Chapter 15 Insult

"Brother Wei, I have searched up and down the whole Wanjian Villa, but there is still no news of A San. The flying pigeon sent a letter home, and no one in the family knows his whereabouts. Is it possible that he escaped down the mountain?" Zhou Botao said to Wei Changping with a gloomy face.

Wei Changping is the oldest of the three and the deepest-hearted one in the city. It is always difficult to see his true thoughts from his face, which may be related to his growing environment. After all, the children of the royal family have been exposed to these intrigues for fame and profit since childhood. Hearing Zhou Botao's words, Wei Changping said, "I sent my slaves to monitor the boy. It didn't seem to be any different. After brushing the toilet, I went back to the room to lie alone and didn't contact anyone."

"This is strange..." Zhou Botao frowned and said, "Although A San is not my slave, he has never dared to make mistakes. Why did he disappear for no reason this time? I always think it's weird here..."

"Brother Zhou, what valuables are missing around you?" Wei Changping asked.

Zhou Botao shook his head: "No, except one... I didn't bring anything else up the mountain except a family motto." He spoke quite flickeringly, which showed that there was something he wanted to hide from Wei Changping.

"Well, I'll send someone to trace A San's whereabouts 300 miles nearby. You go home and let your family look for him near your home. The slave has only disappeared for a day. His cultivation is not high, and he doesn't want to run too far. If he finds it, he will naturally be severely punished, otherwise he won't mess with Ganglun in the future? If we can't find him... I'm afraid he's really bad luck, then we really need to beware of that stinky boy!" Wei Changping thought for a moment and said, he had already seen Zhou Botao's little tricks, but he did not disdain to pursue anything. What treasures can a rich and noble family have?

"Thank you so much, Brother Wei!" Zhou Botao bowed.

At the same time, Jiang Hanye is lying quietly on his **, allowing the sunset outside the window to gradually disappear. He knew that there was someone outside. He had lied on the crack of the door and looked out. Through the crack of the door, he saw two people dressed up in the front porch of Wei Changping's door. So he knew that it must be the two people who had arranged to monitor him.

"Their slaves are alive and dead. With Zhou Botao's personality, they will not give up. I have to be careful." Jiang Hanye thought secretly.

Because there are two pairs of eyes outside, Jiang Hanye does not dare to practice Longevity Fist in this room. In case Wei and Tuesday know about it, I'm afraid there will be more trouble, so he can only lie bored and survive the current pass first.

It's easiest to fall asleep when lying bored, and Jiang Hanye doesn't know when he will close his eyes and fall asleep. At this time, he did not sleep soundly. He always felt that someone was muttering something in his ear, and then had another nightmare. In the dream, he floated like a ghost and came to an inexplicable mountain village, but there was a large ancestral temple in the village. The ancestral hall was full of blood, and many people fell into a pool of blood. Don't move.

"Where is this place?" Jiang Hanye was scared and couldn't help retreating, but he found that his feet seemed to have taken root and couldn't move. Just as he was struggling, suddenly a firelight ignited in the village, and there were many children crying in the firelight. When Jiang Hanye was anxiously worried about the safety and death of the child in the fire, a tall figure suddenly came out of the firelight.

Jiang Hanye was stunned and was about to speak, but he wanted to try to see if he could talk to him attentively, so he secretly thought in his heart, "It's you again?"

"What if it's me, if it's not me?"

"Isn't it me?" The man sneered, "They have bullied you to this point. Do you still plan to continue to be patient?"

Jiang Hanye thought silently, "Otherwise, what else can we do?" They were born in a rich family and have already laid the foundation before entering the division, and I can't beat them... Besides, I can beat them. If this matter is known by the teachers, they will definitely severely punish me and drive me back and return them. If they kill me, how can I be right to my parents who have raised me for 11 years? Now that I live like this, I still have a chance to get ahead..."

"I didn't expect you to be very worried at a young age..." The man was silent for a moment and then sneered, "Anyway, I said my own opinion. You can do it if you want to do it. If you don't want to do it, there's nothing you can do. Let's see, this is just the beginning..."

Jiang Hanye silently packed up the bed and took all the bedding to wash. When he finished these jobs easily, the sky was already bright. When he returned to Yueweiyuan to dry with the washed bedding, he met Brother Jiu. The fat-headed and big-eared man only appeared once in a few days, but every appearance was not a good thing for Jiang Hanye.

"What, laundry? By the way, wash mine as well. Brother Jiu said, "Also, go and brush the toilet!"

