Ren Baqian walked into the dusky dungeon as the warden carried a lamp to lead the way. Following behind them was Xu Wei.
Ren Baqian walked with his legs splayed out. He had just returned from the fields outside the city and every time he rode the fork-horned cow for a long journey, he would suffer burning pain on his inner thighs.
These days, he had obtained some fields from other sources and had a grand total of two hundred mu. He exchanged fields with others and finally pooled the two hundred mu of fields together.
After all, everyone somewhat still gave face to the empress.
