"No, they must have lied to me. I need to paralyze them first before I can run out. Only then can I understand what this world is like."

"Hmph, my cooking skills will surely conquer these country bumpkins, natives, and ancient people."

Zhang Yumeng hummed a little tune and washed the pot. She was also puzzled. Although there was no running water, each room, including the kitchen, had its own water tank, which was quite convenient for washing vegetables and cooking.

"Damn it, no way." Zhang Yumeng looked at the briquettes under the stove and was dumbfounded.

"Have you started using briquettes these days?"

"Lighter, lighter..."

In the inner hall, Yang Qian hummed comfortably at this time, maybe he was used to this kind of soreness.

"Sir, there is something I don't know whether to say or not?"

Yang Gan squinted his eyes. After the bruises on his body dispersed, his entire back was covered with blue and black. It was obvious that the blood had been rubbed away.

"As long as no one else is around, you can speak your mind. You are my personal maid and one of my own."

"Young master, please don't talk nonsense. If someone in the palace hears it and criticizes me for a transgression, I will be unable to defend myself."

"Say it."

"The new girl is very suspicious, both in terms of her language and her clothes. Sir, do we want to check her out? I'm afraid she is an assassin."

Yang Gan smiled and said, "Don't worry about her. I will be of use to this person in the future. I just don't know how much she weighs."

When the young master spoke, Qin Xiangru naturally had no objections. She was just curious. Since the battle in Shoucheng, the young master has always made plans, but this time he was completely unwary of that young lady. It was strange.

Looking at the sky, it was estimated that it was almost time to have dinner. Qin Xiangru wiped the sweat from her head. The massage for more than an hour required a lot of physical endurance.

"Walk by the water, walk by the water." A scream sounded from the yard.

Yang Gan stood up with a groan, and rushed out with a slightly panicked look on his face, "Nah."

Sure enough, his house was on fire. When he arrived at the fire point, he saw several slaves whose faces were charred black. The little cotton-padded jacket cried anxiously, but the clay pot in his hand kept pouring water into the kitchen.

The mistress and Ah Fu seemed to rush inside and splash water from the wooden wash basin without any regard for their own lives.

When he arrived, the fire had actually been extinguished. Yang Qian grabbed the mistress and said angrily, "Are you desperate for your life? Just rush into the fire?"

The mistress knelt down in fear and cried, "Master, Master, my little one is dead~~~No, no leakage was found."

In ancient times, no matter you were a nobleman or a commoner in Guizhou, you must know that fire and water are ruthless, and a fire may destroy the hard work of several generations.

Yang Qian helped him up, his anger immediately rising, "Am I feeling sorry for the kitchen? I want you to pay attention to your safety and don't hurt your body."

Everyone present looked at Yang Qian with tears in their eyes.

"Young master, wuwu, I will go through fire and water for you."

"Sir, I'm waiting for Wan to die."

After seeing the flames extinguished, Yang Qian asked, "Is everyone uninjured?"

"No no."

"It's just that some of my hair is burned off."

"Sir, the little cotton-padded jacket's arm is burned." The little girl held the little cotton-padded jacket and saw that the little cotton-padded jacket was frowning and his arms were red.

"Little girl, take her to the hospital quickly. This is for you." Yang Gan took out a small sling of coins from his arms and threw it to the little girl.

The little girl glanced at Yang Qian gratefully and hurried outside.

"Oh, why did you come out?" At this time, Yang Gan saw Ran Jing limping out with a cane and a water jug ​​in his hand.

"I heard there was a leak and came to help." Ran Jing replied.

"Save it, it's all extinguished, your butt is still not clean yet, ah~ Ran Jing, you're bleeding." Yang Gan pointed at Ran Jing's robe in surprise and said.

Ran Jing frowned and touched it, and sure enough he saw a bright red color in his hand. Yang Qian went up to him in depression and directly supported him and returned to the side room.

He helped him to the bed and pulled open his robe. Sure enough, traces of blood seeped out from his buttocks.

"Ah~~~!"

"What's it called? It's called Chun. Hurry up. Hey, Ran Jing, let me tell you something. Don't be surprised."

Ran Jing was very delicate, especially his eyelashes were very long. He looked at Yang Qian and wanted to hide but didn't. "General Yang, please tell me."

"The king's decree has come down, and I have been promoted to General Zhenbei, comparable to Jiuqing."

Ran Jing was so surprised: "General, you are right, the partial general is just an ordinary general, how can you directly promote Zhenbei general?"

"What does this mean? I am also the governor of Yuntong County. Your family is from Wufeng County. Remember to flatter this county governor more often in the future. Do you understand?"

Yang Qian poured medicine on his butt as he spoke, and said exaggeratedly, "Look, I, a general from Zhenbei, put medicine on your butt. What a shame!"

