"Young Master......"

Hearing the Jiang family's mother-in-law so sarcastic, Aunt Liu couldn't help but whisper.

If it had been in the past, the young master would inevitably clench his fists, glaring angrily, and getting angry.

But everyone knew that he didn't dare to do it.

To the surprise of the two, Hong Fan didn't have a seizure, just nodded and didn't say anything more.

He didn't hate the Jiang family's mother-in-law, and the disgust in his heart came more from inherited memories and emotions.

Eating and drinking is not a matter of one or two days, but has been the case since he entered the clan school at the age of fifteen.

After a little thought, I know that treating the son of the patriarch so harshly, even if it is a concubine without a mother, where can a domestic servant do this?

[Not having enough nutritional supplements for a long time, and practicing martial arts excessively, should be the main reason for 'my' sudden death. 】

Hong Fan thought.

[Man is iron, rice is steel; You have to solve the problem of eating first. 】

On the other side, seeing that the other party was silent, the mother-in-law of the Jiang family thought that she had won, glanced at Aunt Liu, and turned around and went out by herself.

Not only that, but after she walked outside the hospital, she deliberately made a sarcastic sound.

"The third-class master is also worthy of prestige?"

"Slaves for several generations still want to eat meat at once, they don't have the ability to hold on, and they practice martial arts sooner or later......"

This time, the Jiang family's mother-in-law's broken gong voice is not too high, and it is obviously due to scruples.

But it's enough for the hospital to hear.

"The ...... of slaves for generations"

Hong Fan recounted softly, and the appearance of a confused-faced woman appeared in his memory.

It should be the mother of the original owner of the body, a concubine who was born as a maid.

"Young Master......"

Aunt Liu was afraid that the young master would be depressed in her heart, so she deliberately wanted to divert the topic, but she saw that Hong Fan just waved his hand casually, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"It's all right, auntie."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the stone table, and said.

"It's cold outside, let's go to the room and eat."

This is exactly what Aunt Liu wants.

As soon as she responded, she saw the young master put his hands on his shoulders and shook his head while staggering back to the room.

"Damn, graduated from a prestigious school, proud of the workplace, and is about to reach the peak of life, send me to the old society, the thief of the dog day ......"

"With such a poor background, this can't be given a top-level system?"

Of course, Aunt Liu didn't understand these words.

She picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and turned around to catch a glimpse of the young master's back hidden in the dark room.

The conversation stopped, and laughter rang out.

This time, Aunt Liu understood.

In the laughter, there is a sadness that can't be suppressed.

······

Hong Fan's house is small, and the bedroom with the bed is connected to the reception hall.

On the round table, two bowls of rice are placed on the left and right, with a plate of green vegetables and a plate of beans in the middle.

It was dark outside the window, but Aunt Liu didn't light the light.

Hong Fan didn't ask—nothing more than frugality, or simply ran out of lamp oil and candles.

If you can't eat meat, do you still want to have a nightlife?

Opening the window door to let in the air, he sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and prepared to eat.

Aunt Liu stood on one side and did not take a seat.

"Auntie, why don't you sit down and eat?"

Hong Fan asked casually.

For ten days, he has been lying on the hospital bed, and Aunt Liu has been feeding him on the bed.

This is the first time the two have eaten together.

"How can the young master say that he is laughing?"

Aunt Liu wondered.

"I'm Madame's maid, how can I sit with the young master?"

Hong Fan heard the words and understood.

"Auntie is just joking, what kind of young master am I?"

He laughed to himself.

Aunt Liu was afraid that the young master would feel sorry for herself, and she was about to persuade her, but she was robbed again.

"In this world, is there a young master who can't eat meat?"

As soon as these words came out, Aunt Liu couldn't help but fall silent.

Hong Fan didn't care, and continued to speak: "And between Aunt Liu and me, the name is the master and servant, and they really depend on each other. ”

"In this Hong family's mansion, if my aunt doesn't eat at the same table with me, will I still go to the eldest lady and eldest son?"

