In this era when most people have never traveled beyond the border of hundreds of miles, reading is the only way for him to understand the world besides being a storyteller in the tavern.

During the year, he also borrowed several books and gained a preliminary understanding of this era.

Unfortunately, it was not any dynasty he was familiar with.

"In the 404th year of the Ming Dynasty, the seventh year of the Qianyuan Dynasty, Qingzhou and Shunde... it was really a completely strange world!"

With a long sigh, Yang Yu put away his books and prepared to finish his morning work.

At this time, I suddenly heard a burst of noise coming from outside the warehouse, accompanied by gasps and exclamations.

"Another death?"

Yang Yu just closed the book and didn't care.

"well……"

Zhu Shisan, who was wearing a raincoat and soaked all over, had already rushed into the warehouse, complaining about the puddles everywhere in the yamen, but his expression was a little evasive.

"Who died?"

Yang Yu put the book away and stood up.

"Xiaojiu, you...you have to express your condolences. Your old man..."

Zhu Shisan lowered his voice and showed his unbearable expression.

"What condolences? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yang Yu's heart thumped and he stood up, a little flustered for no reason.

I thought of the old jailer who escorted the prisoners to Qingzhou after meeting him once.

He has no father or mother in this life, but fortunately he was adopted by Granny Yang. After all, that old man who has never been masked is his 'adopted father'?

"Something happened to your old man. I saw someone from your clan come to the Yamen before, and I'm afraid they also got the news of the old man's death...

No, that’s not right. It should be news of disappearance..."

Zhu Shisan whispered, not daring to look into Yang Yu's eyes.

Missing is equal to death, everyone in the yamen knows that.

The reason why he was reported missing was because he needed to be compensated for his death.

Missing,

unnecessary……

"how come……"

Yang Yu's throat surged, and his heart felt a little clogged.

When I first came to this world, I was confused. If this old man hadn't taken me in, I would have been reduced to a beggar and would have died long ago, right?

"snort!"

Outside the warehouse, a cold shout came, and a middle-aged man who looked like an iron tower stepped into the warehouse and glanced at Zhu Shisan coldly:

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will pull out your tongue!"

"The king catches the head!"

Zhu Shisan was as silent as a cicada, and his legs were so frightened that they became weak.

"Hold it, this is Lao Yang's knife!"

The middle-aged man who looked like an iron tower raised his hand, and a broken knife smelling of rust was already in Yang Yu's hand.

"This knife..."

After taking the knife, Yang Yu's body trembled.

"Lao Yang, he is really missing."

He said something coldly, and when he saw the young man holding the sword trembling, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Losing the backbone of the family can be said to be a disaster for such a family.

For a moment, he couldn't say anything, so he could only say, "I'm responsible for the pension!", turned around and left.

"Wang Captou, walk slowly."

Zhu Shisan breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Yang Yu worriedly, turned around and left.

"This knife..."

However, Yang Yu didn't seem to care about the two people's attitude or departure, and murmured to himself in a daze.

He held the broken knife in one hand and covered his chest with the other.

hot!

burn!
Chapter completed!