But the calluses you get from horseback riding and archery are completely different from those you get from working in the fields.
The reason why the original owner was able to enter the fiefdom smoothly in the early days was entirely due to his favor at home.
He was the youngest son in the family. He originally had three older brothers, two of whom died at the hands of robbers.
Later, there was only one older brother, and he was born later, so his parents doted on him very much.
In addition, his parents later died while defending the village, leaving him and his brother orphans without parents.
The original owner's elder brother had grown up and could support himself by starting a family and building a career, but the original owner was still a child, so he was adopted by the clan leader.
Because his parents died to protect the patriarch's son, the patriarch was particularly fond of him.
In addition, he is sweet-talker and can please others, so his brother would give him food from time to time.
So the original owner actually lived better than anyone else in the village.
He would naturally work in the fields, but the intensity of his work was nothing compared to that of others.
He grew up in the clan leader's house, so naturally the clan leader's family would have opinions about his lazy behavior.
But every time someone talks about him, he will bring up his deceased parents.
He said that he couldn't do heavy work because his parents died early, he was frightened when he was young, and his physical condition was not good.
It's okay once or twice, but every time he says this, people younger than him can do more than him.
After a long time, no one bothered to care about him.
The excuse the original master used when pretending to be a noble was that he wanted to venture out with merchants outside.
It is precisely because his work in the fields is not very intense that his skin is completely different from the dark and yellow skin of other people.
If you keep it covered for a few more days, you will be almost like a noble.
Even if there were these slight differences, he could cover them up by using the result of escaping along the way.
The calluses on his hands were not thick. He was lucky. This nobleman had no talent for riding and shooting, so there were no traces of calluses on his hands.
The thin calluses on his hands could also be excused as being caused by escaping.
His plan was originally very good, but he didn't expect that the killer was an insider.
When An Jingzhi came to complete the mission, the original owner had already successfully infiltrated the noble's fiefdom.
He had made a lot of jokes, big and small, during this period. Of course, the servants only dared to talk about them in private as a matter of fun, and no one dared to tell him about it in person.
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An Jingzhi was thinking about how to complete this task.
The targets of the mission should be the people in the fiefdom who were harmed by the original owner and all the villagers who were massacred by the original owner.
The original owner had never learned how to manage his fiefdom, and after coming here, he harmed many civilians.
After he discovered that he had revealed some flaws, in order to show that the nobles were not involved in farming, he deliberately made the common people plant seeds that had no chance of survival in the inappropriate season.
Although what he did was extremely immoral, many people did recognize his noble status and no longer doubted it.
Logically speaking, An Jingzhi should be able to transcend classes based on his own abilities.
But now the original owner has helped him to establish his noble identity. If he takes the initiative to provoke it, he will become a public enemy.
"Master, it's time for lunch."
Just as he was thinking about the problem, he heard the sound of the butler knocking on the door.
The old butler outside the door and all the servants in the mansion were found by the original owner himself.
This old butler also has experience in serving nobles, and he considers himself a knowledgeable person.
But I have never seen anyone as incomprehensible as this master. He is a nobleman, but some of his previous behaviors always make people feel very inconsistent.
For example, people talk while eating, which is a typical lifestyle of ordinary people. After working all day, they rely on eating as an opportunity to relax and share the day's life with their family.
Even he himself was in much the same state when he returned to his room.
But if you say he is not a noble, he is more particular about food than any noble he has ever met.
If he told those things, he estimated that no one would have heard of them even under the feet of the most prosperous emperor.
An Jingzhi followed the old butler to the outer room, where more than a dozen dishes of varying sizes were already placed on the table.
The old housekeeper helped An Jingzhi wash and dry his hands.
Looking at the dish on the table, the old butler marveled at the luxury of the nobles.
A tiny bean goes through several processes and has to be left to stand for a period of time before the finished product - tofu - is obtained.
Aren't these beans always used to make oil? It's amazing that they can be made into such a fresh and delicious delicacy.
Even an elderly man like him can eat it without any burden.
The master was kind-hearted. After the tofu was made, each servant who served him well was given a piece. He couldn't resist and took a small bite himself. It was so smooth and tender that it felt as if he hadn't eaten anything.
Then he looked at the bland-looking boiled cabbage.
Who would have thought that the cabbage was cooked in a day-long broth of bones, including beef and lamb bones, as well as a number of rare mushrooms?
Before the master came, the old butler didn't even know that these mushrooms were edible.
At that time, he felt that there was something wrong with this noble lord, and he always seemed to be trying hard to pretend.
Now that I think about it, it must have been his illusion at that time.
He had seen many civilians who ate mushrooms and either suffered from diarrhea or died.
There was nothing wrong, and he also thought it was because the other party was in good health.
If the master hadn't told him the difference between mushrooms, he probably would never have had the chance to know in his life.
In short, every dish on the table was unprecedentedly luxurious and exquisite to him.
He felt that even the emperor, who was high above everyone else, probably didn't have the luxury of eating like their master did?
While the old butler was brainstorming, An Jingzhi had just finished his meal, and the servant who was serving him immediately took out a piece of cloth to help him wipe his mouth.
He frowned and endured the roughness of the fabric. After wiping his mouth, he looked at the food on the table.
The servant and the old housekeeper were also looking at the food on the table eagerly.
"Take these and divide them among you."
Although the portion of each plate is relatively small, it is still a lot for him to eat alone.
This is the rule of the nobility. An Jingzhi understood that the original owner was an imposter. If he suddenly changed, it would definitely cause unnecessary trouble.
But it doesn’t matter, it won’t be wasted if he can’t finish it.
"Thank you, sir!"
"Thank you, sir!"
The two thanked An Jingzhi in unison. After he left, they began to distribute the remaining food on the table.
The old butler can make the distribution first by relying on his status as a butler.
"I'll take this silver ear and white jade. I have bad teeth and can only eat this."
"Then I want this jade soup."
The two of them chatted with each other and soon divided up all the food on the table.
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