“From today onwards, you have no past. Forget your former names. Just remember your current code names, number one through eight.”
"And you, your surname is Jiang."
Jiang Sheng's Jiang.
From that day on, various sounds of martial arts practice could often be heard from the neighboring courtyard: people practicing on stools, tying sandbags to their feet, practicing punches and swords, balancing water vats, and finding their balance.
At first, Jiang Sheng felt a little sad, always thinking that those children were about the same age as her, so why did they have to suffer so much?
It wasn't until Changyan said quietly, "Third Brother went through the same thing, and he was even younger back then," that things changed.
Jiang Sheng fell silent.
Everyone in this world is made of flesh and blood, but some live a life of debauchery, scattering gold and silver, while others are destitute and starving.
Jiang Sheng was lucky to meet Aunt Zhang and her brothers.
Many more homeless children like her either starve to death, freeze to death, or are beaten to death for no reason.
Compared to that, although practicing martial arts was tougher, at least they had food and drink. Third Brother even hired an aunt to cook for them, and Jiang Sheng and his sister also ate there.
Days passed by one by one.
While Fang Heng was training his servants, the new magistrate was also busy, ordering his men to make elaborate preparations at the county office, ostensibly to welcome the new clerk.
On the day the Wang family came, he set off firecrackers and blew trumpets, showering the visitors with compliments.
Just as the newcomer was beaming with joy, preparing to receive the honor that was to come,
The new magistrate opened the envelope and said with a smile, "I am very pleased to welcome this young master, but unfortunately, I have just hired a secretary. You are a step too late."
The visitor was taken aback, then took the letter of appointment, on which three words were clearly written.
Master Xu!
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