As a key city linking the two banks of the Yangtze River and connecting the northern and southern stretches of the Grand Canal, Yang Province enjoyed thriving water and land transportation. Every day, enormous crowds passed through it, and all the city gates were bustling.
Little Pillar sat with the driver on the edge of the carriage shaft, swinging his short legs leisurely as he watched the streams of passersby.
Before he became his young master's page, his parents had told him to be careful, careful, and then even more careful. Even if his young master wanted to beat him to death, he was to endure it. But after truly becoming his young master's page, he felt that his parents had only been trying to scare him.
He had meat with every meal, along with sweets. Whenever they went into the city, his young master bought snacks, and he got to eat plenty as well. His young master had also bought fine fabric and had the master tailors at the silk shop make him several outfits. He could read in his young master's study, and whenever he asked his young master about something he did not understand, his young master always answered with a smile.
Little Pillar felt that this was truly a life fit for an immortal.
The only bad thing was that lately, his young master had made him practice martial arts with him. He was exhausted to death every day and still had to take a beating. That was no good.
But his young master had said that everything came at a price. He thought that having to exhaust himself, get beaten, and study every day was probably the price he had to pay for being able to eat and drink so well.
He was not stupid,