Chapter Ten, is it Ren Yingying? My buddy is Linghu Chong

With a loud bang, before Zhang Qian could offer any words of comfort, the outer door was forcefully kicked open by someone. A girl dressed in red rushed in like a flame

The hospital was getting closer and closer, when suddenly a wolf charged in from the side, opening its bloody jaws towards his thigh

The root cause of the awkward position of the chubby boy Ren Cong lies entirely with his father, Ren Qiong. According to information extracted from the chubby boy by Zhang Qian, the true master of the Ren family estate, Ren Qiong, does not usually reside in the estate but instead lives in the city with other members of the Ren family.

Certainly, it would be even better if the chubby boy Ren Cong could take the initiative to discuss it with him or at least provide an explanation afterward. Zhang Qian would feel much more at ease and would have a better impression of the Ren family and their estate.

Zhang Qian was immediately overwhelmed by the crying, sitting helplessly on the edge of the bed, handing over the cloth socks, "Fine, you come as you please! It won't trouble you for many days anyway!"

Thank you, you naughty one! The girl with an oval face felt as if she had been granted a reprieve, quickly wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, carefully cradling Zhang Qian's large foot in her arms and gently putting on the sock.

"Master, your servant is here to assist you with your oral hygiene!" The maid, Zijuang, had no choice but to take small, delicate steps to walk around to his opposite side, where she presented a willow branch covered in salt foam and a cup made of bamboo.

However, Zhang Qian is not particularly concerned about the whereabouts of the clothing. According to the information he has gradually gathered, the Ren family appears to be one that values both farming and education, but in reality, their main source of income comes from business. The old landlord of the Ren residence has a single character for his name, Qiong, and his business acumen is extraordinary. It seems that he owns many shops and has also ventured into the trade of jewelry and spices with merchants from the Western Regions.

Aunt Liu—" Zhang Qian shouted as he reached out, but the photo shattered at his fingertips, turning into a sky full of falling petals

In that case, he would be able to accompany Aunt Liu for a few more days, and even have the opportunity to urge her to undergo surgery earlier, rather than having to wait for him and a few other orphans to finish the college entrance examination. As a result, before they could step into the examination hall, Aunt Liu, the kindest and most beautiful woman in the world, passed away!

"Yes, it is indeed moist (immortal master)!" The girl with an oval face obediently changed her words, yet she did not stop her hands. First, she smoothed out his outer robe, and then helped him fasten a belt inlaid with amber and glass.

The little chubby boy's mother passed away while he was still nursing. His father soon remarried a woman with the surname Xue. Mrs. Xue not only managed the household well but was also very healthy, and starting from the second year, she consecutively gave birth to a sister and three brothers for him

The ferocious wolf, the bicycle, and the falling petals have all vanished, leaving only the four walls illuminated by the morning light and the bronze-colored carved wooden windows in view

Where are my dad and mom? Why have they abandoned me?

A photograph was carried by the wind and flew past him, depicting Aunt Liu before she fell ill, with kind eyes and a gentle expression, her short hair reaching her shoulders. However, surrounding the photograph was a glaring black frame.

The bicycle has fallen down

The young man's natural reaction upon waking in the morning had not yet faded, as he faced the girl's forehead. A wave of guilt immediately surged into Zhang Qian's mind. He hastily snatched the cloth socks, his face flushed, and took a half step forward, urgently emphasizing, "Put it down, put it down, I can do it myself. I've said it several times, I'm not a master, just a guest staying at Zhuangzi's place!"

In the basin made of white copper, water for washing the face had already filled half the basin, though it was unclear when this had happened. Unable to bear exploiting a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, Zhang Qian swiftly blocked the basin with his body before she could make a move, and in a matter of moments, he washed his face thoroughly.

He nodded helplessly and stood up, quickly walking towards the basin rack

The girl kneeling on the ground appears to be around thirteen or fourteen years old. In the twenty-first century, as long as she is not like him, unfortunate enough to be an orphan, she would surely be the apple of her parents' eye

Where are my shoes? They are not dry yet... Forget it, you continue! Zhang Qian wanted to ask whether his pair of generic travel shoes had dried, but the words were on the tip of his tongue, yet he reluctantly swallowed them back.

"Bastard, a dog without a father or mother! Wang Qian's Lego must have been stolen by you! Hurry up and confess!" A group of little tyrants cornered seven-year-old Zhang Qian behind the teaching building, swinging willow branches wildly. He desperately defended himself with his backpack, but his thighs were still struck repeatedly, each hit piercing his heart with pain.

"Miss, is your name Yingying?" Zhang Qian had long heard from the chubby Ren Cong that he had a younger sister named Yingying. At that time, he secretly thought to himself: what a pity that this Ren Yingying is not the same as that Ren Yingying; otherwise, I would definitely like to get to know her and take the opportunity to become sworn brothers with Linghu Chong. Who would have thought that so soon, Ren Yingying would come knocking at the door!

