Chapter 14
Since the tax collection began, Liu Guihua insisted that Jiang Yun could only eat one meal a day, and that meal was nothing more than plain vegetable soup without rice. Every time he woke up, he was dizzy and lightheaded from hunger.
One morning, before dawn, the clattering of pots and pans stirred Jiang Yun awake.
The woodshed at night was teeming with mosquitoes. The mosquito net was made of coarse cloth, a precious item even in the countryside; only Jiang Mo’s bed had one. The mosquitoes buzzed loudly all night, and hunger made it even harder for Jiang Yun to sleep. His arms and calves were covered in red welts, which swelled the more he scratched.
Groggily opening his eyes, Jiang Yun saw the bright starry sky through the broken window. It was still dark outside. Where was the clinking noise coming from in the kitchen?
He thought he must be dreaming—Liu Guihua would never get up this early to cook. Could it be a thief? Many vagrants in the village couldn’t even pay their taxes and would sneak into others' yards to steal at this time of year.
If anything was stolen and Liu Guihua couldn’t catch the thief, he would be the first to be beaten.
Fear gripped his heart, but he knew he couldn’t let the thief succeed. Fighting the dizziness, he shakily crawled out of bed, grabbed a stick from the corner, and cautiously headed toward the kitchen.
A faint light flickered from the kitchen—the oil lamp’s flame danced, casting bright shadows of firewood on the stove. When the wind blew outside, the shadows on the wall shifted, resembling some sort of monster.
He stared in disbelief at Liu Guihua busy in the kitchen.
She noticed him at the door, sneered inwardly, then forced a broad, exaggerated smile: “You’re awake! Good timing. I boiled some hot water for you. Go wash up properly and change your clothes later.” Even she felt a chill after saying that.
The hot water bubbled and hissed, but Liu Guihua’s smile seemed anything but kind to Jiang Yun; in the dark kitchen, it appeared sinister and eerie.
Years of beatings and insults had filled him with fear of Liu Guihua, making him wary as well. She wouldn’t suddenly be this kind. He recalled Jiang Shunde’s words about selling him off and felt a cold dread settle in his heart.
Gripping the doorframe tightly, Jiang Yun dared not meet Liu Guihua’s gaze, his breathing quickened with panic.
Growing impatient, Liu Guihua finished mixing the hot water, saw Jiang Yun still standing there dazed, and abruptly dragged him over, dunking him into the hot water.
The water was scalding—she hadn’t even bothered to test the temperature. The pain from being yanked and the burning water made Jiang Yun cry out. Having eaten so little, he was no match for the strong woman and even choked on the water.
“I’m sorry, I—I was wrong.” He didn’t know what he had done wrong, but over the years, submission was the only way to earn Liu Guihua’s mercy.
Ignoring his cries, Liu Guihua poured a ladle of water over his head and snapped, “Hurry up and wash! Don’t keep the honored guest waiting later!”
She slammed the door behind her. Outside, Jiang Mo peeked through the crack, watching secretly. When Liu Guihua came out and pulled Jiang Yun aside, he asked, “Is this alright?”
“What problem could there be? That little brat can’t change the heavens. When the noble guest arrives, they’ll tie him up and take him away. Not even the gods can save him then.”
Liu Guihua and Jiang Mo exchanged calculating, inscrutable smiles. The idea had come from Jiang Mo; short of silver and afraid to ask Jiang Shunde, he immediately turned his sights on Jiang Yun.
When dawn finally broke, a procession swaggered into the village gate. Leading was a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes, followed by servants and maids. The grand scene was quite a spectacle.
A servant respectfully led the way: “Master, the family is right here. A little further inside, about the time it takes to burn an incense stick.”
The honored master paused at the village entrance, his eyes full of disdain, furrowing his brows. “What kind of place is this? A remote mountain village is unworthy of my son.”
The servant smiled obsequiously: “But a fortune teller said it’s a perfect match. Surely it will suit our young master.”
“Fine, fine. It’s settled then, but I do pity my son.”
At that moment, Gu Chengwu returned from the county. Tall and slender, he gripped the saddle firmly, legs hugging the horse’s sides. His cold gaze swept over the group but barely lingered.
The honored master’s breath caught under that gaze. How could such a young man possess such a powerful, cutting aura?
Without looking further, he hurried his servants toward the village, preoccupied with his own affairs.
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Liu Guihua and Jiang Mo had been anxiously waiting. Seeing the guests arrive, Liu Guihua’s heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly pushed Jiang Mo back to her room and warned, “Don’t come out. If they set their eyes on you, this will be ruined.”
Jiang Mo was frightened and hid like a ghost, closing the door and windows tightly. He just pressed his ear against the window to listen. He mustn’t spoil his good fortune.
“Oh, Master Liu, you’ve had a long journey. Please sit and rest. Let me pour you some tea.” Liu Guihua served them, more like a servant than the real servants following the honored master.
The honored master glanced disdainfully at the courtyard and found the poor tea undrinkable. He waved his hand sharply. “Where’s the person? Bring them out for me to see.”
“They’re here, I’ll bring them out.” She hurried into the kitchen and sharply yanked Jiang Yun by the waist, warning, “I’m telling you, today’s visitors are nobility. If you offend them, I’ll beat you to death!”
At this point, how could he not guess who they were? Was Liu Guihua finally about to sell him?
“I—I won’t go. Mother, I’ll be good to you from now on. Please don’t sell me…” Even knowing begging was useless, Jiang Yun clung to that small hope. He had no other choice.
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