Chapter 613 - Yang Xiaohai

Chapter 613 - Yang Xiaohai

Clang~

The trembling sound of the gong echoed from afar. The kitchen door was suddenly pushed open, and Yang Xiaohai rushed toward the direction of the sound while pulling up his pants in a hurry.

The long gong attracted everyone's attention in Cowheart Village. When Yang Xiaohai arrived at where the sound was coming from, he saw a group of eunuchs in front of a neat convoy.

They were in the middle of delivering various goods to the village.

There were live pigs, cows, sheep, bolts of silk and satin, as well as piles of gold and silver.

The other villagers were amazed, and they started whispering among themselves.

“Did I hear it correctly? Are these gifts from the emperor to us?”

“No, they’re not for you; they’re for the Daoist master.”

“Wow, could it be that Puppy wasn’t lying? Is the emperor really his senior? Wouldn't that mean that we're related to the emperor, too?”

“What’s going on? What’s happening?”

Yang Xiaohai squeezed through the crowd and saw Senior Li talking to an old eunuch with a golden whisk. “Go back and tell Gao Zhijian not to worry about Cowheart Village. I’m here, and everything is fine. Cowheart Village isn't that poor as well, so tell him to spend his time learning to become a competent emperor rather than mulling over what to send here. After all, his subjects will have a better life if he gets better at his job.”

“Yes, I’ll convey the message to His Majesty.” The old eunuch with a powdered face bowed respectfully to Li Huowang.

The old eunuch noticed Yang Xiaohai's glance, so he excused himself from Li Huowang and walked up to Yang Xiaohai.

“Kid, you’re Yang Xiaohai, right?” asked the old eunuch with a kind smile.

Yang Xiaohai nodded in confusion.

The old eunuch glanced at the bustling crowd. “It’s crowded here. Let’s find a place to talk about your parents.”

After a while, he folded the paper neatly and put it away. He then looked up at the woman and smiled wryly. “You see, I thought I was the descendant of someone important, just like Senior Gao. It turns out that I was wrong, and my parents sold me away to ease some of the burden on them.”

Yang Xiaohai then turned around and was about to return to the village when the pear-faced woman pulled him from behind.

“Don’t hold it in. Cry it out.”

The pear-faced woman's words had just fallen, but Yang Xiaohai was already squatting on the ground, crying in frustration.

Yang Xiaohai had always been a steady and sensible individual in the eyes of his seniors, but Yang Xiaohai had never really wanted to be that kind of person all this while.

However, none of his seniors noticed that fact—no, no one noticed it except for the pear-faced woman.

The pear-faced woman hugged Yang Xiaohai and patted his back gently to comfort him.

Yang Xiaohai vented for a long time before standing up once again and walking toward the village with the pear-faced woman.

“Hey! Xiaohai, where are you going? Look at these fat sheep; let’s roast one tonight!”

“I can’t forget the taste of that roast lamb back when we were in Qing Qiu. I had no idea that sheep is so delicious once it's roasted.”

“All right! Senior Cao, there are so many people of us, so you should roast a few sheep rather than just one!

Yang Xiaohai smiled along with everyone else. When he arrived at the kitchen, he took out his butchering tool and started sharpening the blade with a whetstone.

"Ah." He accidentally cut his finger, and blood flowed profusely out of the wound.

“What’s wrong?" the pear-faced woman asked upon hearing Yang Xiaohai's cry. "Don’t move; I’ll go get some medicine for you."

The pear-faced woman turned around and was about to leave, but Yang Xiaohai stopped her by raising his bleeding finger. “I want to go see my family.”

The pear-faced woman nodded gently and said, “Okay. I’ll go wherever you go.”