Chapter 1972

The woman wept, holding her child and kowtowing repeatedly: "Thank you, benefactor! Thank you, Young Master, for the grace of saving our lives!"

"..."

To this woman, it was a life-saving grace.

But to Gao Yang, it was just a casual act, not worth mentioning.

For the remaining dozens of miles, Gao Changwen didn't throw any more silver.

For no other reason than that his pockets were empty.

Everyone closed the carriage curtains and stopped looking at the scenery outside.

Just like that.

At dusk, the convoy arrived at Ping'an Manor.

The manor head was an old man with gray hair, a face full of furrows, and a slightly hunched back. He was a loyal servant of the Duke of Dingguo's residence from his early years, named Zhou Qiong, who now lived in retirement and managed the manor.

At this time, he had been waiting at the intersection for a long time with several other elderly stewards.

When Gao Yang's carriage arrived, he stepped forward to salute, "I am Zhou Qiong, the steward of Ping'an Manor, welcoming the Young Master, the Lady, and Young Master Changwen!"

Gao Yang stepped out of the carriage and looked up, seeing seventy or eighty tile-roofed houses scattered in an orderly fashion, smoke curling from chimneys, and an atmosphere of tranquility everywhere.

In the distance, the fields were golden, a scene of an impending harvest.

Gao Changwen rubbed his buttocks and complained, "Finally here. This journey was simply bone-shaking; my buttocks don't feel like they belong to me anymore."

Seeing this.

Steward Zhou hurriedly said, "Young Master, Second Young Master, you've had a hard journey. The rooms have been tidied up, and hot water and food are ready. Please follow me to rest first."

"Hmm!"

Gao Yang nodded.

The journey had been extremely bumpy, and coupled with the fact that he hadn't rested well last night, he was indeed a bit tired.

Led by Steward Zhou, Gao Yang and the others were soon led to a neat and spacious residence within the manor to settle down.

The autumn harvest was still a few days away.

Therefore, Gao Yang had to stay here for a few days.

That night.

Gao Yang slept alone.

For no other reason than that Shangguan Wan'er sensed something was wrong and stayed in the same room as Chu Qingluan.

Gao Yang had wanted to sneak in under the cover of darkness, but the door was locked tight.

That night, he didn't know if Shangguan Wan'er and Chu Qingluan slept, but he was tossing and turning all night.

The next day.

Early in the morning.

Gao Yang got up with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

Seeing that the harvest was still a few days away, Gao Changwen was truly bored and suggested going to the small river outside the manor to catch a few fish and roast them to relax.

"Catching fish is for the birds, not going, not going!"

Gao Yang refused flatly without a second thought.

He, the dignified number one poison strategist of Da Qian, going to catch fish? Isn't that a joke?

Shangguan Wan'er, however, was a bit tempted and blinked at Gao Yang, saying, "Gao Yang, I want to eat fish."

"Tonight..."

Gao Yang's tiger body shook, and he sprang up instantly.

Catch!

Catch the fish!

"Wan'er, you've found the right person. I, Gao Yang, don't like to brag, but my fish-catching and roasting techniques are the best in the world!"

Gao Yang waved his hand, full of confidence.

By the river, Gao Yang was covered in sweat.

It really wasn't that his technique was poor, but that there were too few fish in the river. Even with his heaven-defying skills, there were no fish to spear!

He even had the urge to drain the water!

Together with Chen Sheng, Wu Guang, and a group of guards, they worked for an hour before spearing a dozen river fish of various sizes.

Gao Changwen helped clumsily from the residence, picking thick, durable branches, and soon brought back a large bundle.

Chu Qingluan and Shangguan Wan'er were washing the wild vegetables they had just picked in the shallow water by the bank, laughing and chatting.

The campfire was soon lit, the flames dancing.

Gao Yang skillfully skewered the fish on thick branches and roasted them over the roaring fire.

In an instant, grease dripped into the fire, making a pleasant "sizzling" sound, and the enticing charred aroma mixed with the fresh sweetness of the fish meat quickly permeated the air.

Gao Changwen took a sniff and hurriedly flattered him, "Fragrant!"

"Too fragrant! This taste is amazing!"

Gao Yang glanced at him sideways and said irritably: "Are you perhaps an 'Evil Gardenia'?"

"Evil Gardenia, what is that?"

Gao Changwen was confused.

Chu Qingluan and Shangguan Wan'er also cast curious glances.

Just then.

An old farmer, carrying a small bundle of thin firewood and wearing a tattered, patched shirt, walked past the small path by the river.

Seeing the fire and the fat fish roasted golden and fragrant, his cloudy old eyes first flashed with a hint of envy.

But the next second, his gaze was fixed in disbelief on the thick, sturdy, high-quality hardwood branches that Gao Yang was using to hold the fish, which were now burning in the raging fire!

His face, covered in wind and frost and crisscrossed with furrows, instantly lost all expression, leaving only a kind of extremely shocking sorrow!

That look was as if he had seen the most incredible and heartbreaking waste in the world! ===== CHAPTER 1974 =====