A lazy bum transmigrates and marries a eunuch – it's awesome!

Chapter 171 Countdown to Meeting

Yan Fei was assigned to the tent furthest away from Xiao Yuan at the very edge, with guards patrolling the area outside, keeping a tight watch on him.

Xiao Douzi, unusually, tried to make amends for Xiao Yuan, saying that the Grand Eunuch was worried about the Madam's safety. Yan Fei, being sensible, slipped him a piece of silver.

He knew the custom that a wife should reward her husband's most trusted servants.

Little Bean didn't refuse and thanked the reward with a smile.

It seems that this third leader didn't live a wealthy life after the Ruyi Sect was destroyed. He's really embarrassed to show off only ten taels of silver.

When Xiao Douzi returned to report, Xiao Yuan was drawing on a piece of paper.

Looking at the paper doll with the eerie smile on the drawing paper, I couldn't help but twitch my lips.

Their chief supervisor was a man of both literary and military talent, but he was completely ignorant of the arts.

He could break the strings of a zither with a single pluck, and summon wolves with a single whistle on a flute. He studied painting to paint a portrait of his wife, but now he can barely manage to paint a woman.

The lines and color scheme just look weird no matter how you look at it.

Little Bean chimed in, saying that it's indeed difficult to draw something realistically if you just imagine it out of thin air.

Great painters all have models. Even if his wife isn't around, he still has Yanfei to paint. He should improve even more by copying her paintings.

Xiao Yuan thought about it and realized it made sense.

He wasn't sleepy anyway, so he simply had someone call Yan Fei, who was about to go to sleep, over again.

When Yan Fei was dressed as a woman, he deliberately bound his feet and had to learn to walk gracefully like a woman. The long distance made his feet ache.

That wasn't the worst part; what was truly unbearable was the discomfort caused by that large bowl of deer blood soup.

Something always gets in his way when he tries to walk like a woman with his legs tucked together.

Yan Fei thought Xiao Yuan had changed his mind, and his physical discomfort turned into hatred as he secretly thought about how to torture Xiao Yuan after he was knocked down.

I'm not gay, but there aren't any decent women around here either. Using a dead eunuch as a sacrifice for the gun isn't out of the question.

When they arrived, they found out that they were actually asked to draw his portrait.

No, he called his wife to his tent in the middle of the night to paint her portrait?

Are you fucking crazy?

Unfortunately, she is now playing the role of a gentle, obedient, and devoted wife who puts her husband first, and can only suppress her dissatisfaction.

Sure enough, eunuchs' wives had all the duties except for the normal duty of giving birth.

With a model in hand, Supervisor Xiao's inspiration truly exploded, and he drew three... paper-mache beauties in a row.

Based on the principle that one shouldn't be the only one disgusted, Xiaodouzi specially showed the painting to Yanfei, saying that he wanted the lady to appreciate the master's masterpiece.

Yan Fei almost lost control of his expression; unable to offer any praise, he could only smile.

As a master of disguise, Yan Fei's paintings are quite impressive.

He dared to say that even if he held a pen with his foot, his drawing would be better than Xiao Yuan's.

Is this a drawing of a person?

Two big eyes, a bulbous nose, and a tiny mouth the size of a fingernail; the bamboo in the background is drawn like a mourning staff, making it look very eerie.

The key point is that this thing was actually drawn based on him, oh no, it was drawn based on Jiang Xinyu.

He really wanted to grab Xiao Yuan by the collar and ask, "If your wife really looked like that, would you still marry her?"

How blind and clumsy must someone be to draw such a beautiful woman like this?

Even if Jiang Xinyu were buried for three days and then dug out, she would look better than this.

Xiao Yuan knew that his drawing didn't look right, so he frowned and tried hard to recall the key points the painter had taught him before unfolding the drawing paper again.

His current state is that his brain says he understands, his eyes say it's easy, but the hand holding the pen says, "You two are talking nonsense."

If it were really his wife as a model, Xiao Yuan would be reluctant to let her go; it would be too much suffering for her to remain motionless like this.

But he didn't care at all about Ping Ti. He drew seven or eight pictures in a row, and even when Xiao Douzi got sleepy and advised him to rest, he finally put Yan Fei back.

By this time, Yan Fei had been standing for more than an hour and all three of his legs were straight.

After being refused shelter again, he could only walk back to his tent one more incense stick's time, feeling resentful.

I was planning to cause some trouble tonight, but I don't need to this time. I'll just focus on my own things first. Those who know, know.

Yan Fei has always been very patient, and he was not discouraged even though he had a bad start on the first day.

