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Chapter 29: The warrior dropped the stirrup of his horse, and the neighbors in the streets and alleys were paying attention. The peasant in the past is now a man in a carriage!
It is late autumn and the weather is cold.

It was noon.

In the dilapidated streets filled with sewage, pedestrians walked like zombies, their eyes dull and lifeless.

however.

Da da da!
At this moment, a horse-drawn carriage suddenly drove in. The scarred coachman in the lead had a fierce look on his face and placed a machete at his side. It was obvious that he was not someone to be trifled with.

Even though the streets are narrow and dilapidated.

But when they saw the horses' hooves galloping and the wheels turning, the pedestrians on the road far away hurriedly turned sideways and stuck close to the wall, for fear of accidentally rubbing against it.

The small "Lu Zhuang" flag fluttering on the carriage and sedan chair was eye-catching and dazzling.

People passing by will be envious when they see it.

Only after the carriage had gone far away did he dare to murmur:
"He travels with a carriage and a horse, and is a 'sword-bearing retainer' in Lu Manor!"

“These people are really impressive.”

"It's already prestigious enough to be an ordinary manager who collects rent and occupies a place. He manages three or five people and orders them around."

"But I heard that when they went to Luzhuang to pay the rent for the shop owner behind them, they met these people, but they all tucked their tails between their legs, smiled apologetically, and begged for directions!"

"Ugh."

"I don't know what the person sitting inside looks like. I hope I can do that one day."

A bald man was curled up beside a ditch, rubbing his hands and muttering something. His companions laughed at him and said:
"you?"

"Even if pie falls from the sky, it won't hit us, so forget it!"

"There are also differences in the quality of warriors."

"People like us who work in the mud, relying on the money our families have saved for half a lifetime, can learn a few boxing moves and become a 'kiln manager'."

"The ordinary retainers of Luzhuang are all carefully selected. There are only so many of them. How can ordinary warriors be selected?"

"Not to mention the disciples who carry swords. I heard there are only about thirty of them, and they are all top-notch fighters."

"This person must believe in fate."

"In this poor land of ours, it has been a long time since we have seen a young man from the Ji family who turned his life around as a groom, but that's all. If we don't work hard for a few years, or even more than ten years, we probably won't be able to escape from this 'cage'."

He didn't finish his sentence.

The people nearby looked towards the back street and saw the carriage, which had shrunk to a smaller size, stop in front of a fenced yard. They were suddenly surprised:
"wait wait wait."

"look."

“That place.”

"Is it the thatched mud house of the Ji family brothers and sisters?"

Follow his finger and look.

The people watching the fun were all stunned.

"It seems, it really is."

It didn't take long.

When the carriage stopped.

The surrounding area of the kiln is a poor and dilapidated street.
Completely boiling.

There was a crowd of people.

From a distance, looking at the Lu Zhuang carriage, someone finally drew aside the curtain, revealing a figure.

As the coachman, Hong Jiang quickly jumped up, gritted his teeth, leaned down to the ground, and actually served as a "human ladder" to provide a smooth landing for the people in the carriage!

When Ji Xiu, wearing the uniform black clothes issued to the Luzhuang sword-bearing servants, with a crocodile skin belt and a steel knife on his waist, appeared,
There were bursts of exclamations:

"Then that's Ji's son!?"

"What a handsome young man! When he was starving to the point of being skin and bones, I didn't even notice that he had such a handsome appearance."

In the distance, a burst of noise was heard.

Ji Xiu stepped out of the carriage half a step, ignoring this, but when he saw Hong Jiang leaning over to support the ground, he frowned and stopped:

"Brother Hong, I am already ashamed of you holding the whip and the stirrup. I have already said before that there is no need to do this."

"Now, you want me to imitate those 'nobles' and learn how to walk on 'human steps' and on flat ground."

"I, Ji Xiu, have spent half my life trying to make a living in a place like this where sewage is flowing everywhere. I can't learn it without a rich destiny."

"Get up quickly."

He jumped down and pulled Hong Jiang up, pretending he had never heard the praise and envy in his ears.

If you are poor in a busy city, no one will care about you; if you are rich in the mountains, you will have distant relatives.

