The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

The deity remained silent, yet gained the upper hand. Jiang Zhiyang gave up the only stool on the donkey cart and sat on the pile of rice straw, holding the donkey rope in his hand, occasionally glancing back timidly.

Looking at this young lady, with her fair skin, beautiful features, and gorgeous clothes, although she is not good with words, she has a graceful demeanor. She must be a young lady from a wealthy family. Jiang Zhiyang tapped his head and sighed, as if he had hurriedly caused a lot of trouble again.

The little donkey walked slowly. Jiang Zhiyang tugged on the donkey rope, and the little donkey simply shook its head in dissatisfaction and refused to move.

"Oh dear, cocklebur, are you throwing a tantrum?" Jiang Zhiyang fumbled around at his waist, pulled out half a carrot, stuffed it into the little donkey's mouth, and patted its head soothingly before it slowly started walking again.

How pathetic! That day, he smashed an apple in front of the gods, speaking out for the weak and advocating for the good. His words were grand and impressive, but in this reincarnation, he can only manage to produce half a carrot through deception and fraud. The gods scoffed at him.

"That person isn't your grandma, is she?"

The car's headlights swayed, casting hazy shadows on the muddy, sandy road. Her casual remark broke the silence of the journey.

"Uh..." Jiang Zhiyang stammered, caught off guard. He turned around and met her eyes. "It's a long story, and a bit hard to explain."

His eyes, hidden in the darkness and bathed in a dim yellow light, appeared incredibly sincere—that much hadn't changed.

When they first met in the sea of ​​flowers, he bent down and winked at a flower. The moment he looked up, the starlight in his eyes made her feel incredibly close to him.

The deity withdrew his gaze, but after one more look, his anger seemed to have subsided. Well, actually, he wasn't really angry, but having always been respected, having his pride trampled on made him feel a little ashamed and annoyed.

"Do you want me to forgive you?"

"Of course!" Jiang Zhiyang was a little excited, like a cat that had just received a dried fish, leaning closer and closer.

"Then imitate a dog's bark for me."

"That's hard to say." He turned around, facing the dim woods, and woofed.

"Is that enough? Still not enough?" He raised another hand, shaking his head like a puppy, "Woof woof woof, woof woof!"

"Alright, alright." The deity covered his mouth, but a smile still lingered at the corner of his lips. It seemed that picking up the object was unnecessary, yet putting it down was irresistible. Oh well, he was just a human being.

The road was constantly bumpy, and the little donkey, which had been rubbing against half a carrot the whole way, had now burned out.

Jiang Zhiyang jumped off the donkey cart, casually patted his backside with both hands, and took a few steps back as soon as he left. He had never been a servant in a wealthy family, but he had seen it from afar: when those noble young ladies got off their carts, a servant would bring out a stool and help them up carefully, one step at a time.

Thinking of this, he half-squatted down, patted the fabric on his thighs, stirring up a cloud of dust. He shook his head in disgust, thinking that his tattered trousers were even dirtier than the young lady's shoe soles.

He straightened his cuffs again, using his blue sleeves to cover the abrasions on his forearms, and then raised his hand to help.

The deity immediately understood. In truth, there was no need to step on the short donkey cart, but remembering his arrogance in his previous life, why not step on him?

The deity stepped on Jiang Zhiyang's thigh, deliberately grinding it for a moment before slowly lowering his foot.

She did it, but felt a little guilty afterward, as if all her petty schemes had been exposed. Without lingering, she turned her back and walked forward, leaving Jiang Zhiyang frozen in place.

So soft. It was the first time he had felt a girl's hand. It was so small and soft. Even through a layer of clothing, he could feel her delicate hands, so soft and supple. When her foot stepped on his thigh, she pressed her whole body against him, yet she was still so light and airy.

The light skirt brushed against his cheek, and he unconsciously held his breath. Even the wind that passed by was filled with a faint, sweet fragrance.

"lead the way!"

