"Commoner, commoner kowtows to your honor!"
This man had probably been secretly watching for a long time, seeing Yang Zhenshan approaching, he nervously knelt down and kowtowed.
Yang Zhenshan stepped forward and helped him up.
"No need!"
Helped up by him, the man was stunned for a moment, and then grew even more frantically nervous.
"Wang Laosan, please invite the Marquis inside first!"
At that moment, Xiong Hu calmed down and reminded.
"Ah, please, please!" Wang Laosan stammered.
Only then did Yang Zhenshan walk into the house.
Three mudbrick rooms, with the central room being a hall and the two sides being bedrooms – this is the most common layout in the Liaodong Region.
The humble house was somewhat dim, but still reasonably warm.
Yang Zhenshan casually looked around, well, actually there wasn't much to inspect; the house didn't even have a bench, just a stone.
"Sorry, Marquis, there's no place to sit here," said Xiong Hu cautiously.
"Hm!"