Hearing this, Aunt Liu hurriedly raised her head and looked at her son-in-law worriedly.

When they looked at each other, they saw that the latter did not have the resentment in his eyes, but was as clear as the blue sky and a bright one.

So, she finally couldn't help herself and sat down at the table.

Outside, it was getting dark.

The moonlight penetrates the door, and the white half of the wall is oblique.

There are no candles lit in the room, but it is very bright.

The master and servant ate in silence.

Aunt Liu held the bowl high to cover the tears that kept dripping from the bowl.

She also wondered that even in the most difficult years when her wife had just died, she rarely cried.

But today there is no sadness in my heart, but the tears cannot be stopped.

On the other side of the table, Hong Fan chewed and swallowed slowly, as if he wanted to squeeze out all the nutrients in the only food.

After eating, Aunt Liu cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

Hong Fan was seriously injured and felt tired, so he went back to bed to rest.

With the barking and scolding of dogs in the distance, he quickly fell asleep.

Aunt Liu cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and saw that the young master had fallen asleep, so she carefully folded the quilt for him, closed the doors and windows and sent the tableware and lunch box back to the kitchen.

On the way back, she walked briskly.

Speaking of which, nothing has changed today - on the contrary, the meat that has been used for a few days has been cut again.

But she only felt that there was suddenly hope in her heart.

As soon as people have hope, even the stars in the sky will shine into a round of suns.

Back in the side room, Aunt Liu still couldn't sleep, but finally got up and bowed a few rounds in front of the Bodhisattva tablet in the corner of the house before falling asleep.

Hong Fan was seriously injured for ten days, and she slept so soundly for the first time.

······

On the second day, the hour was right (8 a.m. to 9 a.m.).

After the master and servant finished breakfast, Aunt Liu returned the basket; Hong Fan walked slowly in the courtyard of the private gate, exercising.

The courtyard is about 10 meters square, and a Y-shaped path leading to the two low houses is paved with stone slabs from the courtyard gate.

Except for the few places on the edges, the ground in the courtyard is rammed ground that has been trampled to the point that it can no longer be solid, and there is no vegetation growing at all.

Combined with the many superficial fist marks on the courtyard wall, this is obviously the result of "Hong Fan's" daily hard practice.

Only in the southeast corner stands the only tall tree.

This is a locust tree.

The tree is more than ten meters high, and although the branches are a little crooked, the bare trunk is full of young leaves, showing vitality.

Hong Fan stopped in front of the tree.

He knew that this old locust tree was the hero of the master and servant.

Its flowers are edible, and the pods, leaves, and root bark are all heat-clearing and detoxifying, and can be used in medicine.

Every summer and autumn, Aunt Liu would borrow a ladder to pick flowers and fruits, and sell them to subsidize the family.

[No wonder the courtyard wall is broken, but this tree is intact.] 】

Hong Fan thought about it, patted the trunk of the tree, and put away the memories.

When he woke up today, he felt that his body was much better than yesterday, and his chest was no longer on fire.

[Or you can do some simple exercises.] 】

Hong Fan muttered to himself, holding the trunk with both hands, and made a few simple squats.

To his surprise, the muscles of the body, which was still in a weak state, were unexpectedly strong.

Three or four no-load squats down, barely feeling the exertion.

[In the end, it is a physique that has been practicing martial arts all year round, and the internal injuries have not healed, and it is still much stronger than many white-collar workers. 】

Hong Fan moved his whole body and thought about it.

[There must also be a credit to the improvement of food in recent days.] 】

The young master was seriously injured for ten days, and the old servant sent out a piece of treasure brocade, which was only exchanged for seven days of meat.

"After struggling for half a life, I turned back and let me run to a well-off life, which is really a return to the pre-liberation ......"

Hong Fan complained in a voice that only he could hear.