I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

"Grumpy"

The skinny boy touched his stomach which was growling with hunger and stared at the empty table in front of him in a daze.

He was just over ten years old, at the age of growth. He had not eaten enough when he went out in the morning. Now, after not eating for a day, Han Xin's stomach was already uncomfortable with hunger.

Han Xin looked out the window. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the ground, reflecting his lonely and thin figure.

During this period, he often ate at the home of the Nanchang Pavilion Chief. Unexpectedly, when he came again today, the table was empty and there was no food left for him.

He felt very embarrassed and turned away resolutely.

When I turned around and left, I could still hear the voice of the Pavilion Chief's wife coming from the room.

"I've raised him for so long, and he comes to eat on time every day, but I've never seen a single piece of firewood. Even if he chops a bundle of firewood for us, it's not like he picks up food for free..."

Hearing this, he quickened his pace.

Back then, when he had just obtained the military book, he met the kind-hearted Sergeant.

He just thought that the other party knew that he had secret skills and would definitely be successful in the future, so he was showing goodwill to him at this time.

Naturally, he doesn't need to be polite to such a dependent person.

When he becomes successful in the future, he will naturally repay the other party.

I never thought that I would be despised to this extent today.

Han Xin walked a long way with his head down, until he came to a stream. He then depressedly drew out the long sword he carried with him and swung it at the grass by the stream.

"Gulu gulu..."

After some exercise, the feeling of hunger in my stomach became more obvious.

Han Xin bent down, scooped up some stream water, and drank a few mouthfuls to ease the churning in his stomach. Then he leaned against a tree with a sad face and worried.

"Ugh……"

With a sigh, he stood up, broke off a branch, and took out the hook and line from his arms, ready to try his luck. If he could catch a few fish, it would solve his food problems for several days.

The moonlight was shallow, illuminating the stream into a silvery white.

The little boy sat by the stream, staring motionlessly at the fish hook on the water.

The buzzing of mosquitoes surrounded him, but the young master paid no attention and sat as still as a pine tree.

As time passed, the chirping of insects became less and less frequent, but the fishing rod remained motionless.

Han Xin's stomach began to growl again, and a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

Just when he was about to give up, the fishing rod suddenly moved.

He was delighted and quickly gripped the fishing rod and pulled hard. A small fish was caught and struggled desperately on the ground.

Han Xin excitedly put the fish into a small puddle dug nearby and cast the rod into the water again.

Perhaps this fish brought him good luck, and in the following time, he caught several more fish.

Looking at the harvest in the puddle, Han Xin finally showed a long-lost smile on his face.

He skillfully strung the fish together with a straw pole and returned home with a long string of fish. The aroma of grilled fish soon wafted from the small straw hut.

From then on, Han Xin began his daily fishing days. Unfortunately, his luck was not always so good.

Fortunately, he met a kind-hearted washerwoman who often gave him some food, so he was able to barely survive.

This went on for more than a month.

That afternoon, the scorching sun was high in the sky. Han Xin had just exchanged the fish he had caught for some filling millet pancakes and passed by a meat stall.

He was thin, dressed in a coarse linen shirt, with his hair tied up casually, but he walked with his head held high, without any sense of embarrassment.

The butcher's man was very displeased with the man with a long sword on his waist and a noble look on his face. He thought that the man was too pretentious, so he shouted at him to stop.

"Hey kid, you're tall and thin, and you carry a long sword. So, are you really that powerful?" The butcher's voice was full of ridicule and provocation. When the people around heard this, they stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes to the two men.

Han Xin glanced at the butcher and saw that he was a big man with a face full of flesh. He knew that he only had brute force and it was pointless to argue with him, so he decided to turn around and leave without paying any attention to him.

But when the butcher saw that Han Xin ignored him, he felt that his face was insulted and his anger rose. He stepped out of the meat stall and stood in front of Han Xin.

"I didn't realize you were such a coward..." the butcher continued to provoke, "You hold a sword but don't dare show it to anyone. I think you're a coward. Why are you pretending to be so noble?"

People around began to whisper, some had a look of anticipation on their faces, while others shook their heads and sighed.

Han Xin frowned slightly, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

Seeing that Han Xin still didn't say anything, the butcher became even more proud. He straightened his neck and said to Han Xin viciously, "What? You don't dare to speak? Don't you have a sword hanging on your back? If you have the guts, stab me with it!"

Han Xin's face flushed red. The Qin laws were strict now. If he killed someone in broad daylight, he would surely be sentenced to death. Even if he managed to escape, he would have to hide and live a precarious life for the rest of his life.

It's not worth sacrificing your life for such a violent and aggressive person.

"Stab! Go ahead and stab me!" Seeing that Han Xin didn't resist, the butcher shouted even more unscrupulously, "I think you are a loser, afraid of death. Either stab me to death! Or crawl under my crotch, hahahaha!"

Han Xin's face turned pale in an instant, and his heart was filled with humiliation and anger.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. He really wanted to draw the sword at his waist and stab the hateful butcher fiercely.

However, his reason told him not to act impulsively.

Just as he closed his eyes and was about to bend over, a clear voice came from outside the crowd.

"Why are you making such a commotion in public? Aren't you afraid of being implicated for murder?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was shocked and looked back.

Then I saw a young man dressed in brocade clothes, a jade belt, with a handsome face and outstanding temperament. He was standing in the middle of a group of guards and was looking at everyone with an unhappy expression.

"Please spare my life, sir. I was unaware of this. Please forgive me!"

"I was wrong. Let's leave now. Let's leave now!"

Even the butcher knelt down on the ground at the first moment.

The common people are most afraid of officials, especially young men who go out with a group of guards. Just one look at them and you can tell that the other party is either rich or noble, and they cannot afford to offend them.

Only Han Xin remained standing. He looked up and down at the man not far away, his brows furrowed. After a moment's thought, he bowed and said thank you, "Thank you for your help, sir. If you need anything, I will definitely repay you."

Fusu looked at the thin young man in front of him, his eyes flashing with determination. He chuckled and replied casually, "Then join my guard and keep me safe."

Han Xin suddenly raised his head and looked at Fusu.