Wang Zixuan started filming with high hopes.
Sure enough, my phone vibrated a few times, and a series of messages popped up one after another:
—Your package has been stored by the delivery station. The pickup code is…
——【Chief Welfare Officer of xx Coffee】: I've received three large coupons, come and use them!
—Urgent! Do you have any money? Why isn't Wei replying to me? I'm short twenty for dinner, bro, can you help me out? I'll pay you back next month.
—Twenty is not enough, ten will do too, I want to eat a pig's foot rice.
"Aaaaaah!"
As A-Mian was sweeping the floor, she heard several deafening shouts coming from outside the shop. She peeked out to look.
The man appeared to be insane, clutching his head and shaking it wildly, shouting, "God, why don't you just kill me already! I'm at my wit's end! You find it fun to torment me all day long, don't you?!"
As Wang Zixuan was shouting, he accidentally bumped into the threshold and fell forward, crashing heavily to the ground.
"..." This fall stunned him, leaving him at a loss for words, both laughing and crying. Wang Zixuan simply lay on the ground and burst into laughter again. Ever since he transmigrated, this world had never felt real to him, and he always felt that he would definitely return to his original world someday. So, recklessly squandering money was like playing Dou Dizhu on a mobile phone; losing didn't matter much.
Anyway, Happy Beans aren't real money.
But even if we went back now, what would be the point?
Wang Zixuan wondered what other people's reasons would be if they were transported here and wanted to return to their original world.
Is he really only going back to lend his brother twenty yuan for a pig's feet rice meal?
Thinking about it this way, isn't he a bit too pathetic?
"Could he have suffered some kind of shock and gone completely insane..." A-Mian withdrew her head.
Meng Chijian glanced at it and said, "He looks about the same as the simple-minded people in the village."
"Oh, what if he hurts someone? During the New Year, many children will be running around outside and playing with firecrackers."
Meng Chijian raised an eyebrow: "What do you think?"
Amian scratched her head innocently and said, "Let's tie him up and hang him up first, so he can't hurt others or himself."
"Hang it in the woodshed like cured meat? What's the use? At least Wuqian is mentally sound and can still work."
Ah Mian stammered out her thoughts: "He's quite famous in our academy. He's shown off his 'supernatural powers' before and even had a duel with Ji Hengzhi. If... I take him in as my page, I'll be really impressive when the academy reopens."
A person should have backbone; she also wanted to be the school bully.
"……OK."
If a child in the family wants to resist bullying at the academy, they must be supported.
Wang Zixuan, lying on the ground, was still in a state of collapse, completely unaware of what was to come.
Just when you think you've hit rock bottom, you realize there's still a huge potential for further decline.
"You, you, you all... what are you trying to do... I'm telling you, I'm not someone to be trifled with..."
Meng Chijian dragged the man into the shop and quickly tied him up with hemp rope. A Mian brought over a bowl of warm water, added some salt, and forced Wang Zixuan to drink two bowls of it.
"From now on, you'll be my page. You'll only have food to eat if you listen to me!"
Wang Zixuan could not tolerate such humiliation, and immediately began to hurl insults at her.
Meng Chijian found him too noisy, so he simply grabbed a rag and stuffed it into his mouth.
To be honest, Wang Zixuan hadn't had a drop of water for more than a day, and he was cold and weak. He was already skin and bones, so even if he went all out now, he probably couldn't even beat A Mian.
After tidying up the shop, the two tossed the man onto the donkey cart and happily went home for the New Year.
It was time to have a proper New Year's Eve dinner, so Meng Chijian took a rooster out of the henhouse and went to the kitchen.
Amian happily announced to Meng Jing, "From now on, I'll have a page! He can help us grind ink, and he can even carry my book basket when I go to the academy."
In recent years, our dynasty has suffered from disasters, unrest, and uprisings. However, things have gradually become more stable, allowing the people to recuperate. This place is very remote, and many people here were once refugees or hermits. There are even rumors that people from several villages fled to the mountains decades ago and have not been seen coming down since.
Although there were prohibitions against commoners keeping servants, people were very resourceful. One way was to adopt servants as "godsons" or "goddaughters." Another way was to sign "employment contracts" with other good people, and the servants could leave on their own when the contract expired.
Right now, A-Mian took out a brush and scratched her head as she wrote a "contract" with very simple content. Then she took a piece of red paper with her lips pressed together and forced Wang Zixuan to put his fingerprint on it.
While A-Mian was doing these things, Wang Zixuan glared at her intently, expressing his anger through his eyes.
Is this hell?!
Wang Zixuan's eyes stung, and hot tears streamed down his face. Back in the countryside, his grandparents had treated him well; at least he had enough to eat and wear, and they knew what he liked to eat. If his grandparents knew how to use a cell phone, they probably would have sent him a message…
"Should we remove the rag from his mouth?" Meng Jing asked.
"Judging from his appearance, he must have been quite domineering in other academies. We can't let our guard down."
Wang Zixuan had been making a scene for too long and was exhausted. He leaned his head against a wooden pillar. When evening came, A Mian took out a rag. Wang Zixuan glanced at her listlessly and stopped yelling.
The Meng family was busily preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner. Mushroom and chicken soup and stir-fried sausages were prepared to satisfy the carnivores in the family. There was also a special dish called "Five Spicy Dishes," which was a homophone for "new." It was a cold dish made of garlic, shallots, chives, seaweed, and coriander, which was auspicious for bidding farewell to the old year and welcoming the new.
There was also a fried rice cake dish that A-Mian and Xiao-Jing both loved. As soon as Meng Chijian finished frying it by the pan, the two of them took turns holding small bowls and looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Be careful, it's hot."
However, the people who received the rice cakes ignored them completely, ran to the yard, and after eating them for a while, they all came back... This cycle repeated twice, and Meng Chijian slammed the wooden door of the kitchen shut.
I also made steamed eggs, this was for Mencius' mother, because she couldn't bite into rice cakes anymore.
Wang Zixuan's meals were much simpler, consisting of wheat porridge. Ah Mian kindly added a spoonful of chicken soup for him to soak in.
He really wanted to stand firm and say he wouldn't eat it.
However, surrounded by the fragrance filling the courtyard, one can't help but feel that this insistence is unnecessary...
Besides, his parents and younger brother were probably enjoying their New Year's Eve dinner together. His brother was more well-behaved and sweet-talking than him, and his grades were better too; he wasn't nearly as mischievous as him.
Wang Zixuan picked up the bowl and ate a bite of chicken soup rice.
"God, I'm really impressed... Even at a time like this, it still tastes delicious to me..." he muttered.
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