After returning from the outside, Yang Ji felt heavy.
"After a hard day's work, I never expected to come home empty-handed."
Yang Ji lowered his head, his head was so confused that he didn't even know how to get through the side door of Yang Mansion.
Although he gave all his money to Yang Erniu for a moment of pleasure, Yang Ji did not regret it. In that case, he would have deeply regretted it if he had just sat idly by and ignored it.
Only those who have personally experienced the pain of losing a loved one will truly understand. Yang Ji just felt ashamed of Uncle Liang.
"Not only did the twenty copper coins not increase my income, but I actually used five of them. I sold so many couplets to those shops, and they will definitely not be able to sell them all tomorrow. I'm afraid I won't make much money at all if I write couplets again. It's the end of the year.
We haven't arrived yet, and we only have fifteen coppers left, what should we do, what should we do?"
Yang Ji felt deeply guilty.
"Master, you are back."
The old housekeeper's voice was kind and concerned. He stood at the door and waited for who knows how long.
"Um."
Yang Ji lowered his head and felt his face was a little hot.
"You must be very tired after a busy day. I have heated some porridge and it is on the table. You can drink it first to relieve your stomach."
The old housekeeper said that he did not mention anything about Yang Ji going out to make money.
However, the more this happened, the more Yang Ji felt guilty.
"I'm not hungry, Uncle Liang, you can eat first. - I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep for a while."
Yang Ji lay on the bed, in a trance, without taking off his clothes, and slept with his clothes on.
It was getting later and later, and Yang Ji was lying on the bed in a daze, turning over and over in his mind that he was the old housekeeper, his mother, and the woman in the clan who he deeply hated...
His body became hotter and hotter, and eventually, his whole body was red and he actually had a fever!
The room was pitch dark and no sound could be heard. Only the occasional sound of wind blew in through the cracks in the window. The old housekeeper just thought Yang Ji wanted to rest for a while and did not come in to disturb him.
In the darkness, no one saw Yang Ji lying on the bed, his body emitting bursts of red light. Then, a bright light, like tears, flew out of Yang Ji's arms and slowly rose.
Start, little by little, little by little..., stick it to the middle of Yang Ji's forehead, and slowly penetrate it.
…
That night, Yang Ji had a long, long dream. In the dream, he saw many bizarre scenes, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't seem to see anything.
In the dream, Yang Ji seemed to see the memories of many people, as well as a strong and boundless loneliness, fear, sadness... and pain!
"ah!"
Yang Ji screamed in his heart and sat up from the bed suddenly. His eyes were wide open, his chest was heaving rapidly, his head was covered with sweat, and his whole body seemed to be dripping wet, as if he had been fished out of water.
"It turned out to be a dream."
Yang Ji woke up and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. The room was silent, and he could hear the roar of the wind outside the window. It seemed particularly boring on such a night.
Yang Ji sat on the bed for a while and suddenly felt something was wrong with him.
"very strange!"
Yang Ji frowned and suddenly stretched out his hand to rub his body. It seemed that something had been scratched. He pulled hard and with a hiss, a whole piece of thin stuff was torn off from his body.
"!!!"
At this moment, Yang Ji woke up completely, and a huge sense of horror surged from his heart.
"This...is this my skin!"
Yang Ji's whole body trembled. The feeling was definitely not fabric. The thin feeling and the fact that it was close to the body could only be the skin.
But Yang Ji felt no pain on his body, as if he had torn something insignificant.
"Light the lamp and take a look."
Yang Ji took off the quilt, turned over, raised his arms, jumped up high, and fell directly from the bed.
"What's going on? When did I have so much strength... and why does my body seem to be getting taller?"
Yang Ji stood beside the bed blankly, full of suspicion.
He had no intention of jumping under the bed, but the force of that push was so great that Yang Ji climbed over the edge of the bed and fell to the ground.
It is simply impossible to do it with Yang Ji's strength.
"Is it an illusion?"
Yang Ji was puzzled, his mind was in a trance, and he even had doubts about whether he really jumped out of bed just now?
"Light the oil lamp first and then talk."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
The flint is on the desk, you need to go to the window to get it.
Yang Ji strode over, and as soon as he touched the flint on the table, he heard a low curse outside the house through the whistling wind, as if someone was quarreling.
"Old man, who do you think you are? Master, I like you. That's your blessing. What good can you gain by following that good-for-nothing 'Yang Ji'?"
Yang Ji frowned. This fierce voice was so familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while. At this time, Yang Ji heard another voice:
"What will happen if you offend the 'eldest lady'... Old man, you are a smart man, you don't know this! Master, I am still lacking someone to serve you recently. As long as you follow me, work hard, you will be popular and drink spicy food."
Yes, you will be indispensable from now on. How about, think about it carefully. But think about it, - I don’t like to be rejected?"
There was a low roar of laughter all around, and another voice that seemed to be that of a guard came vaguely from the wind:
"Hey, old man, you haven't forgotten the lesson I taught you last time. If you don't have the sense to refuse the young master this time, it won't just be a few punches on the face and a few swellings."
The feeling in Yang Ji's mind became clearer, and he seemed to be able to remember that person, but he was still a little short of it. But no matter what, these people were obviously not good people.
It was at this time that Yang Ji finally heard another old, pleading voice:
"No, no..., I can't leave the young master..."
boom!
Yang Ji's mind exploded, and he finally knew who these people were. He also knew who they were bullying!
Uncle Liang!
That pleading voice is Uncle Liang! They are bullying Uncle Liang!
He had no idea what these people would say next, and Yang Ji felt a surge of anger rising in his chest, burning so fiercely that it almost seemed like it would explode.
"Yang Yong!!"
Yang Ji's eyes were about to burst, and he let out a loud roar that shook the whole house.
With a bang, Yang Ji, like an angry beast, slammed open the door and rushed out of the room...
…………
In fact, Yang Yong has always wanted to poach the old housekeeper.
"Yang Ji, that bastard, killed his parents at the age of seven. Most people like him... would have died long ago."
"But this old guy has taken care of him for eight years. Despite the pressure from the clan, he actually took good care of that little kid's life and made his life in order."
"Go and take a look at his room. It's cleaner and tidier than any other house. It's not like the trash around me. They are careless and forgetful. They can't even get a foot wash. They're either cold or hot.
".
"Why does that bastard Yang Ji have an old servant who is more loyal than himself?"
…
Yang Yong has always believed that it is best to have easy-to-manage servants by his side.
That guy Yang Ji offended the "eldest lady" of the clan, and you can imagine his future fate. Everything that belongs to him will definitely be divided up in the future - although few of it will be valuable.
Rather than benefiting others, it is better to benefit yourself. Yang Ji fell in love with the old housekeeper.
"It's a pity that this old guy has a mental problem and doesn't understand current affairs."
Yang Yong cursed fiercely in his heart.
He has recruited him several times, and I gave him a lesson last time. I thought he would be smarter this time, but unexpectedly he still refused.
To be continued...