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

After the storm, several people cleaned up the mess in the yard.

The one who felt the most distressed was Liang Dahai. These pieces of furniture were all carefully repaired by him, but after the fight, they were basically unusable.

She kept muttering to herself while beating him up.

"Do you have to hit me with a stool?"

"Do you have to slap the table?"

"Can't you just go out and fight?"

……

Mu Tou was concentrating on his work, and Zhang Jingwei kept staring at him.

Zhang Jingwei just realized that Mu Tou was a full head taller than him. In fact, Liang Dahai was not short, but he looked shorter because of Mu Tou's height.

At first, Mu Tou just felt uncomfortable being stared at, but as he watched, Zhang Jingwei directly lifted up his clothes.

Mu Tou took a step back and said with a red face: "Master, just say what you want to say. It's almost dark. If you don't tell me, I have to go to bed."

Zhang Jingwei chuckled and asked, "How did you get these injuries? Don't tell me they were scratched while working, I don't believe it."

Mu Tou scratched his head and chuckled, "I was scratched during a fight."

Zhang Jingwei didn't believe it and asked sarcastically, "Fighting with a tiger?"

Mu Tou stood up and continued casually, "Yes, there were also big black bears, snow wolves, and wild boars, but they were too big. We almost lost a few times."

Zhang Jingwei was shocked at first, but when he saw his muscular body, he thought that if he used some skills, he should be able to defeat some large beasts.

"How old are you? These injuries look quite old."

Mu Tou scratched his head and laughed innocently, "I'm twenty-one this year, and all these injuries were sustained when I was fifteen or sixteen. It's embarrassing to say that I haven't found a wife at such an old age."

Throughout ancient China, "all men over the age of sixteen and women over the age of fourteen are allowed to marry." Otherwise, they would be subject to additional taxes.

Zhang Jingwei laughed and said, "At that age, I would have to call you brother, Brother Mu."

You shook your wooden head like a rattle: "No... I dare not call you brothers with the young master."

"I have another question. Is Mu Tou your real name? Is your last name Mu?"

Having said that, Mu Tou suddenly paused, as if recalling some memories.

Mu Tou wiped the sweat off his face, looked up at the night sky and recalled, "When I was little, my father did give me a name. But after my parents died, Grandpa Muramasa wouldn't let me say my name in front of others."

"why?"

Not only Zhang Jingwei was curious, but others also stopped what they were doing and gathered around.

"Regarding my background, Grandpa Muramasa told me before he died that my father was a stranger and a deserter. But he was kind-hearted, so he settled down in the village as a hunter and even married my mother. But I never heard my father talk about it when I was little. He only taught me how to stumble and strengthen my body, saying that a strong body could withstand the cold of the north... I don't remember the rest."

Mu Tou spoke and everyone listened.

However, he has never revealed his real name, probably because the world is still not peaceful.

Zhang Jingwei didn't ask any more questions. After sending everyone away, he went back to his room.

……

At night, Zhang Jingwei couldn't sleep again. He was alone in the yard holding an oil lamp, watching the clepsydra drip into the water pot drop by drop until the floating ruler reached "three quarters past midnight".

Then with a splash, the water in the bucket quickly flowed out along the U-tube.

The floating ruler returned to "the first moment of Zichu time".

Zhang Jingwei looked at the moment when the water dried up, which was just like a red-suction flush toilet. He felt so refreshed and relieved!

So I went back to my room and went to sleep contentedly.

The weather in July was not cold, but Zhang Jingwei always felt cold.

There were dark shadows moving around outside the window. Zhang Jingwei, who was originally an atheist, began to feel scared after traveling through time.

There won’t be any ghosts, right?

After several mental struggles in bed, I decided to get up and check.

Because the best way to conquer fear is to face it.

"All you ghosts and gods, show yourself before me." He shouted first to give himself courage.

Then he opened the door.

I saw three masked men in black clothes, each carrying a large black bag, walking on tiptoe.

The one closest to him met his eyes.

"Brother, please be more careful. You are so poor now, what else can you steal?"

A thief-like man stepped forward, covered his mouth, and put a dagger to his neck.

"Master Zhang, I'm sorry, someone wants to borrow some light from you for money."

Paying a murderer?

This is the Marquis' Mansion, how did they get in?

"Brothers, we are only after money, not life. I will let you go after my brothers have finished lighting the fire. Then you can run for your life."

Seeing that the matter was exposed, the other two opened the black bag and quickly opened the oil can and poured it around the main house.

The two men blew up the fire stick at the same time, threw it at the oil stall, and then escaped over the wall.

The man in black who kidnapped Zhang Jingwei pushed him away and fled with the two men, leaving Zhang Jingwei with a confused look on his face.

Seeing the fire snake swallowing the whole house in an instant, Zhang Jingwei covered his mouth and nose without thinking, ran to the yard, and shouted: "Help, there is a fire!"

Everyone who heard the cry for help also woke up.

Zhang Liu came to look after Zhang Jingwei's safety.

The rest of the people fetched water to put out the fire. Since there was not enough water in the yard, they ran to the lake to fetch more.

They did not dare to speak out because the punishment for arson was very severe in that era. The punishment ranged from a fine at the very least to beating with a stick at the worst. Those who caused casualties could be sentenced to death.

Fortunately, the fire was brought under control within half an hour.

But there were too many dry things piled up in the woodshed, and everyone took turns pouring bucket after bucket of water, but it still didn't put out the fire.

The main house had been burned beyond recognition.

After learning from Zhang Jingwei that someone had deliberately set the fire, Zhang Liu was furious and wanted to report it to the police.

However, he was stopped by Zhang Jingwei.

"It was definitely done by that bastard Wang Heng (Butler Wang)." Wang Ergou cursed.

Zhang Jingwei asked, "Do you have evidence?"

Liu Guanjin said: "What evidence do you need? You got hurt during the day and you're looking for revenge at night."

Liang Dahai, who took great care of his furniture, said nothing. He just looked at the pile of blackened charcoal with a distressed look, sighed deeply, and sat down on the ground.

Zhang Shiyi, who had been keeping watch at the door, suddenly ran into the yard and shouted.

"Sir, the officials are coming!"

It’s clear now, everything is clear now.

They hired someone to commit arson and then notified the government. I guess the government was also bribed, so they were just waiting to be taken to the government office and beaten.

"Don't panic, I'll go and lobby." Zhang Liu walked to the door and waited for the officials.

Four or five officers frowned, fanning their cigarettes with one hand and holding their swords at their waists with the other.

The shackles jingled with the footsteps of several people.

"Captain Yang, thank you for coming here in person at this late hour. Here's some tea money for you officers!" He took out two small coins from his pocket and handed them over.

Captain Yang didn't even look at Zhang Liu, but walked straight to Zhang Jingwei, holding the shackles in his hands.

"Master Zhang, we suspect you of setting fire at night, destroying houses, and endangering the public. Please come with us."

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