This Thing Can Be Drunk as Milk

In the dim bedroom, The bed frame under the red gauze curtain creaked, and the red veil would occasionally lift a corner, revealing white, tender feet swaying.

Behind the veil, the swaying figure of the graceful woman suddenly stopped.

Then, She bent her slender waist!

"Madam, spare me, please stop!"

The young man's plea for mercy abruptly ceased.

Ershui City, Mudskipper Street.

Under a large willow tree, Wang Sheng felt his back and kidneys ache every time he recalled this memory.

The original owner of this body had been drained dry and died under the woman's torment.

Wang Sheng had struck it lucky and miraculously transmigrated.

After Wang Sheng transmigrated and occupied this body, it regained its vitality, as if it had never been exploited.

However, Even after dying and coming back to life, Wang Sheng couldn't escape the woman's seduction.

Wang Sheng's current status was low; his parents were servants in the Li family.

That woman was the fourth concubine of the Li family master, and she was quite favored by him.

If anything were to happen, Wang Sheng would most likely be drowned in a pig cage.

And even if nothing happened, if this continued, Wang Sheng would still not escape death.

That woman was addicted to riding!

She had many other addictions too!

"Damn it, eating that stuff, what's the difference from milk?"

"Even a hundred men couldn't withstand this kind of exploitation!"

Wang Sheng cursed inwardly. The thought made his kidneys ache; he had to break free quickly.

Directly running away from home was the worst option. In this unfamiliar ancient society, a young man as handsome as him would surely suffer a tragic fate if he wandered too far alone.

"Sigh! There's a war in the north, and the court is increasing taxes. The county magistrate is celebrating his birthday, so the yamen is increasing taxes. Now, even the temple fair has a 'Buddha tax'!"

"My parents fished for a month and paid the taxes, and they didn't even have enough to eat. A few days ago, my mother caught a cold and needed medicine. My father can't fish alone anymore. How can we live like this!"

Under the large willow tree, a young man named Heidan, standing beside Wang Sheng, said with a face full of grief and worry.

"Hmph, I think this Great Jing Dynasty will collapse sooner or later!"

A young man named Yumu, startled, quickly covered Heidan's mouth. "Are you trying to die? If the constables hear you, you're finished."

Wang Sheng looked at these childhood friends, who were not much older but already had faces full of hardship, and fell silent. The class system in this era was incredibly rigid.

A few words from officials were no different from imperial decrees in the eyes of the common people.

Heavy taxes, collusion between officials and merchants, and the connivance of local gentry formed a cold, iron net, firmly locking down and suppressing all the common people at the bottom, preventing them from ever rising in life, forcing them to burn themselves out to support the enjoyment of a few.

It was harder than reaching heaven for poor commoners to make a name for themselves.

Even finding a job to support oneself or learning a trade was fraught with difficulties. It required money, depended on one's status, and required serving the master more devotedly than one's own parents, yet one might not even learn anything.

Commoners at the bottom spent their lives struggling to fill their stomachs, seeing no hope in life, and eventually becoming numb.

However, Wang Sheng had another path.

[Heaven Rewards Diligence: Learning will surely succeed.]

This was his transmigration cheat.

In simple terms, the more sweat he shed, the greater the success he would achieve.

For any skill or craft, as long as he studied diligently, there would be no obstacles.

Wang Sheng had originally planned to study and pursue a scholarly career, but he later discovered that the martial arts in this world possessed extraordinary power, and even the martial arts imperial examinations were more important than the civil ones.

Therefore, he wanted to practice martial arts, and only by practicing martial arts could he fully utilize the cheat he brought with him from his transmigration.

"Sigh, we've all grown up. What are your plans?"

Yumu sighed heavily and asked.

"My family wants to send me to the Zhao Manor to be a maid for the young lady."

He Erya, who had her hair in a few small braids, said in a low voice, seeming a little self-conscious.

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"Although I'll be a maid, if the young lady gets married in the future, I'll be part of her dowry, and maybe I can even become a concubine!"

He Erya added, as if to save face in front of her friends.

"My father plans to have me apprentice with a pig castrator."

"It stinks a bit, but at least we can eat our fill, and occasionally get some meat. It's definitely much better than now."

