The next morning, Zhang Yang was jolted awake by hunger. He had eaten all the goose meat left over from yesterday in the middle of the night, so now he had not a morsel of food left.
Fortunately, Li Village currently served porridge twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, one bowl per person. It was so thin and clear that you could count the grains of rice. Who were they even trying to fool?
"Ergou."
He had just fed his cheap grandfather a bowl of watery gruel when someone called for him from outside the door. It was a rather burly man, quite unlike the old, weak, sick, and disabled people he had seen yesterday. A hard bow was strapped to his back, and a long saber hung at his waist. He carried a chilling air of slaughter and was probably a martial artist—but only probably.
This man was naturally Zhang Yang's cheap brother-in-law, who had joined the Li Village Patrol Team three months ago.
"Big Brother, is something wrong?"
Zhang Yang asked. In Wang Ergou's memories, this fellow called Dahei had treated him fairly well.
"Are you still thinking of becoming a Cultivator Apprentice?"
His brother-in-law asked with a grim expression. This probably was not the first time he had asked.
"I performed a meritorious deed yesterday, so I was just promoted to Squad Leader. If you join the patrol team, you can come to my squad. I'll look after you."
"But I still want to give it a try." Zhang Yang revealed a faint smile.
"With a physique that would fall over if the wind blew, going there would only lead to a dead end." His brother-in-law looked furious.
"I know." Zhang Yang nodded. Even without Wang Ergou's memories, he could guess