"This commoner, this commoner kowtows to Your Excellency!"
The man had probably been peeking for a long time. Seeing Yang Zhengshan come over, he nervously dropped to his knees and bowed.
Yang Zhengshan stepped forward and pulled him up in one motion.
"No need!"
Being supported by him, the man first froze, then became even more nervous, at a total loss as to what to do with his hands and feet.
"Wang Laosan, invite the Marquis inside first!"
At this moment, Xiong Hu had calmed down instead and reminded him.
"Ah, please, please!" Wang Laosan stammered.
Only then did Yang Zhengshan enter the house.
Three mud-brick rooms, with the Main Hall in the middle and bedrooms on both sides—this was the most common layout in the Liaodong region.
The low Houses were somewhat dim, but still fairly warm.
Yang Zhengshan casually looked around. Well, there actually was not much to look at; there was not even a stool in the room, only a stone.
"Please forgive us, Marquis. There isn't even a place to sit here," Xiong Hu said cautiously.
"Mm!"
Yang Zhengshan gave a light nod and looked at the clothing on the man and the child.
The clothes were not exactly thick, but they were new.
After that, he did not say much more to Xiong Hu or Wang Laosan. He turned and walked out of the Main Hall, then went into the kitchen.
The kitchen was between the main house and the side chamber on the west side. Inside was an earthen stove, and there were still sparks beneath it; clearly, the kang had just been heated.
There was nowhere near this village to chop firewood, but they could cut dry grass.
With a sickle, one could find any spot outside the village and cut a great