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"Enough nonsense! A gold medal is made of gold, not silver! If it were silver, it would just be a silver medal!"
Wang Jiefang chuckled at the discussions among the people in the courtyard. They weren't wrong; although the people of the Foot Basin Chicken country were despicable, they did use quality materials for their gold medals, unlike some later countries that made medals out of iron and merely coated them with a thin layer of gold. This gold medal was entirely made of pure gold!
After dealing with the neighbors, Wang Jiefang returned home and noticed that his wife and grandmother were looking at him with expressions that suggested they had something to say but hesitated. Their faces were etched with worry.
"Grandma, Wife, is something wrong?"
Seeing their expressions filled him with a sense of foreboding, and he anxiously asked.
"Jiefang, it's your master's family that has encountered trouble!" His grandmother knew she couldn't hide this from her grandson. Concerned for him, she revealed the situation.
Hearing that something had happened to his master made Wang Jiefang even more anxious. "Grandma, what happened to my master? Please tell me!"
His grandmother saw his distress and quickly tried to calm him down. "Jiefang, don't worry. Your master is fine; he just suffered a bit. He's at home with your mistress now."
Relieved to hear that his master was not in danger, Wang Jiefang felt a bit of weight lift off his shoulders but continued to press his grandmother for details. "Grandma, what exactly happened?"
"What else could it be? It's your seventh senior brother, that ungrateful wretch!"
She sighed heavily. "I don't know what's wrong with this world; just a few days of good fortune have turned sour again. Your seventh senior brother reported your master, and now those lunatics have set their sights on him!"
Wang Jiefang frowned at this news. Back in April of this year, trouble had already begun brewing in the capital. On the streets of Kyoto, there were often groups shouting slogans and causing chaos.
These young people, fueled by their youthful fervor, acted recklessly. Many strict teachers had already fallen victim to their schemes, leading to families being torn apart.
With all this turmoil, schools were essentially shut down!
He never imagined that within just a few months, those around him would suffer such calamity.
"Grandma, I need to go see my master!"
Even though he learned from his grandmother that his master's life was not in danger, Wang Jiefang still felt uneasy and turned to leave his home immediately.
With a heart full of anxiety, he slowly approached his master's house. As he looked up, his heart sank at the sight before him: the once sturdy door of his master's house lay shattered on the ground, surrounded by splintered wood and broken bricks. An ominous feeling washed over him, but he steeled himself and took a deep breath before stepping into the yard.
This was a place he knew well; he moved through the courtyard with ease and headed straight for his master's room. However, as he stepped inside the house, another wave of pain hit him. The furniture was almost entirely gone, leaving only a few lonely stools with missing legs standing there. It was clear that these belongings had been violently destroyed.
Though anger burned within him, Wang Jiefang couldn't afford to dwell on it now. Without hesitation, he turned and hurried toward his master's bedroom.
When he finally reached the bedroom door and peered through the half-open door, he saw his mistress sitting by the bed, completely focused on feeding medicine to his master. Perhaps due to her intense concentration on caring for him, neither she nor his master noticed Wang Jiefang quietly standing behind them.
Recalling the last time he saw his mistress—though she was nearing sixty—she appeared youthful due to her carefree life with his master and her well-maintained appearance. Thanks to his master's tender care and her own good self-care habits, she looked as if she were not even fifty years old.
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