After getting up early to touch up her makeup with his little tools, she walked through half the camp to Xiao Yuan's place to make her presence known.

Ugh, my legs are a little weak.

Unfortunately, Xiao Yuan didn't have time to pay attention to him. The main force couldn't stay in the small village; they were about to set off as soon as he arrived.

Fortunately, the carriage he was in was still there; if he had been forced to get out and walk, he probably would have immediately abandoned the carriage and run away.

Xiao Yuan didn't want Yan Fei to wander around with the Madam's face on his person, so he specially asked Xiao Douzi to bring him a piece of cloth to cover his face.

Yan Fei took the cloth without hesitation; he understood the eunuch's possessiveness!

Little Bean could tell from his cooperation that this guy must have been making things up again, but it didn't matter.

He instructed someone to keep an eye on the lady and prevent her from wandering off, then returned to the supervisor's side to continue his work.

Although Xiao Yuan had a quirky sense of humor, he knew what was important and that finishing the disaster relief work sooner would allow him to reunite with his wife sooner.

These fake figurines are just for fun when you're bored; you can't neglect your important business.

Yan Fei watched from afar as Xiao Yuan directed the distribution of food and medicine, and secretly sneered.

The difference between Buddha and demon is just a thought away.

Who would have thought that Xiao Yanwang, who was so perverted as to torture his wife, would also have a moment of kindness?

He had seen some officials do disaster relief before, and they were considered to have some conscience if they could leave a bowl of thin porridge for the disaster victims, let alone go to the front line.

Could it be that this damned eunuch has killed too many people and is feeling guilty, so he's trying to accumulate good karma through this method?

Yan Fei touched the medicine hidden in his sleeve and smiled sinisterly.

Once he gets a chance to smuggle some contraband into those disaster relief supplies, even if Xiao Yuan manages to escape from his clutches, he won't have an easy time.

Even if the old emperor cherished his useful dog, he still had to kill him to appease public anger.

Just as Yan Fei was plotting his wicked scheme, Jiang Xinyu met He Bi and learned that there were counterfeit goods before her.

When they set up camp again at dusk, Jiang Xinyu had already passed the village where they had camped and was heading this way.

Xiao Yuan's disaster relief method was to have a large army carrying enough food, medicine, and doctors to stay along the way.

At each relatively centrally located village or town, a portion of the team would donate people and supplies for disaster relief, while the rest of the team would continue upstream along the Yellow River.

The number of soldiers to be stationed depends on the number of disaster victims in the surrounding area. At least one to three doctors and twenty to fifty soldiers are usually stationed there.

The Eastern Depot usually kept only two or three agents as leaders. These agents were highly loyal to Xiao Yuan and could also serve as supervisors.

You can look down on the character of the eunuchs from the Eastern Depot, but you can't look down on their income.

Frankly speaking, the soldiers guarding the grain might resell the relief grain for a few taels of silver, but the agents of the Eastern Depot certainly wouldn't.

Those who have been confiscating property for a long time would never care about such a small amount of grain. They would be afraid of being ridiculed by their peers if they were to take a few pounds of relief grain.

Jiang Xinyu had nothing to prove her identity, but Xiao Yuan's bodyguards all had waist tokens.

When they arrived at the porridge distribution point, the moment they flashed their badges, the leading guard immediately knew they were one of their own.

Upon hearing that the woman in front of him was the real lady, he broke out in a cold sweat.

After hearing the story about how the governor and that fake wife were so affectionate yesterday, feeding each other, Jiang Xinyu snapped her horsewhip in two.

The four guards exchanged glances and lit candles for their master.

Others may not know, but they do know that the former supervisor's fear of his wife was entirely out of affection.

Later on, he was still favored, but their chief eunuch might not be able to beat his wife now.

Jiang Xinyu was angry not because Xiao Yuan was being ambiguous with others, but because he was reckless and didn't know what was good for him.

She knew that Xiao Yuan could never mistake her for someone else; he was just teasing Yan Fei by not exposing her.

After all, Yan Fei was using her face, and her own husband could be quite wicked at times.

But he didn't even look at what time it was.

People who drown are usually good swimmers; even boats that have sailed across major rivers can capsize in small streams.

The disaster area was already fraught with danger, and he still left a time bomb by his side. Did he think he was living too comfortably?

All her efforts to travel thousands of miles to care for him were in vain; this guy actually got himself a poisonous figurine to amuse himself.

Okay, okay, let’s play like this, right?

Grandma will come over and have a good time with you!