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

Zhang Jingwei is from the south, and the dryness of the north has made his lips chapped, but there is not even a bucket of water in the woodshed.

"Hello! Is there anyone here? Give me some water!" Zhang Jingwei shouted at the closed doors and windows. Nearly two hours had passed, and life without a mobile phone made him even more irritated.

He kicked the door again and again, and when there was no response, he used his shoulder to push it against the wall.

Zhang Liu on the side quickly stepped forward to stop him.

If it were his original body, Zhang Jingwei could easily break open the wooden door.

But with this bamboo-like skeleton now, even if it falls apart, it can't break open the broken door.

It’s frustrating, so frustrating.

Hungry and thirsty people can go crazy. Zhang Jingwei kicked the door and screamed heartbreakingly: "If I die here, your Lordship trapped his son-in-law to death. If this gets out, will Miss Huangfu be able to look good?"

"You're trapping me to death. You can remarry."

"Do you want to find another son-in-law and then be tortured to death by you?"

……

The more you curse, the more tired you get; the more you curse, the hungrier you get; the more you curse, the angrier you get.

The tears that couldn't be restrained flowed out again.

Time passed second by second, and the master and servant stopped talking. Zhang Liu dozed off by the door, while Zhang Jingwei curled up in the corner, racking his brains to think of how to return to the real world.

Indeed, modern people cannot survive even a second in medieval life without mobile phones and computers.

Until dusk.

There was a bustling crowd and sparse footsteps in the yard.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Liu became alert at first, squinting his eyes and trying hard to look towards the crack of the door.

Seeing that it was the servants leaving work, he hurriedly banged on the wooden door and shouted: "Come! Open the door quickly! My young master is dying!"

Zhang Jingwei was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he heard this. Although he was tired and hungry, he was not about to die.

A middle-aged man at the door asked, "Is this Master Liu?"

"It's me. Since you recognize me, please open the door and save my young master!" said Zhang Liu.

The Zhang family is wealthy and powerful in Yunzhou City. They are kind and charitable, and have earned a good reputation.

"Sixth Master, you really put us in a difficult position. Your young master has been put in solitary confinement by the young lady, and it is not easy for us servants to release him without permission." The man outside the door spread his hands, refusing to let him go.

"Please consider this as a favor to Mr. Zhang in the past and save my young master." Zhang Liu lowered his posture and pleaded.

"You... Hey, Wood, you're crazy!"

Before the man outside the door could finish his words, he was pushed away by a strong man carrying firewood.

Without saying a word, the sturdy man pulled out the door latch and pushed open the wooden door.

The force was so amazing that Zhang Liu was knocked to the ground, and the whole woodshed was filled with dust.

"Are you the young master of the Zhang family?" the burly man asked coldly.

In the red light of the setting sun, Zhang Jingwei saw clearly the nearly two-meter-tall burly man with messy hair wrapped in a piece of linen. He had a dark square face and thick sword-like eyebrows. He looked like a hero from Liangshan in Water Margin.

Perhaps frightened by the cold aura, Zhang Jingwei replied tremblingly: "I...I am, what do you want?"

The strong man slowly walked in front of Zhang Jingwei. At this time, Zhang Liu also recovered and protected Zhang Jingwei.

Both the master and the servant were heartbroken.

At this moment, the strong man fell to his knees with a "puff!"

"Master, I'm really happy to hear that you're not dead."

The strong man lowered his head, tears falling to the ground one after another.

Zhang Jingwei and Zhang Liu looked at him in confusion.

……

The strong man was named "Mu Tou". Before he was born, his father was taken away by a tiger in the forest. When he was a teenager, his mother died of illness on a winter night because his family was too poor.

At that time, I still relied on Mr. Zhang for support and took care of my mother's funeral. After that, it was Mr. Zhang who made arrangements for me to be taken in by the village chief's family.

"I remember now, you are the little beggar who stopped the Zhang family's carriage that year." Zhang Liuyi exclaimed, slapping his forehead.

He recalled the time when he drove with his master to inspect the farms in the countryside.

On the way, a little beggar suddenly stopped their carriage and asked the master to save his mother. The harvest that year was poor and every family was poor. No one helped him, and his mother died that day. Master Zhang took out 10 strings of cash and gave him money to take care of her funeral.

"Sixth Master, I will never forget the kindness you and the master have shown me. Now that the young master is in such a predicament, I just want to serve you and repay the master's kindness." Mu Tou kowtowed heavily to Zhang Jingwei.

"Okay, okay, get up quickly! Why do you like visiting graves so much?" Zhang Jingwei shrank into the corner in fear.

Mu Tou wiped his tears, stood up, put down the firewood on his back, and took out a skinny rabbit from the bundle.

The people outside watching the show had their eyes shining.

"There's meat again!"

"I haven't eaten meat in a long time. Wood is really good."

"Brothers, please lend a hand and set up the kitchen."

As they spoke, they began to rub their hands together.

"This was hunted for my young master!" Mu Tou shouted to everyone.

Zhang Jingwei looked at the hare in Mu Tou's hand, and then looked at the people at the door who were drooling with greed.

"Let's make some soup for everyone to eat together." Zhang Jingwei rubbed his stomach and said.

Everyone was moved and shouted: "Uncle-in-law is so generous, thank you for the meat!"

Zhang Jingwei strode out of the woodshed and saw the big water tank in the yard. Without saying a word, he walked straight in and drank two big scoops of water.

He was thirsty for a long time, and he could even drink a big bucket of dish water.

Taking advantage of the free time, Zhang Jingwei used his way of dealing with grassroots workers in the company to understand the situation of the servants in the courtyard.

It turned out that this yard was a handyman's yard, where the lowest-level laborers lived.

Normally, I do odd jobs, but they are not as simple as watering, cleaning, and arranging. Sometimes I have to chop wood, clean toilets, fish in the lake, empty slops, and move goods...

In addition to a little monthly salary, they also distributed some bran and rice.

In addition to "Mutou", there are four other such laborers in the yard.

Life was rather hard, but in times of war it was good enough to have something to eat.

Zhang Jingwei looked at the layout of the yard. To the right of the woodshed was a main house, which contained a lobby and an empty room. To the right of the main house were three side rooms, two large and one small.

"Mu Tou" lived in a room alone, and the others lived in a room with two people, and their beds were all northern earthen kangs.

Zhang Jingwei's eyes lit up when he saw this "kang". He had only seen it on TV before and had never experienced it.

Finally, I took a look around the backyard. The backyard was a pile of junk. All the unwanted or broken things of the owner were moved here.

After a week of inspection, the people in the yard had already set up firewood and boiled water in a large pot. Although the pot had been cleaned several times, it still looked rusty.

No seasoning...

Not even any salt.

One of the thin servants gritted his teeth and took out a small piece of lard from the room.

"My son-in-law is here to visit us, so I can't be stingy!" He said with a silly laugh.

Seeing this, the middle-aged servant named "Eleven" also returned to the room and took out a small jar of wine.

"I was thinking of having a bite during the Chinese New Year, so today I'm going to use it to welcome my uncle. I hope he doesn't mind!"

Zhang Jingwei's affinity enables him to build good relationships with grassroots people no matter where he is.