Heidan lowered his head and said in a small voice.

Once you become a pig castrator, from birth to death, your whole body will carry an inescapable stench, and even your family will detest the smell.

"Shengzi, what about you?"

Yumu looked at Wang Sheng.

"I want to learn martial arts!"

Wang Sheng said.

"The poor study, the rich practice martial arts! How dare you think of learning martial arts. We're just poor people. Shengzi, even if you go to the Li family as a servant, we won't laugh at you. We're still friends!"

Yumu shook his head, reached out, and patted Wang Sheng's shoulder, saying with emotion.

"You want to practice martial arts? How much money does your family have to dare to practice martial arts? Didn't you see Old Liu's family, the cloth seller? They sold their entire shop to support his son's martial arts training, spent over a hundred taels, and didn't succeed. It led to their family's ruin."

He Erya said dismissively.

She didn't believe Wang Sheng could achieve anything in martial arts. Now that she was a maid, she naturally wanted Wang Sheng to become a servant too, to achieve psychological balance.

"Wang Sheng, just follow your parents into the Li Manor and become a servant. Stop having wild dreams of practicing martial arts!"

Heidan was jealous, but he said with a smile.

Wang Sheng didn't refute them, because indeed, the path of martial arts in this era was even more difficult than the civil service examinations. Ordinary wealthy families might not be able to afford the expenses for martial arts training.

And his family couldn't even come up with a few taels of silver.

"Yumu, what about you?"

Wang Sheng looked at Yumu.

"My family spent fifteen taels of silver, and I asked my uncle to help me get a position as a Grey-clothed Runner in the yamen!"

Yumu tried his best to remain calm in front of his companions, but his eyes were filled with anticipation.

Although Grey-clothed Runners were the lowest-ranking yamen runners, their salary was pitifully small.

However, runners did have a semblance of official status, far superior to commoners, and even wielded a tiny bit of power.

"Brother Mutou, you're going to be an official! Brother Mutou, you're amazing."

He Erya's eyes lit up when she heard this, seeming more excited than Yumu, and she became very enthusiastic.

"Brother Mutou, you'll have to take care of us in the future!"

Heidan, who was usually arrogant and hot-tempered, lowered his head and called Yumu "ge" at this moment, showing a desire to align himself with him.

"Sigh! What's so amazing. My family is completely drained just to send me there. We'll be dirt poor for the next few years!"

"Also, stop calling me Brother Mutou, it sounds so unpleasant!"

Yumu preemptively mentioned his family's poverty to prevent his companions from asking him for money, and he discarded the name Brother Mutou, which had accompanied him for over a decade, with disdain.

Yumu's parents had been laborers, carrying heavy loads for over a decade, and their backs were already bent in their early thirties. But they had finally scraped together a sum of money to send him to the yamen as a Grey-clothed Runner.

He Erya's parents were a waiter and someone who had been chronically ill.

Heidan's parents were fishermen, their bodies reeking of fish. They also faced heavy taxes from officials and gangs, and even river bandits, so they could only eat fish a few times a month.

Wang Sheng's parents were servants in the Li Manor.

In summary, the four young men and their parents were all struggling commoners at the very bottom of ancient society, unable to even guarantee enough to eat. A single misstep could lead to the bankruptcy of their entire families.

However, servants were ultimately beneath others among all professions. Unless they became stewards or the like, ordinary servants could not even guarantee their freedom, let alone their lives. Naturally, they were not as well-off as commoners.

If the master killed a servant, they only needed to compensate with a small amount of money. But if they killed a commoner, the punishment would be much heavier, far exceeding that for a servant.

The four talked for a while longer before parting ways.

Two days later.

Li Manor.

In a small side room.

"What, you want to practice martial arts? Look at yourself! You're only good-looking, skinny as a stick, and you want to practice martial arts! Get lost. Tomorrow, you'll come with me to find Steward Li and sign the indenture."

"I've been a servant for decades, you learn from me, I'll teach you how to be a slave!"

Father Wang was drunk. Seeing his son disobey, he cursed and shouted angrily.

"I'm not asking you, I'm informing you. I'm already a disciple of the Martial Academy!"

Wang Sheng said indifferently.