"Yes." Jiang Hanye answered calmly.

At this moment, the sky is already slightly bright. He knows that the morning class of Wuxingtang must have begun. At this moment, Jiang Hanye wants to do morning lessons like other brothers, but unfortunately, the work piled up in front of him is heavier than a hill.

"I must go to the canteen today!" Jiang Hanye touched his cooing belly, but he was also a little surprised to find that since he ate Xiaohei's huge mountain egg, he had not been hungry for a whole day, but the generous Jiang Hanye did not think too much about this. He just thought that what happened yesterday made him forget that there was still It's about eating.

Jiang Hanye finished drying the bedding and saw the two slaves sneaking in from the door yesterday. They still moved two chairs and sat in front of their master's door, talking and laughing loudly. At the same time, they glanced at him, with endless ridicule in their eyes. Jiang Hanye ignored them. What's there to pay attention to the two poor people?

"Although I don't know the path of the canteen, I will definitely find the canteen with other brothers." Jiang Hanye thought about it and came to the mountain road outside the door, waiting for the brothers who rushed to breakfast next morning.

"Oh, you finally learned to be smart. What did you do earlier? I've been so stupid and hungry for two days, if you starve me to death..." The voice sounded in his ear again.

Now Jiang Hanye is not surprised by the sound. It may be a real sound, or just his hallucination. In short, Jiang Hanye has no time to pay attention to the ridicule of the sound. He is hungry.

Finally, when the morning class was over, Jiang Hanye followed the strange men and women to the canteen along the flat crossroad. Jiang Hanye wrote down this road as he walked, and secretly decided in his heart that he must eat more today, because the mountains of work after breakfast cost him a lot of physical strength.

The canteen is very large, that is, a separate two-entry courtyard, and the three characters of Wugu Hall are written on the plaque in front of the yard. The front yard of Wugutang is a restaurant that can accommodate thousands of people to eat together, and the backyard is a kitchen firewood house. In the middle of the restaurant, there are three huge square tables side by side. There is a round stool at every distance. Many people who arrive early have prepared their meals and sit down to eat.

On the left side of the door is a wooden barrel with clean bowls and chopsticks in the bucket. Jiang Hanye stretched out his hand to take a pair of bowls and chopsticks like others, and then queued up to the place for dinner. I don't know what kind of food the master of this canteen cooks. In short, Jiang Hanye was intoxicated by a refreshing fragrance as soon as he entered the canteen. He has never smelled such a beautiful aroma.

Wanjian Villa is not short of money and has never been stingy with its disciples. All those who can enter the villa to become disciples, whether by their own clan or foreign surnames, will receive the same treatment, from eating and drinking to wearing. Jiang Hanye held a bowl of chopsticks, a large bowl of chicken porridge, three large steamed buns, a plate of pickles soaked in chili oil, and happily found a seat to sit down to start eating.

"This is just a steamed bun. Why is it so fragrant?" Jiang Hanye took a bite of the steamed bun, and the soup suddenly splashed out, which was extremely refreshing.

"Yo, who is this? How can you find the canteen by yourself, hahaha!" Just as Jiang Hanye was enjoying his first meal at Wanjian Villa with satisfaction, suddenly a voice that annoated him sounded. He turned his head and saw a group of teenagers with different heights standing at the door not far behind him. Among them was Zhou Botao, who spoke, while Wei Changping still looked at him coldly.

Jiang Hanye turned his back to the door. After looking at the group of teenagers, he turned his head to eat. There were many people here, and he didn't want to make more trouble here.

"A coward!" Another teenager said, and his words were full of sarcasm.

Jiang Hanye, a teenager standing with Zhou Botao and Wei Changping, also met him, who was a disciple of his family surnamed Ji. Due to the smoothness of Zhou Botao and Wei Changping, they have already had a good relationship with these disciples.

"Is this the fool you mentioned?" Another teenager looked at Jiang Hanye with a smile and asked.

"Exact." Zhou Botao nodded and said, "People say that fools are kind, but this fool is not only not kind, but also very bad, so the ninth brother punished him for helping everyone brush the toilet..."

"So that's it, hahahaha!" Others laughed.

Zhou Botao's voice was loud enough to be heard by hundreds of people near him. This made Jiang Hanye's face suddenly turn red. He bit the steamed bun one by one by one and forced his anger. Obviously, they are bullying themselves and looking down on themselves, but they can still fight back, while others are unclear. It is the first time in the world that Yan Liangjiang Hanye has felt it.