Now it has won a lot of applause.

Although a little floating
But once the anger has passed, one can see through the essence of it at a glance.

"This is the change that fists and momentum have brought to me." Ji Xiu murmured softly.

Before, when he and Ji Wei lived in a run-down, leaky house, they were like air, and no one would even glance at them.

If he hadn't become a retainer of Lu Zhuang, how could he be where he is today?
This is the case with the sword-carrying retainers.

If you move up a level, you can become the master of Lu Manor, a boxing gym, or even a leather refining master, and make a living there!

These people are probably going to kowtow devoutly as if they were seeing God coming.

Tasted the sweetness.

Then
How is it possible to stop here?

When Hong Jiang heard Ji Xiu's words, he leaned forward and smiled to indicate that it was not a problem.

But my heart was filled with another feeling, full of bitterness, as if I had eaten Coptis chinensis.

Holding the whip and dropping the stirrup, they acted as human cushions.

Not to mention warriors, even ordinary people, as long as they have a straight back, would not be willing to do the job of being a servant and flattering others.

But he has no choice!
In front of all the guests of Lu Zhuang, he spoke with one spit and one nail was thrown.

If you say something and then fail to do it, you will lose face.

This season's repair
At the age of sixteen, he realized the art of 'one kill every ten steps' and entered the door of swordsmanship. His future was bright. He was definitely better than himself.

If that were all, it would be fine.

By all means
Everyone who was close enough to see the way the old owner looked at him that day could see it clearly!

Others don’t know.

But Hong Jiang watched helplessly as Lu Chengfeng sent away her eldest son Lu Yu and her last disciple Luo Xiao, and insisted that the eldest lady take the boy to familiarize himself with the situation in the manor.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell what the plan is!

A swordsmanship genius with a bright future, but to be honest, that's all he is.

Can.
If you add his boss' title of "Son-in-law" before this title,
Hong Jiang thinks.

You have to either bow down or make a big investment.

When this young man rises to prominence in the future, he will probably be the one to be reckoned with and kicked out.

It's related to my financial future, how can I not perform well!
"It doesn't matter who leads the horse, it doesn't matter if I lead it."

"When we were hanging around on the mountain roads outside Anning County, I was used as a human cushion countless times when the boss got on and off the horse. If you admit your mistakes, you must have the attitude to admit them."

"It was me, Hongjiangkou Huahua, who said the wrong thing before."

"But a real man's word is as good as a nail. If I say I will be your groom, I will be your groom for the rest of my life until you leave Luzhuang!"

Hong Jiang clasped his fists, raised his knife, and with a solemn expression, he began to patrol around the carriage with a ferocious look, watching for any blind pickpocket who dared to approach.

And the huge movement
The little girl in the dilapidated hut also sneaked around, poked half of her head out and looked over.

Ji Wei was wrapped in a purple cotton-padded jacket. She was covered in dust from cooking, so she just lit the fire and was preparing to cook a sumptuous meal, waiting for her brother to come home for dinner.

Hearing the noise, he looked outside the house.

So she saw it.
Ji Xiu, dressed in black, with a sword on his waist, standing tall and with flying hair, was walking on the loess and pushing open the fence.

Seeing his brother who had almost changed his appearance and had never worn such decent clothes before.
This sight made Ji Wei stunned.

"Little sister."

"I'll pick you up and take you to your new home."

The young man in black smiled softly, his tone gentle.

He personally took Ji Wei's hand, step by step, and pulled her into the carriage.

The stove in the carriage was warm.

Ji Wei pinched the corner of her clothes awkwardly, with her legs pressed together, feeling a little uneasy.

even
Haven't come back to my senses yet.

She watched her brother busying around, putting bedding, cotton clothes and other items in the car.

Finally, I took a closer look at the loess house where I had lived for more than ten years.

He nodded and took the whip.

A few moments.

The sound of firecrackers bids farewell to the old and welcomes the new.

Wait until the ground is covered with bright red firecracker debris and yellow soil.

The carriage gradually went away, leaving only a cloud of dust.

It's like a scene in a dream.

(End of this chapter)