Aunt Liu taught him that a man should sweat and bleed but not shed tears. She taught him that no matter what happens, one must live with strength. She taught him that it is better to rely on oneself than to seek help from others. She taught him that regardless of where one is, one should never forget the dignity of being a person, standing tall and holding one's head high

However, Zhang Qian's sneakers, along with his jeans, blended fabric shirt, vest, underwear, and other clothing, have been continuously taken away by Ren Fu, the steward of Renjiazhuang, under the pretext of helping to wash them. Zijuan has no right to manage this matter, nor does she even have the right to inquire about it

Uncle Zhang from the reception suddenly rushed in front of seventeen-year-old Zhang Qian and shoved an old Oppo phone into his hand, "Your aunt is in the hospital, she wants to see you. You little brat, how can you be so heartless? Look at how sick she has become!"

I am not a master! Ultimately, it belongs to the Sino-Tibetan language family, and it is much easier to learn than English. In just five days, Zhang Qian has already been able to engage in basic communication with the locals using Tang language. Struggling to take a step back, he quietly corrected, "Do not call me master. Also, just leave the clothes on the bed; I will put them on myself"

Sighing, Zhang Qian slapped his own head, turned over in bed, and stretched his feet towards the two indistinguishable wooden clogs.

Zhang Qian will not forget these things, for he knows that, in the unseen realm, Aunt Liu has always been watching over him. Even if he has traversed time to arrive in the Tang Dynasty over 1,300 years ago

However, according to Zhang Qian's repeated observations over the past few days, although the chubby Ren Cong is the young master of the Ren family, his actual status at home can only be considered average. In many matters, he is not in a position to make decisions. Few people pay attention to what he says. Even Ren Quan, Ren Wu, and Ren Liu's respect for him remains superficial.

Immediately following, a girl about 1.45 meters tall, with an oval face, rushed in with small, quick steps. She first greeted him, then deftly shook out a neatly ironed long robe, assisting him with changing clothes

Ah—" Zhang Qian shouted as he sat up, opening his eyes

The bamboo tube had also been carefully filled with clear water, while the tip of the willow branch had just been gently gnawed apart by the purple cuckoo to prevent it from injuring the gums of Master Zhang Qian.

"I do not dare! I am a servant assigned to you by the young master. To serve you is my fortune!" The young girl knelt down without any hesitation, explaining as she casually picked up the clean and dried cloth socks, "Please take a seat, I will assist you with your footwear!"

"Indulgence in lewdness, indulgence in lewdness!" The girl with an egg-shaped face thought she had misaddressed the esteemed guest, which had caused such anger. She was so frightened that her face turned pale, and with tears streaming down, she repeatedly bowed her head in apology.

Not ! ''

He threw the phone back to Grandpa Zhang, who rushed towards a bicycle, jumped on it, and sped away like the wind

The ferocious wolf lunged forward, opening its blood-filled maw towards him

"I am not some lewd person..." Zhang Qian instinctively wanted to correct him, but then reluctantly gave up, "Forget it, call me whatever you want. If you want to call me lewd, then so be it! After all, being lewd is no worse than being in a bad situation!"

"I, a humble servant, do not dare to call the young lady by her given name!" Zijuang covered her mouth with her hand, quickly retreating, her big eyes blinking rapidly, resembling a frightened little deer.

If only I had traveled back to six years ago instead of the Tang Dynasty! Zhang Qian thought to himself, making an effort to stretch his stiff muscles.

As for Ren Fu, the steward of Renjia Village, and the other high-ranking servants, their attitude towards the chubby Ren Cong is even more perfunctory. Although they are restrained by their respective social statuses and do not openly oppose him, they do not allow the chubby boy to interfere in the matters they are responsible for.

It has already been the fifth day since arriving in the Tang Dynasty, and the wound on his thigh, inflicted by a vicious wolf, has already scabbed over, yet he still awakens in the same nightmare as during his university days

The shimmering sunlight, filtering through a thin layer of burlap window paper, streams into the room, leaving a beautiful canvas on the bronze-colored wooden floor

No one would willingly abandon their own child; they must have lost you by accident. They are currently frantically searching for you all over the world. Study hard, get into a good university, pursue graduate studies, and earn a doctor's degree. One day, when they see you on television, they will come to find you themselves! Director Liu's words always make so much sense, so warm, as comforting as cough syrup, quickly drying his tears.

In Renjiazhuang, however, young girls are the most humble class of existence. Everything, including their bodies, belongs to the Ren family. Eating, walking, and working must all strictly adhere to a complete set of rules. A slight transgression may result in a beating

"The master has awakened!" A soft voice suddenly rang out from the doorway, interrupting his sorrow and regrets

Hmm! The young girl softly responded, though she was completely bewildered and did not dare to ask any questions. She continued to hold up his other large foot, helping him put on a cloth sock, and then knelt on the floor to assist him in putting on soft-soled deerskin boots

Therefore, the chubby Ren Qiong did not come to explain or discuss matters regarding the cowhide pants and travel shoes, and Zhang Qian did not intend to blame him. After all, no matter how much longer it was delayed, in about half a month, the steward Ren Fu should have returned the clothes and shoes. By that time, Zhang Qian should have fully mastered Tang Yin, and with the travel permit that the chubby Ren Cong had promised to help resolve, he would be able to leave at ease.