"Oh...oh oh, I'm tying up the donkey, I'm coming right now." A moment of contact and he's already having all sorts of fantasies, he's really not a human being. Jiang Zhiyang secretly slapped himself, but the skin under his collar was already secretly red.

"Joy, Goodness, Hall".

The three large characters on the plaque are vigorous and powerful, as if they were written by a master, but the wood behind the characters has long been rotten. Unexpectedly, by chance, we came to the right place.

"Yes, it's Leshan Hall. I shouldn't have brought my wife to such a place, it's defiled her, but today is really... Tomorrow I'll have Aunt Dong send you back, so as not to tarnish your wife's purity..." His voice grew softer and softer, and he spoke so fast that the deity couldn't hear him clearly, only hearing the sound of a chick pecking at rice.

She wanted to argue, but the dilapidated door creaked open, and a dozen or so hungry puppies pounced on them from behind it—no, not puppies, but children…

The deity was startled and took three or four steps back, but fortunately Jiang Zhiyang reacted quickly and stepped forward to embrace the children's enthusiasm.

"Brother Zhiyang, is this older sister the one you took a liking to today... your sister-in-law?" The sharp-eyed girl asked coldly, which provoked a chorus of shouts.

"Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law!" A dozen or so children, a dozen or so little mouths, and a dozen or so little megaphones responded to the call.

"Nonsense! Don't talk nonsense, this is a benefactor, a benefactor!" Jiang Zhiyang kept calling him a benefactor, but his cheeks were still flushed.

The deity stood among the children, accepting their overwhelming enthusiasm. He didn't dislike it, but he wasn't good at it. After all, he could handle one Ah Liu, but he couldn't handle ten Ah Lius.

"Zhiyang, you're back! Come and eat first." A cheerful greeting came from the inner room. It was a woman with a kind face, dressed neatly and smartly, with distinctive hair ornaments and clothes. However, they were all old styles from many years ago, probably thirty or forty years ago, when even the deity had secretly worn them.

"Aunt Dong," Jiang Zhiyang responded eagerly, and the group of children, like a wave, were swept away to other places.

"And who is this?" The young man behind Aunt Dong asked first. He was a little taller than Jiang Zhiyang and more robust. There was a warm tide in his eyes. He was confident, frank, and enthusiastic. He was dressed neatly and had an extraordinary demeanor. As he walked towards us, he brought with him a faint scent of medicine.

The young man stared intently at the girl in front of him, revealing his true nature without any attempt to hide it from others.

Seeing his menacing approach, Jiang Zhiyang took a few steps to block the deity's path and said anxiously, "I have caused trouble for a noble person in Rongcheng today, and have no choice but to ask for lodging."

"My name is Jiang Shuo, nice to meet you!" Jiang Zhiyang's slender frame couldn't hide Jiang Shuo at all. He leaned forward with his broad shoulders, completely resting on Jiang Zhiyang. Jiang Shuo turned his head away, revealing his charming eyes again.

The deity, mimicking the manner of a mortal woman, performed a greeting. From Jiang Zhiyang's high vantage point, it looked incredibly adorable, like a proud little cat retracting its claws and displaying its friendliness to its other cat friends.

Jiang Zhiyang shoved Jiang Shuo away, then urged Aunt Dong to get busy, while he took the deity to the kitchen for a meal.

A small square table, its surface worn and dented, marked with scratches clearly the work of children, held only two steamed buns and a bowl of pickled vegetables.

"The conditions are not good, we only have steamed buns to fill our stomachs. Please don't mind, young lady. There will be good wine and meat when we get home tomorrow." Jiang Zhiyang reached out his hand, wanting to hand over the steamed buns himself, but when he saw his hands, which were full of scratches and stained with paint that could not be washed off, he hesitated for a second and then timidly withdrew them.

"Eat, eat, eat." At his call, the deity picked up a steamed bun. She must have been really hungry, because she found the bun quite delicious. It was soft and fluffy, and steam rose up as soon as she touched it. After chewing it a couple of times, a faint sweetness spread between her lips and teeth.