Bian Wenxuan was panicked and instinctively wanted to turn around and run away, but then he thought that he came here to pick up Xu Mo. If he left, wouldn't Xu Mo be like a lamb entering a tiger's den?
Just imagine how gentle and refined Master Xu must have looked. If he fell into the hands of bad guys, he would surely be tortured until he was disheveled and disoriented.
Although Bian Wenxuan was afraid, he bravely stayed where he was. "I am the county magistrate. If any petty thief dares to harm me, I will cut off his head."
Wang Xi stared in astonishment, wondering when the adults had become so brave and resolute.
He glanced at Bian Wenxuan's legs, which were shaking like a leaf, out of the corner of his eye, and then smiled awkwardly.
Not long after, the gate of Xiyang County shook violently.
Judging from the noise, there were indeed quite a few people.
Bian Wenxuan's legs trembled more and more rapidly, and his pupils gradually dilated as he stared at the dust in the distance, which gradually approached and finally stopped at the city gate.
Everyone covered their mouths and noses, and as the dust settled, they saw a high-class and luxurious carriage, and a dashing young man on horseback.
Leaving aside the various people riding in horse-drawn carriages and donkey carts, Bian Wenxuan immediately recognized the man on horseback as Fang Heng, and his heart was put at ease.
His pupils shrank back, his legs stopped shaking, and he could eat two large bowls of rice.
He chuckled and turned around to slap the constable who had given the false report, saying, "Where did these fifty men come from? Where did this menacing manner come from?"
The bailiff hung his head, looking aggrieved. "It looks like something."
Bian Wenxuan ignored him and greeted him with a smile, "Aheng, why are you alone? Where is Master Xu?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the magnificent carriage was lifted, and Master Xu, dressed in a blue robe, landed calmly.
"It's been a long time, my lord." Xu Mo bowed respectfully.
Bian Wenxuan nodded with a smile, "It has been a long time. In the past four months, Master Xu has been away, and the people of the whole county have missed you terribly."
He was nowhere near as fierce and menacing as before.
Wang Xi, standing behind, was practically grimacing at Feng Jing.
A group of people exchanged pleasantries and entered the city.
Xu Mo wanted to go back to the small courtyard to take a look, but Bian Wenxuan insisted on dragging him into the county government office, even using the major livelihood plan as an excuse. Xu, the clerk, had no choice but to take up his post.
The affairs of the courtyard are now in the hands of my younger siblings.
Inside the carriage.
Wang Fufeng frowned as he stared at Bian Wenxuan, then turned to Jiang Sheng and asked, "Is this gentleman very familiar with you?"
Jiang Sheng blinked, hesitating whether or not to speak.
Wang Fufeng took out a small piece of gold from his sleeve pocket.
Xiao Jiang Sheng's eyes lit up, and she almost immediately confessed, "It was Third Brother's aunt who sent him to protect Third Brother, and it was also the person he hired to be Eldest Brother's advisor."
After saying that, he fiddled with the broken gold pieces, secretly wondering if it was true.
Wang Fufeng lowered his head in thought, seemingly trying to recall which aunt had a connection with the Bian family.
After thinking it over, his eyes narrowed.
Before long, the carriage stopped in front of a small courtyard.
Because no one had lived there for a long time, the lock on the courtyard door was rusted, and there were withered branches and ruins everywhere. A section of the roof on the east side had also collapsed.
Wang Fufeng frowned deeply. "You live in a place like this?"
Jiang Sheng nodded, puzzled. Although the courtyard was covered with a layer of dust, it would still be a nice house once it was cleaned.
It's much better than a dilapidated temple.
Fang Heng climbed up to repair the collapsed roof, Aunt Zhang and Aunt Cui pulled out the weeds in the yard, Zhang Qiquan repaired the rotten tables and chairs, Zheng Ruqian and Wen Zhiyun swept the dust on the ground, and even Chang Yan tiptoed to clean the grime in the water tank.
Even with eight servants, none of them considered themselves superior masters; they were self-sufficient and well-fed.
Wang Fufeng looked on dejectedly, as if he was gradually realizing why the Wang family lacked human warmth.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally rolled up his sleeves and decided to help.
The servants accompanying him were terrified and hurriedly tried to stop him, saying, "Young master, you mustn't! How can someone as noble as you do such dirty work?"
Fang Heng, who was repairing the roof, paused.
Chang Yan, who was washing the water vat, lost his focus for a moment and almost fell into the vat.
Wang Fufeng laughed, "Uncle Wang, you also know Aheng. Wasn't he more distinguished than me before?"
Young Master Fang, from the Fang family of Fengjing, is a family that even the Wang family has to curry favor with.
Why can Fang Heng climb up the roof to repair bricks and mortar, but Wang Fufeng can't?
“But young master…” Uncle Wang stammered, “you are different from young master Fang.”
Fang Heng was an orphan and was being hunted down by his family, while Wang Fufeng was rich, powerful, and had servants—they were indeed different.
But the more different we are, the more we need to be the same.
What Fang Heng can do, Wang Fufeng can also do.
He brushed aside the old servant's obstruction with one hand and diligently swept the courtyard, tidied up the dirt, and wiped the tables and chairs.
Dust clung to his wide robe sleeves, vines tore at his smooth hem, and even his fair hands bore several red marks.
Jiang Sheng leaned close to Wen Zhiyun's ear and whispered, "Brother Fufeng is so weak, I'm afraid he might faint from exhaustion."
If he really faints, does that mean he'll have to return the gold he just gave him?
"Don't worry," Wen Zhiyun reassured his sister. "He is physically weak, due to both congenital deficiencies and excessive pampering."
People are different from jade carvings.
The material of a jade carving determines its fragility.
But people can be trained. What we are born with determines our starting point, but what we do later in life determines our ending point.
If Wang Fufeng had properly trained and strengthened his body from birth, although he wouldn't have reached the level of Fang Heng, who could split two massive mountains in two with a single blow, he certainly wouldn't have been so weak.
Therefore, doing some work occasionally can only benefit him, and not harm him.
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