Lord of the Desert

Chapter 1 Food Delivery
In the northwest of Dahua, there are four hundred miles of barren sand and vast sea, mixed with the clouds smudged by the sun into a piece of gold.

To the southeast of the sand sea, a fortified city surrounded by walls stands at the junction of gold and green, like a silent armored warrior.

On the north side of the city, there is a plaque hanging above the North City Gate, with three big characters in official script.

Jinhai City.

Today is the beginning of March, and other states and counties in Dahua have already bathed in the spring.

Only this bad land in the northwest frontier, where the south wind is far away, always arrives late.

In the southwest of the city is the residence of the Hong family.

The Hong Mansion occupies a vast area, and it is a first-class high-ranking family in Jinhai City.

But among the high gates, there are also peng households.

In the corner of Hong Mansion, in the huddled dilapidated courtyard, the green leaves and bonuses have just been sent to the branches.

This is an independent courtyard with only one entrance and a total of two and a half bungalows. The building is old and the walls are mottled. Only the ground is cleaned exceptionally neatly.

At this time, in the main house facing the courtyard door, a young man got out of bed with some difficulty, and paced back and forth slowly.

He was dressed in plain cloth, with slender limbs, about 1.7 meters tall, and his body was thin to the point of weakness.

"Hiss, the internal injuries are not healed yet, but I can finally move around."

The young man whispered to himself, walked back and forth a few times in the square inch, and finally helped a table, and then slowly stood still.

His name is Hong Fan.

The body is a person in this world, but the soul is a foreigner.

In his previous life, he was an aero-engine engineer at the research institute. He was in his early thirties and had just taken up a management position.

Then, a sudden car accident sends him away.

Fortunately, the time travel for unknown reasons allowed him to occupy the magpie's nest and continue his life.

Unfortunately, the material civilization of this world is obviously hundreds of years behind the previous life.

For what?

"From the day I opened my eyes, I have been lying in bed for ten days."

Hong Fan clenched his fingers into a fist and crushed the wooden table with the peak of his fist.

The fist peaks of this body were worn flat, similar to his previous life.

"This earth seems to be irreversible..."

He sighed softly, the clenched fist finally opened slowly.

A few days ago, Hong Fan was still seriously injured, and it was still difficult to be sure of the fact of time travel in a daze.

But now, the facts are solid, all he can do is digest all kinds of emotions and accept them completely.

Hong Fan supported the table with both hands, and sat down slowly on the stool.

"call……"

The soreness caused by muscle exertion and the virtual fire in his chest made him unable to hold back a deep breath.

In his mind, the memory fragments of the original owner of the body reappeared.

Young people with stubborn personalities and martial arts madness are often bullied in the ethnology sparring, but they have to overdraw their training after being injured, and finally die suddenly due to the accumulation of injuries and insufficient benefits.

"17 years old, in my previous life I was a sophomore in high school."

Hong Fan shook his head and sighed, shaking his body slightly, as if relaxing after drinking.

Perhaps the fusion of the soul wearer had too much impact, he did not inherit the complete memory of the original owner, but mostly trivial intentions and emotions.

While the young man was sorting out his memories, voices suddenly sounded in the yard.

"Sister-in-law of the Jiang family, here, why is there no meat today? My young master's injury is still not healed..."

It was a woman who spoke, her voice was gentle and somewhat restrained.

[This is Aunt Liu's voice. 】

Hong Fan thought to himself.

This Aunt Liu was her mother's maid, who was slightly younger than her deceased mother.

Over the years, Hong Fan was able to grow up, thanks to Aunt Liu's care.

At this time, there was another voice replying.

"The piece of brocade you gave couldn't be exchanged for much. It's enough meat for seven days!"

It should be an elderly woman who answered, her voice was particularly loud, as if she was afraid that no third person would listen.

"But, sister-in-law of the Jiang family, my young master can't even get out of bed, how can he do it on a diet of vegetarian food..."

As Aunt Liu spoke, there was pleading in her voice.

But the other party was unmoved.

"It's good to be a vegetarian. My wife is a vegetarian every month! Besides, Brother Fan has been eating this way for more than two years. What can I do?"

The sister-in-law of the Jiang family replied impatiently.

Aunt Liu wanted to say more, but heard a sound coming from the room.

With a creak, the wooden door was pulled open.

The two followed the sound, but it was Hong Fan who stepped out of the door with some difficulty.

"Aunt Liu."

The young man cast his eyes and called out, which was regarded as a greeting.

Aunt Liu immediately became worried.

One is that the young master is still ill, how can he get out of bed.

The second is that the young master has never been willing to negotiate face-to-face with servants like Jiang's wife in the past.

But as soon as the two of them met, Aunt Liu found that the young master's eyes were extraordinarily clear, and the extreme hostility had completely disappeared.

Seeing the young man's calm eyes and calm face, she somehow calmed down.

On the other hand, the mother-in-law of the Jiang family was shocked.

In her eyes, this Hong Fan was thin and weak, so weak that he didn't look like a martial artist.

But that paleness with a sick look, and a completely different temperament from the past, made him even more handsome than before.

Even though the mother-in-law of the Jiang family has always looked down on this "Mr. Fan", she has to admit from the bottom of her heart that she has never seen such a handsome brother.

【In the end, he inherited the beauty of that foxy son, but unfortunately he developed a bad temper. 】

The Jiang family's mother-in-law thought in her heart.

"Master, it's cold outside, why are you up?"

Aunt Liu hurried up to help.

Hong Fan carefully looked at this middle-aged woman with her curly hair and weathered face, and naturally felt a sense of intimacy.

"Auntie, I'm fine."

He replied, noticing that the most precious brocade kerchief on her head was missing, he understood the situation in his heart.

Hong Fan raised his head and glanced at several plates of food on the stone table in the courtyard, as well as Jiang's wife standing beside the table.

There was an instinctive disgust in his heart.

Two bowls of rice add up to three taels, and the dishes are vegetarian dishes without much oil and water, and there is no meat or fishy smell at all.

In fragmentary memory, it has basically been configured like this for more than two years.

It might be hard for outsiders to imagine that the Hong family's young master's food and beverages are so barren.

"That's all? What about the rest?"

Hong Fan stood on the doorstep and asked condescendingly.

The Jiang family woman frowned when she heard the words, and replied: "Where is there anything left? Brother Fan, the old woman is just a passer-by. I will take whatever the kitchen gives me."

Hong Fan shook his head and said: "The rules of the Hong family say that students who enter the family study have four dishes for a meal, two meat and two vegetables. There are only two vegetables here, what about the rest?"

Although his voice was weak when he spoke, it was clear and steady, as stern as Panasonic wearing the wind.

I don't know if it's because of her looks or her demeanor, but the mother-in-law of the Jiang family stifles for no reason, and her eloquent tongue, which is the best servant, can't speak.

Aunt Liu was also surprised.

As we all know, Hong Fan has a dull temper and rarely speaks. He has never spoken so grandly and directly.

Everyone in the clan said that his sternness and viciousness outweighed his handsomeness.

But from today's perspective, this serious illness has worn down Fan Ge'er in a completely different way.

However, the mother-in-law of the Jiang family quickly adapted.

A concubine who is unkind and jealous, even if he is the master in name, how can he have prestige?

"Rules are rules, but it depends on whether they are actually implemented."

Jiang's mother-in-law sarcastically said.

"It's been more than two years. The Hong family rules that Fan Geer just mentioned were not written today, right?"

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