A gust of wind swept by, and the dean suddenly vanished without a trace

Young lady, do not be angry, do not be angry! Young lady, this time the master guarantees it is true. If you do not believe it, you can ask the steward. Young lady, oh! The voice of the slovenly doctor Ren Quan's explanation immediately followed. Soon after, there was the sound of a body falling to the ground and exclamations. (Note: The term "young lady" is a title used in the Song Dynasty. In the Tang Dynasty, it was referred to as "little young lady" or "young lady." Quite awkward!)

"Master, the water is here, the maid is here to assist you with your cleansing!" Suddenly, the soft voice of the young girl echoed in his ears, pulling Zhang Qian's thoughts back from afar.

The hospitals collapsed before his eyes like a row of dominoes, and then were blown away by the wind like pieces of paper

I am not a celestial master! You may call me Mr. Zhang, or Young Master Zhang, either is fine. Not daring to push the young lady away with his hands, Zhang blushed and continued to correct, Just leave the rest to me, I will handle it myself

The little tyrants scattered in a rush. In the next moment, the director of the orphanage, Aunt Liu, walked over to Zhang Qian, gently helped him up, and brushed the dirt off him, saying, "Alright, stop crying. A man should bleed and sweat, but not shed tears!"

As he was pondering how to discreetly break off and dispose of the part of the willow branch that had been kindly bitten by Zijuang without hurting her self-esteem, he suddenly heard a clear reprimand coming through the window

Although it was no longer the first day using a willow branch to brush his teeth, Zhang Qian was still made nauseous by the faint traces of saliva on it. As a normal person, he had no penchant for tasting someone else's saliva, even if the other party was a young maiden with a breath as fragrant as orchids

Suddenly, someone tripped him, and he fell backward onto the ground. The crowd of bullies cheered and rushed forward. At that moment, a heavenly voice echoed in the air, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Do you believe I will go find your parents?"

At first, Zhang Qian did not pay much attention to these matters. However, since yesterday morning, he has vaguely sensed that the time taken for washing and drying these clothes has indeed been excessively long

The experiences of being bullied by classmates in childhood and losing the only loved one during middle school are like scars on an old tree, etched into his heart. He cannot bear to think about them; whenever he does, a suffocating pain grips his chest. He is also unable to forget, as they invade his dreams from time to time, repeatedly reopening the wounds and leaving his heart bleeding profusely

It is the young lady! Zijuang, who is attending to Zhang Qian, was so frightened that her face lost its color. She quickly covered her cherry-like mouth with her hand and whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's: "If the young lady comes looking for you later, Master, please do not be angry. She is a very reasonable person, indeed, she is only worried that the young lord is not diligent in his pursuits, which is why she always wants to keep an eye on him! In any case, Master, please be more accommodating, and when the young lord hears the news and arrives, he will have his own way to handle it!" She is a very reasonable person, indeed, she is only worried that the young lord is not diligent in his pursuits, which is why she always wants to keep an eye on him! In any case, Master, please be more accommodating, and when the young lord hears the news and arrives, he will have his own way to handle it!

Where is the fraud? Take me there to deal with him! Ren Quan, Ren Wu, your father has instructed you to keep an eye on your elder brother, do not always indulge in these absurd matters, is this how you are watching him?!

A hot and stinging sensation surged uncontrollably to the corners of his eyes. Struggling to stifle his emotions, he swallowed his tears and then began to straighten his clothes.

Aunt, I am not a dog bastard

It is important to note that it is currently autumn, a season characterized by dry and windy conditions. Even the most difficult items to dry, such as denim jeans, should have been completely dried by now. Moreover, what about cotton garments like vests and underwear

Therefore, Zhang Qian felt that the steward of Renjia Village, upon seeing items such as jeans and sneakers, would naturally be delighted and take them to study their manufacturing methods, materials, or origins. Deep down, Zhang Qian even hoped that Ren Fu could find similar products within the Tang Dynasty. This would mean that he was not the only one in the Tang Dynasty. There were others who had also crossed over from the 21st century, arriving even earlier than him and adapting better to the current social environment. Deep down, Zhang Qian even hoped that Ren Fu could find similar products within the Tang Dynasty. This would mean that he was not the only one in the Tang Dynasty. There were others who had also crossed over from the 21st century, arriving even earlier than him and adapting better to the current social environment

Aunt?" She hesitated as she looked at her phone, the screen displaying the haggard face of the dean. All around was a blanket of white, resembling the thick fog of an early autumn morning.