Hengjiang County, Dayan is an inconspicuous small county.
Shangyue Building
The girl who was accompanying the drink looked at the absent-minded look on the young master's face, so she lightly opened her lips and said, "Master, what are you unhappy about? If you tell me, I might be able to help you relieve your boredom, but don't suffer alone."
If you wear it, it’s easy to hurt your body!”
The young master laughed slightly at himself, "What makes me unhappy? I have no worries about food and clothing! If I say that I am unhappy, are you happy too?"
The girl's school secretary smiled awkwardly. Mr. Jiang didn't come here just once or twice. He was very anxious and ruthless in the past.
Not only was he not anxious this time, he also changed his mind to listening to ditties and played the same tunes as those poor scholars.
However, the girl’s school secretary doesn’t think much of it, as long as there is money to make, it’s all right. What’s more, although the young man in front of me looks fifteen or sixteen years old, his family is a prominent figure in Hengjiang County!
Seeing the girl's school secretary smiling and just pouring wine for him, the young man couldn't help but feel a little unmotivated.
Ever since he came to this world, Jiang Heng felt a little out of place in this world. There was no air conditioning or games, only a family of beautiful maids and personal maids.
But Jiang Heng knew that this was not the life he wanted.
It has been nearly a week since he came to this world, and he has gradually learned about the location of this body. It is a relatively remote small county in Dayan Kingdom.
It was more than seven hundred years since the Great Yan Dynasty. I heard that there seemed to be several countries nearby. But Jiang Heng didn't care about these. The first thing he did after he was reborn was to carefully inquire about what was different about this world.
Unfortunately, there don't seem to be many immortal cultivators in this world, and there are even very few legends about immortals. Not to mention that it's up to me to seek out immortals and pursue whatever I want.
Alas! The novel misled me, it was just nonsense.
This world is more like the structure of Jiang Heng's previous life that combined the Ming and Song dynasties, emphasizing culture over martial arts, and everything around him looks no different from ancient China.
"Alas, it seems that there is no extraordinary cultivation system in this world!" Jiang Heng sighed in his heart.
At this moment, Chang Sui Laifu, who had been standing by the side, reminded him in a low voice, "Master, I think I will be back soon."
"Yes." Jiang Heng nodded somewhat depressedly and waved his hand, "Laifu, give me the reward and we'll go back."
Changsui Laifu quickly took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve and put it on the table, then followed his young master out.
Laifu was Jiang Heng's long-time follower. He had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks that were no longer than twenty-three or four years old, but he also had a flattering look on his face, making him look like a dog-legged person.
When the girl's school secretary saw that there was a silver reward, she didn't bother anymore. She quickly collected the broken silver and happily gave it away to the distinguished guest.
After leaving the Shangyue Building, there was a carriage waiting outside. After entering the carriage, a pair of delicate, boneless hands were holding a delicate fruit plate, peeling the fruit, and delivering the pulp to Jiang Heng's mouth.
"Young Master, today is the time when I return home, so you can't stay too late." Xiaorou, the personal maid, said in a soft voice.
The personal maid Xiaorou is only fourteen years old, but she is already very graceful. She is not tall, but she has a graceful figure even in the loose maid uniform.
"Yes." Jiang Heng nodded slightly, eating the pulp in his mouth, and lay leisurely on the soft cushions of the carriage. There was a sigh in his heart.
So decadent!
This is not the life I want!
The carriage was driving quietly, but after a few cups of tea, the carriage stopped.
Xiao Rou was about to ask when the voice of Lai Fu sounded outside, "The young master was holding a funeral in front and the road was blocked! What bad luck!"
Xiaorou on the side frowned in displeasure, "Why is there another funeral? Go back home and Xiaorou boils water for the young master to remove bad luck!"
Jiang Heng remained silent, just opened the curtains and looked outside.
As expected, there was a funeral procession in front of him, and he was probably going to be carried outside the city and buried.
This is the eighth time this week this has happened.
"Are there too many dead people in the city?"
I am very confused. This is not a time of war, nor is it a time when cholera is rampant. This week, it is very strange.
"Oh! It's bad luck and people are dying. I think if this continues, Lao Wang's coffin shop in the east of the city is going to make a fortune!"
There were pedestrians talking to each other outside the carriage.
"No, I heard that the second son of the Liu family died strangely!"
"Didn't it mean that Liu Jiaerlang suddenly fell seriously ill and died suddenly while going to collect debts outside the city?"
"Hey, do you believe this? The corpse of Liu Jiaerlang stinked when he brought it back. Tell me, why does it smell so bad after just one day of death?"
"You mean?"
"It's something unclean!"
"After all, the body of Erlang Liu was found dead. It is said that things are not peaceful outside the city now."
"No, I heard..." the man in the crowd suddenly lowered his voice and whispered, "I heard that some time ago, a pair of merchants stayed at Zhaojiaji outside the city, but no one was alive the next day.
, the bodies were all broken into pieces.
Not only that, the guy who lives next door didn’t hear anything strange all night long, do you think this is weird?”
"Haha, Old Man Wang, aren't you just a storyteller? Are you making up stories to scare me?" Someone saw through the man's identity and burst into laughter.
Jiang Heng was not far away, so he could hear it vaguely, but when he heard the words, he lowered the curtains and shook his head.
Sneaky?
Jiang Heng didn't believe a word of it. It had been a week since he was reborn, and he didn't even see a ghost. It was just an ordinary parallel ancient world.
It's just spreading rumors.
Jiang Heng thought a lot when he came to this world, especially after knowing that there were no extraordinary systems, his thoughts became much lighter.
He wanted to go to school and get fame.
The status of literati in this world is still very high, and reading is the only one who is inferior in everything. Such classic quotations are also very popular in this world.
Jiang Heng also thought about obtaining fame and living a wealthy and luxurious life. Unfortunately, after his rebirth, he knew that he already had these things from the beginning.
I also thought about building aircraft and cannons in this world, but unfortunately, I have long forgotten mathematics and physics.
This is the tragedy of being a scumbag!
So Jiang Heng fell into depravity. Isn't it wonderful to live in a world where he has enough food and clothing to open his mouth?
"Master! The road is blocked. I saw a calligraphy and painting seller nearby. I know the master likes these, so I specially bought them for you!"
Just then, a fawning voice sounded outside the car door.
"Bring it in!"
Immediately afterwards, a painting was delivered to Jiang Heng.
Collecting antique calligraphy and paintings was a habit I had when I was first reborn. It may have been influenced by a certain antique that sold for hundreds of millions in my previous life.
Later, I discovered that my antiques were not very valuable in ancient times. Later, they faded away.
I took the painting and glanced at it roughly. It was a picture of plum blossoms and snow.
Hey!~
With just this glance, Jiang Heng could no longer take his eyes away.
It wasn't that the painting was stunningly beautiful, but the moment he saw the painting, Jiang Heng felt an invisible warmth pouring into his eyes.
Finally, this warm current converges into the abdomen about an inch and a half below the navel, which is where the Dantian is located.
This warm current hovered in the abdomen for a while, as if it had been absorbed.