The other side.
In the city of Cairo.
At this time, Remheb had handed all the documents to Kamul, and just when he was about to continue his work, Kamul called him over.
"Remheb, you did an excellent job!"
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has learned about the events of the Matruh City. You have made an invaluable contribution this time!"
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh personally named you and asked me to reward you."
Kamul looked at Remheb. Remheb, who was a little nervous at first, just scratched his head lightly after hearing this.
“No, no!”
"This is my job! It's my honor to contribute to Holy Egypt!"
"Besides, it is my humble honor to be able to follow Lord Kamul! Lord Kamul!"
Kamul listened to Remheb's words and just raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"You know, His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has always been clear about rewards and punishments."
"Here, these are the rewards that His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh ordered me to give you."
"In addition to the reward from His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, there is also this."
"This is a reward I give you. You are the best among all the clerks."
Remheb received two huge sums of money.
For him, it was a huge sum of money.
That's six hundred hectocent silver coins!
You know, in the Holy City of Egypt, even the most ordinary citizen can earn dozens of Deben copper coins every day.
And these six hundred Hebron silver coins were his salary for decades.
"This! So much!"
"Sir! This is too much!"
Kamul just slowly put the money in his hand and then smiled lightly.
"Well, this is a gift from His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh. You must keep it in mind!"
"You haven't been home for a long time, right?"
"Take this money and go home to rest for two days."
Remheb looked at the heavy silver coins in his hand and seemed a little at a loss for a moment: "This, this..."
"Lord Kamul, I can continue working!"
"With so many rewards, I, I can't feel at ease!"
Kamul smiled and waved his hand, and ordered two soldiers to escort him back to his residence.
"Alright! Stop talking!"
When he returned to his residence, Remheb discovered that a letter had been placed on his desk at some point.
There were some crooked handwriting on it, but Remheb knew very well that his parents were illiterate.
Apparently, they had someone write a letter to Remheb.
Remheb immediately understood that Lord Kamul must have learned about the letter, so he gave him two days off.
"Lord Kamul..."
So, he just packed up his things and set out from his residence early the next morning.
He walked towards the civilian areas of eastern Cairo.
Before he became a clerk, this was still a civilian area in Cairo.
But since the "miracle" descended upon the entire city of Cairo, that is, since the era changed in Lin Ke's civilization panel, earth-shaking changes have taken place here.
In the past, the streets here were narrow and winding, and the houses were densely packed, but now it is a world of difference.
Now, his hometown has completely changed and they now live in a stone house.
More than a decade ago, he was born in an ordinary mud-brick house in this neighborhood.
His father was a porter and his mother made a living by weaving.
"Oh, gods! Look who's back!"
A familiar voice came from a roadside fruit stall.
"Isn't this Remheb?!"
Remheb stopped and looked towards the source of the sound.
An old woman with gray hair but a lively spirit was standing behind a pile of bright pomegranates and figs, with the bright smile he remembered on her face.
"Grandma Isa!"
He stepped forward quickly and bowed respectfully: "Do you still remember me?"
The old woman just hugged him warmly at this time, and her eyes swept over Remheb's body again and again.
"Silly child! How could you not remember?"
"You don't know, everyone here knows that Prime Minister Kamul promoted a talented clerk. Who doesn't know it's you?"
"We heard that you can now enter and exit the palace directly, and even deliver documents to the Holy Pharaoh?"
Remheb lowered his head humbly. "Yes, grandma, but it's just my job."
The old woman scoffed and patted his shoulder hard.
"Oh! Remheb!"
"I can't believe you can actually come and go in the palace now!"
"You can even meet our greatest Holy Pharaoh!"
"How is it? What does His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh look like? Is he a god in terms of deeds as everyone says?"
"Will he be transformed into a different form when you see him in the palace?"
Remheb smiled awkwardly, while the old man gently patted his forehead.
"Oh my! Look at me, I get confused when I'm happy. This is not something we can interfere with!"
"But I know! You have never been an ordinary person since you were a child!"
"So many people laughed at your father back then, but I was the only one who knew that you would be extraordinary in the future!"
"Come, take some fruit back to your parents. Consider it my gift to Lord Kamul's clerk!"
As she spoke, she stuffed a few plump pomegranates into Remheb's hands without saying a word.
Just as Remheb was about to decline, a sharp voice came from not far away.
"Look! Isn't this our big shot back?"
He turned around and saw a burly baker leaning against the door of his shop with a somewhat flattering expression on his face.
Remheb also knew this man; he was the boy who had often bullied him when he was a skinny teenager and forced him to run errands to buy snacks.
"It's you. How's business lately?"
The baker nodded and bowed slightly.
"Business is pretty good. Now that there's more food, baking bread isn't a bad job!"
"Look at you, now you have become a big celebrity around Kamul, hahaha..."
Remheb looked at the other person's awkward smile and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore! Come in and get some freshly baked bread. Consider it...as payment for the errands I asked you to run."
These words surprised Remheb.
As far as he could remember, this man would never do a business at a loss, let alone give something voluntarily.
As you walk into the bakery, a warm aroma hits you in the face.
There were several workers kneading dough in the store, the fire was blazing in the stove, and rows of golden bread were neatly placed on the shelves.
The baker hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "Um...I heard your mother is sick, is that right?"
Remheb nodded.
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