn’t the nobles in ancient times pay great attention to hygiene?

In the flickering light of the oil lamp, he glimpsed what seemed to be a person squatting in the corner. Zhang Jingwei shouted, "Who! Who's there?"

"Sir, don't shout, it's me, Wang Ergou."

Zhang Jingwei approached and saw Wang Ergou holding a corn cob in his hand and squatting on the ground throwing a big bag.

"Is there no toilet here?" Zhang Jingwei asked helplessly as his eyes went dark.

Wang Ergou didn't answer directly but asked, "Son-in-law, didn't we install a toilet? Why are you running outside to get some cool air?"

"The room is so smelly, how can I sleep? I ask you, is there no toilet here?" Zhang Jingwei asked again.

"I've dug a hole. I'll bury it after I'm done."

"..."

Zhang Jingwei hesitated for a moment, then felt a pain in his stomach. Without saying a word, he pulled up his pants and squatted next to Wang Ergou.

"Later, bury my share too!" Zhang Jingwei said as he tightly grasped the rag in his hand.

"Yes!" Wang Ergou pinched his nose and nodded.

Zhang Jingwei, a city dweller, had barely used a dry toilet, and this was his first time using the toilet.

……

I returned to bed and tears began to fall unconsciously.

There is no system.

No cheats.

No money and power.

As expected, online novels are all lies.

...I really want to go home. I wonder if my parents will be too sad when they hear the news of my death.

Zhang Jingwei always thought that he was dead and traveled to this world after death.

He has insomnia...

The next day.

Zhang Jingwei sat in the yard early in the morning, staring blankly.

This action scared Zhang Liu.

"Young master, why are you here? Are you feeling unwell? I'll go ask the young lady to find a doctor!" Zhang Liu said panickedly, looking at Zhang Jingwei's dazed expression.

Zhang Jingwei didn't respond. He turned to Zhang Liu and asked, "Uncle Liu, are there any immortal cultivators in this world?"

Zhang Liu shook his head and said earnestly, "Those are all lies... People need to have hope in life, but they also need to be down-to-earth. Don't be wishful thinking, young master."

"Hahaha! That's good that there isn't any, that's good that there isn't any!" Zhang Jingwei suddenly burst into laughter like crazy.

"Hahaha."

Zhang Liu was also confused and thought: Has the young master gone crazy?

Including everyone in the courtyard, after getting up, they saw Zhang Jingwei slamming the table and laughing towards the sky, and they were also puzzled.

Zhang Jingwei stood up, looked at everyone and announced: "Everyone is here, it's just right for me to announce something, I am an idiot!"