"If your butt is spanked, what's the point of losing face?" Ran Jing muttered in a low voice.

Yang Gan's face was serious, "Did I ask you to violate military discipline? It's not because you refused to kill others and hurt others."

"If I don't slap you, where do you want me to put my face? Can you please stop being like this in the future? Holy Mother, I am now the general of Zhenbei. I must have some deputies below."

"You want to be promoted to my position?" Ran Jing suddenly became energetic. It was not because of official addiction, but because this was a great affirmation for himself.

"Okay, the medicine is finished." Yang Qian said depressedly, "I beg you to be careful in the future. I am still applying medicine to you even if my house is on fire. Wait, my house is on fire. Damn it, you almost forgot about it."

Putting down the medicine bottle and running out of the door, he didn't forget to shout inside, "I want to lead the troops. Let's see how you perform. I'll stab Lou Zi next time, fifty army sticks."

As soon as he heard the word "military stick", Ran Jing suddenly became alert. This military stick was really not something that ordinary people could bear.

"Yang Qian, what's going on?"

"Yes, yes, why am I like this when I get home? Do you want to have dinner today?"

Zhou Zhiyu and Fujiko Jin also came back. As soon as they got home, they were confused as to why there was a fire. A large circle of people gathered outside, many of them holding wooden barrels and basins in their hands to prevent them from burning to their homes.

Looking at the crumbling, dark kitchen, Yang Gan's face was ashen. "Xiangru, have you found out the matter?"

Seeing that Yang Gan was angry, Qin Xiangru said cautiously, "The new girl here today is suspicious."

"Yang Gan, it's bad, that girl ran away." Krisna ran out of the room with a depressed look on her face.

Yang Qian clenched his fists tightly and said, "Nima, you are afraid of crime and are running away."

"Yang Gan, how about I go get her back now?" Krisna suggested. She felt that with her own pace and Belika's, she would definitely be able to find Zhang Yumeng over a cup of tea.

"No, let me know when she comes back."

"Sir, what are we going to do for dinner? What do you want to eat?"

Yang Qian walked towards the inner hall and said angrily, "Don't eat, I'm full."

Everyone looked at each other and suddenly realized the situation after understanding the situation with Qin Xiangru.

"Has Yang Gan fallen in love with that girl?" Zhou Zhiyu asked curiously.

Teng Zijin shook his head, "Yang Gan is not a person who can't walk when he sees a woman. In the Xiongnu, hundreds of women died under his sword, not to mention men. Besides, you are not bad looking either. He I don’t think anything wrong about you either.”

Zhou Zhiyu laughed and scolded, "A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory. Yang Qian and I are good friends. We haven't done anything nasty like you mentioned, but I always feel that he has a bit of a temper when he comes back."

"Hey, what do you know? You've seen Yang Gan look like that. Recently, his appearance has changed drastically. He is very angry. Sometimes he even smashes things in the tent."

Zhou Zhiyu covered her mouth and chuckled, "She is indeed pretty, but it would be terrible for a grown man to look like this."

"So, you can try to persuade him when you have time. The last time I tried to persuade him, he almost killed me with a sword." Fujiko Shin shivered when he thought of Yang Gan's rage.

Zhou Zhiyu looked in the direction of the inner hall and patted his ordinary chest, "Forget it, Yang Qian's face is so serious now, I feel scary, the aura is too strong."

On the street, the originally lively streets gradually became sparse. Many people closed their stalls and went home. Although the summer evening is slow, many people do not live in the city. If they go back late, it may get dark on the way. Already.

Ancient times were no better than modern times. At night, except for some wealthy families who could light some candles, ordinary tenant farmers had gone to bed long ago, and it was quite dangerous to travel.

At this time, Zhang Yumeng was unkempt and wandering on the street. No matter which way he looked, it was an ancient background.

Until now, she was still taking a chance that she would know exactly where she was as long as she saw a trash can or a telephone pole.

To her disappointment, there was no modern garbage on the ground, not to mention trash cans and telephone poles, not even a cigarette butt, just some rotten vegetable leaves and the like.

I originally wanted to bribe Yang Qian with a delicious meal, but isn't it said that if you want to conquer a man, you must conquer his stomach first?

As long as he makes delicious food that is not available in this era, he will definitely be able to handle it and be obedient. This is how it is done in TV dramas.

Zhang Yumeng herself once acted in a TV series about time travel, where she traveled to the Braided Dynasty, became a concubine, and then beat the emperor with various delicacies.

Crushing all kinds of concubines, to be honest she didn't want to accept this kind of mindless drama, but who made people spend a lot of money, the male protagonist is still a popular young star.

But it is too miserable now. I can feel that a person is in a strange era and a strange place. Almost everyone passing by is staring at him, and he just feels confused. Is there something on his face?
Chapter completed!