Chapter 5: Is it a stroke of bad luck? Or is good fortune pouring down from heaven?

  Yang Zilu scratched his head, shrugged slightly, but didn't pay much attention to it. Following Zheng Dan's previous guidance, he arrived at Huan Sha Creek. He didn't know if it was intentional or not, but the creek bed was paved with cobblestones on the village side, while on both sides were reeds about half a person high, resembling a natural bathroom. In the village, there was one at every intersection.

  Yang Zilu hid in the reeds, took off her clothes, and slowly waded into the water. The water was especially refreshing. However, what made Yang Zilu regretful was that there was no shower gel. But she didn't know what people used to wash with in this era.

  As she swam, Yang Zilu suddenly heard the sound of splashing water. At first, she didn't pay attention, thinking it was just the big carp jumping out of the water. But then she saw a person emerging from the water with their head tilted back, their wet hair hanging down like a waterfall. Fortunately, only their collarbone and shoulders were exposed, suggesting that they hadn't touched the riverbed with their feet. Otherwise, Yang Zilu wouldn't have known what to do.

  However, Yang Zilu is also quite embarrassed now, and doesn't know whether to speak up or not. Because that person is a familiar villain, making Yang Zilu wish he could drown in the water and never come out again.

  "Ah!" But Yang Zilu didn't hesitate, because Yiguang had already seen the stunned Yang Zilu, and let out a cry of surprise, hastily sinking into the water, revealing only a pair of eyes that seemed like black pearls.

  "Ah! That... that, I didn't mean to, I just... just came to take a bath!" Yang Zilu was so embarrassed that he became incoherent.

  "You! How did you get here?! You were spying on me!" Yi Guang shouted with a quivering voice.

  Yang Zilu was so angry that she wished she could bang her head against the wall and faint. She quickly got up, her hands flailing wildly like a fan, "No! Yiguang... you, you, listen to me explain! Explain!"

  "Ah!" Yi Guang suddenly lost his voice and exclaimed, diving head-first into the water, disappearing without a trace.

  Yang Zilu was stunned, what are you doing?! Yang Zilu suddenly felt a chill in his lower body, and with a sudden burst of energy, he lowered his head to see his little brother standing proudly in the night wind.

  "Oh no!" Yang Zilu slapped his forehead with his five fingers, painfully saying: "Yi Guang must have thought I was a prodigal son, but the problem is! I'm not!"

  But Yang Zilu didn't know that his bad luck hadn't ended yet. When he returned to Zheng Dan's home and pushed the door open, all he saw was Zheng Dan lying on the bed with only her small head exposed, glaring at him fiercely. She said viciously: "Brother Yang, I respect you which is why I call you Brother Yang, don't take advantage of me!"

  What have I gotten myself into? Yang Zilu's eyes widened in bewilderment. To put it bluntly, she was dumbfounded.

  Zheng Dan saw Yang Zilu's bewildered expression, so she straightforwardly asked, but obviously somewhat embarrassed: "You, you just peeked at me where, where, don't think I, I didn't know!"

  Yang Zilu finally realized that she was the one who 'got caught in the act', but then again, why didn't Zheng Dan speak up at the time? Why is she only speaking now? Doesn't this have a bit of an after-the-fact flavor to it?

  Let's start from the beginning. Not long after Yang Zilu left the bamboo house, the silent little kid, seeing that his sister seemed to like Yang Zilu, spoke up and said: "Sister! Are you or are you not interested in that person named Yang Zilu?"

  "Don't talk nonsense! I, I just have a little bit of good feeling towards him! Yes, just that little bit of good feeling!" Zheng Dan said with difficulty.

  "Sister, he's a bad guy!" The silent little kid said coldly.

  "Ah! Xiao San, how can you say such things about people! I don't know if Yang Da Ge is a good person or not, but he's definitely not a bad person! He's like a sage, traveling to various countries to seek knowledge! How impressive is that? What kind of heart must one have to take such great actions!" Zheng Dan heard this and immediately felt sorry for Yang Zi Lu, and also felt a little intoxicated.

  "But I saw him aiming at your... chest just now!" The silent little kid Xiao San (Er Nai?) hesitated for a moment, and changed to a more suitable phrase.

  "Ah?" Zheng Dan was startled by the words, lowered her head, and suddenly saw... herself exposed. Usually at home, she didn't pay much attention, not thinking that Yang Zilu, an outsider, had come, and she hadn't noticed.

  Needless to say, Yang Zilu, who was defined as a pervert, had his favorability rating in Zheng Dan's heart plummet, although it didn't become negative, it absolutely wasn't good either.

  Yang Zilu could only lie on the bed with a depressed heart, thinking about how to live in the future.

  The house is certain, but in this era, it's not necessary to buy land and build a house. The land in the city is an exception, as long as you don't build on someone else's field, it's okay. However, you need to talk to the village head and others about it, otherwise, even if no one drives you away, the people around you won't be friendly to you, how can you live there?

  But this is easy to handle, with a title of fallen nobility and some knowledge, you can get respect from others. The money for building the house has to be figured out from the clothes on his body. From Zheng Datian's mouth, Yang Zilu learned that he was wearing good fabric, but he didn't know what kind it was, and estimated it to be quite valuable.

  It wasn't until this era that Yang Zilu realized that there were many types of fabric, and hemp and silk gauze were the most commonly used by ordinary people. However, these two fabrics were very poor quality and easily broken. Even with careful handling, they would need to be replaced with a new set after just one year. Ordinary wealthy households used fabrics like silk, brocade, and embroidery with colorful patterns. The higher-ranking officials wore fabrics like satin, velvet, and damask.

  Actually, many of them are made from raw silk, except for the ramie fabric. The habotai is made from coarse and inferior raw silk, while the ones in the back are of higher grade, with differences in both materials and weaving methods.