The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

Chapter 117 There is a thief, lesson

"Sir, this group of people are really going too far. They actually described you as such... such a despicable person. If this continues to spread, your reputation will be ruined." Fengnian said angrily.

Jiang Shian put down the teacup and touched his chin. It would not be surprising if someone in the village saw what happened just now.

At that time, many villagers gathered at the door to watch the excitement. At such a close distance, anyone with normal hearing could hear clearly that they were discussing business matters.

For every outrageous rumor, there is one about him hooking up with men everywhere. There is no doubt that some jealous person is gossiping about him behind his back.

He used to think it didn't matter and didn't care much about it, but leaving it alone was not a good thing. Fortunately, he was a time traveler and didn't have these feudal ideas and was always busy with business.

Otherwise, if an ordinary guy had been subjected to such rumors, he would have committed suicide long ago.

"It's not convenient for you to come forward about this matter. Everyone in the village knows that I bought you home. They are of the same mind as me and won't say anything to you. Go and tell that kid Huang Fugui. He has a group of friends who go around and listen to gossip. He will definitely find out where it came from."

Fengnian's eyes lit up, he responded, and went to the Huang family next door.

The sun was scorching at noon, so the Huang couple did not go to the fields to work. As it was getting dark late today, they wanted to wait until after dinner to work a little longer.

The two of them now help Jiang Shian with work and can earn a lot of money a day. They don't have to worry about money for their son's schooling, and they still have enough money to eat meat occasionally.

When she saw the person coming was Fengnian, Aunt Huang smiled and invited him into the house.

Fengnian told Aunt Huang the purpose of his visit, and she called her son out.

"Brother Fengnian, is there something wrong with Brother Shian?" Huang Fugui asked as soon as he came out.

He has been busy these days and has become much healthier. He is a little thinner than before, but when he smiles, his eyes still narrow into slits, which makes him look particularly funny.

Fengnian lowered his voice and explained clearly in a few sentences.

Huang Fugui nodded, and his face, which had been smiling just now, now looked a little angry.

He patted his chest and said, "Brother Fengnian, don't worry. I will definitely take care of this matter. It's not even dinner time yet. I'll tell Ergou and the others. I think we'll know in the evening."

Fengnian nodded, praised Huang Fugui for his intelligence, and then returned to the Jiang family.

There were only two of them for dinner, so they ate early. It was hot and their appetites were poor, so Fengnian cooked millet porridge, mixed a plate of cucumbers and kelp shreds, and fried some beans.

After dinner, the sun had just set.

There is still more than an hour before dark.

It was not as hot as in the morning, so Fengnian took his sickle and backpack and prepared to cut grass to feed the chickens. He also carried a bucket, thinking of looking for fish and shrimps by the river, if he couldn't eat them, he could give some good food to the chickens.

Since there was nothing else to do, Jiang Shian went to the study. Ji Yinghuai's manuscripts were still there, so he could practice calligraphy.

He had devoted himself to the shop in the past two months. He had not delivered the script to the shopkeeper for nearly two months, and he had not even calculated his share of the money.

Wait for Ji Yinghuai to come back, and then let Ji Yinghuai go with him.

Thinking of a man who was thousands of miles away, Jiang Shian put more force into the pen in his hand.

About one stick of incense later.

There were several sheets of white paper covered with words on the table.

There were a few big words written on the paper on Jiang Shian's face.

【Ji Yinghuai】【Ji Er】【Jiang Shian】

The other piece of writing next to it was a poem he copied. When compared with these names, both the handwriting and structure were a bit unbearable to look at.

Jiang Shian took the paper with his name written on it and blew on it. When the ink was dry, he put it between the pages of the book. He would wait for Ji Yinghuai to come back and show it to him. Ji Yinghuai would definitely praise him for his rapid progress.

The dusk fell and the moon was at its zenith.

The village was silent. After a busy day, everyone fell asleep. Those who got up at night heard the chirping of cicadas and rubbed their eyes sleepily. It was getting late and they could only sleep for another half hour if they went back.

Fengnian came out of the thatched hut. There was no wind tonight and everything around was quiet.

Suddenly he heard a sound coming from the corner and looked over there uncertainly.

The moonlight was bright and clear, and there was no one around.

I suspected that I had heard it wrong, but soon the sparse sounds started again, as if there was someone outside the wall.

Being so sneaky at this hour, it can't be a good thing.

The sleepiness was gone now, and he walked over lightly. It seemed like someone was talking outside, but he couldn't hear it clearly. He leaned against the wall and only then could he hear a few words clearly.

"This is really a treasure. Didn't they say that the workshop was built for the craftsmen to work with?"

"What nonsense! I've noticed that there was a small door behind his house that led directly into the front yard. I've also asked around. Jiang Shian's cousin or lover isn't here, so what are the two guys afraid of? If they were discovered in the middle of the night, they wouldn't dare to say anything for fear of ruining their reputation."

The man seemed to laugh and continued, "You've always wanted to see someone, so at worst you can just say you're here for a private meeting!"

After he finished speaking, he let out another suppressed lewd laugh.

Hearing this, Fengnian also realized that there were thieves.

His face turned pale. Being a thief was shameful enough, and he was even thinking about ruining their reputation.

From the sound, it seemed like there were two people. He definitely couldn't handle it alone, so he slowed down his pace and walked quickly towards the front yard. The young master was so smart, he must have a way.

Yuanbao was sleeping in the yard. When he heard the voice, he looked up and saw it was someone he knew, so he lay down again.

Jiang Shi'an's room door was never locked, and with Ji Yinghuai away, he had been sleeping lightly these past few days.

He woke up after Fengnian knocked twice. Hearing the anxious voice, he quickly turned over and sat up, put on some clothes casually, got up and opened the door.

"Sir, there are thieves behind you. Yes, there are two of them, climbing over the wall."

"Don't panic." Jiang Shi'an reached out and patted Fengnian's shoulder, saying calmly, "Didn't I ask you to pick some chicken-foot vines yesterday? And bring me my two hammers. I'll take a look."

Fengnian listened to his master's calm tone and the lack of panic on his face, and slowly calmed down.

Two days ago, Jiang Shian told him to go to the ridges in the fields and pick the thorns of a plant called Cistanche deserticola.

Jiang Shi'an quickly put on his clothes and went out. Fengnian had already brought out the backpack with two hammers in his hands.

This is the hammer.

Unlike the big hammer used to pound things at home, it is only as long as an arm.

Jiang Shian made it specially for back massage.

Fengnian didn't know why he was asked to take this out, but since Jiang Shian said so, he did it.

Yuanbao seemed to have noticed it as well. He dug his claws at the back door and let out dangerous growls.

Jiang Shian went over and patted its head, pointing to a tree in the distance: "Be good, go lie down and sleep, and don't bark if someone comes later."

Yuanbao nudged his hand with his big head, walked over, and continued to lie where he had just been.

Jiang Shian picked up the hammer and weighed it, with a faint smile on his face.

Fengnian shuddered as he looked at the smile on his face. The smile of the young master was a bit evil and a bit wicked. It was like a black cat that caught a mouse and knew it couldn't run away, so it blocked the mouse from both sides to play with it.