Gu Chengrui was purposely sleeping lightly. When he heard the commotion, he immediately woke up and lit the oil lamp on the bedside table. He looked at the unlucky man and said, "Brother, you're awake."
"Who are you? Where is this place?" The unlucky guy asked warily.
"This is my house, and I found you by the river the night before. Who are you?" Gu Chengrui asked. "Yesterday afternoon, someone came over to search the village for bandits."
"Bandits, huh." The unlucky guy's eyes flickered after hearing this, and then he sneered. He thought, "Like master, like servant, distorting the truth as always."
Gu Chengrui looked at his disdainful expression and knew that this person was most likely the owner of that batch of grains.
"You haven't eaten anything for a day and a night. I'll go get you something to eat first."
"That, um, can I use the toilet for a moment?" The unlucky guy blushed and stammered.
