Zhang Yingying naturally wouldn't come to see him.

She prefers handsome, intelligent, and noble rich young men to a beautiful but disabled fool.

The townspeople hadn't seen Jin Yi in a long time. This time, he crawled out of the house, and with some unknown will to survive, he even broke the chains that were locking him and climbed outside into the yard.

Life was hard in the Xia Kingdom; they were always poor.

In these famine-stricken households, let alone having enough to eat, almost half the population had to flee every year. Every single elm leaf was fought over fiercely.

Aunt Zhang could only give him half a bowl of porridge.

Jin Yi lay on the broken bed. The room was dark, dusty, and covered in cobwebs.

A section of the iron chain that he broke off remained on the broken bed.

"Thank you..." Jin Yi didn't have much strength, but he politely said thank you.

Aunt Zhang was a little surprised; it was the first time she had heard him say thank you so clearly. He didn't seem as foolish as the Cui family had said.

Old Zhang looked at the drafty Cui family ancestral house and said to Jin Yi, "It's going to get cold soon. How will you survive the winter in this house?"

The Zhang family wasn't wealthy, and they had no obligation to support an outsider, but Old Zhang couldn't bear to watch him die.

"Excuse me, where is this place?" the weak person on the bed asked.

Aunt Zhang and Old Zhang were both surprised. They were surprised that the old man knew to ask where they were. They weren't stupid!

"This is Longmen Town, Yongle County. Do you remember being sent to the Cui family?"

The boy frowned. "Longmen Town, Yongle County? Where is that?"

Which state is it? What month is it now?

"Ganzhou, it's already August."

The boy was weak, and a fierce look immediately appeared on his face: "Is this Western Xia?"

"Yes, you don't know you're from the Western Xia?" Aunt Zhang asked cautiously, quite surprised. "Are you clear-headed?"

"Oh, the Western Xia?" The boy's face regained its deliberate naivety. "My father told me about it before."

Aunt Zhang shook her head. Oh, he's still mentally challenged.

"Aunt Zhang," the boy said foolishly again, "I'm hungry, very hungry, I have no food in my stomach."

Aunt Zhang said awkwardly, "My family isn't well-off either, but I'll bring you some more when we have dinner later."

Old Zhang and Aunt Zhang told him to lie down and rest, and then they went home.

Silence fell once again in the courtyard and inside the house.

"Jinyi?" The person on the bed sneered. "I don't know how I got to this godforsaken place. As long as I can get up, I'll kill all of you bastards."

He didn't know how he got to Western Xia, nor how he became so hungry.

All his thoughts were still stuck in the past.

Earthenware pot bombs, rockets, bows and arrows...

Fight!

Dongqin, who betrayed his brother, used snake venom on a tiger cudgel. After being poisoned, he experienced extreme pain and suffocation.

He died.

He died from snake venom.

When he woke up again, he was in this dilapidated house. In his dazed state, the life of a fool flashed through his mind—

When I was four years old, my mother died, and my father made my stepmother his wife.

Then, he was constantly wrongly accused, beaten, and hated by his father...

Then, he gradually became more and more stupid. In his vague memory, half a year ago, his stepmother called him over and said she wanted to find him a wife. Then someone brought him to this wretched place.

"..."

I don't know why I have the memory of being an idiot; it must have been a jumbled dream.

In his delirium, he realized he was sick, had a fever, and was seriously ill.

Struggling to find water, I discovered that not only was my leg broken, but I was also damn well chained up!

"Once I'm cured, I'll kill you all!"

He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that he was Yin Jin'an, the carefree Marquis Yin Jin'an of Da Gan.

I wonder where the Living Guanyin is?

Does she know she's in this place? Is she looking for her?

He needs to find a way to get out and go back to Dagan.

He found a stone in the corner to prop up the bed leg, and with perseverance, he smashed the iron chain. Normally, he could break this kind of broken iron chain in three to five strokes.

But despite his illness and extreme exhaustion, it took him a whole afternoon, and he was sweating profusely from the pain, to finally break it open.

He had to find a way to survive; only by getting better could he kill those scoundrels!

Looking around the dilapidated house again, there was nothing but a broken three-legged bed beneath me, not even a small stool, let alone food or drink.

No, there wasn't even a mouse!

what to do?

He'd never been to Ganzhou before and wasn't familiar with it. Were there mountains or rivers around? Could he catch birds or fish and shrimp there?

We need to climb out and see what the surrounding environment is like.

He struggled to climb out of the house and into the yard again. Because he had eaten half a bowl of porridge from Aunt Zhang, he climbed a little faster than before, but he was still very weak.

I crawled to the doorway, gritted my teeth, sat up, and leaned against the earthen wall. I was so tired that even breathing felt like a luxury.

As he closed his eyes, lowered his head, and breathed heavily, he heard two light footsteps stop in front of him.

A childish voice asked, "Excuse me, are you my second uncle?"