That was what he said, but in truth, Fang Yue only wanted to save some silver.
He did not have much money on him, and he still needed to stay in the County Town for another two months or so. He had no livelihood here, so he had to spend sparingly.
Thus, renting the woodshed was quite good. Meals were provided every day, and the rent was cheap.
It was just that some of the diners nearby had heard that Fang Yue had passed the Martial Scholar examination last year and was already a Martial Scholar entitled to three hundred mu of tax-exempt farmland.
This was the County Town. Those who could afford to eat at a Wine House naturally would not be overly intimidated by a mere Martial Scholar like Fang Yue.
It was inevitable that some spoke unpleasantly, and there were naturally those who sneered and mocked him.
"The room may be plain, but its eaves are high. Does that not carry the meaning of passing the exam with flying colors?"
Fang Yue offered a casual explanation. In all of Xiahe County Town, where else could he find lodging more affordable than this woodshed?
Was he really supposed to stay at Uncle-Master Zhang's house?
Ever since that incident last time, he had felt too awkward to visit again.
Before Fang Yue had even finished speaking, a fat, pale man who was heading upstairs in the Wine House—
—fiercely slapped the staircase beside him. Under the force of that powerful blow—
—a loud, dull bang exploded.
"I was wondering why I failed the last two times. So it was because there was something wrong with the room I stayed in!"
The fat man immediately came over to Fang Yue. He was enormous, weighing no less than two hundred jin.