Chapter 9: Be a follower

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he has not yet reached the point of sadness...
Cheng Ziang cried, crying completely unable to control himself, trembling all over, and wrapped his hands around his shoulders, curled up in a corner of the bed.
This action made him look pitiful and helpless, but at the same time it was very useless. Where is the shadow of the Cheng family genius?
"Anger, you..."
Cheng Bohan stood by the bed, stretched out and closed his hands, repeated many times.
What was it like to be a parent when my son became like this?
It's hard to describe and cannot express.
Cheng Bohan wanted to hug his son, just like he did when he was a child, comfort him and tell him that everything will be fine.
But now he can't even lie to himself, will it be alright?
No, no, Cheng Ziang is already a waste, and his most hopeful son is already destined to be a complete waste!
Even in the future, he will not be able to reach the realm of the King of Martial Arts, so what can be done?
He Cheng Bohan has three sons. The eldest son is poorly talented and unbelievable. The younger son is now only ten years old and he is not a prostitute. All the others are daughters.
Could it be said that his line of Cheng Bohan is destined to be the assistant of his younger brother Cheng Bozhan forever?
That was the case in the fight for the owner of the house decades ago, and now, even his only hopeful second son is so abandoned...
Cheng Bohan himself couldn't tell whether he was more disappointed now, or he was more distressed about his son.
"Ang'er, don't think too much, take care of your injury, everything, everything wait for your injury to recover before you make plans."
Cheng Bohan could only sigh in the end, then turned and walked outside the house.
He didn't comfort Cheng Ziang, he really didn't have that thought!
Although his own son was crippled by him, it was heartache, but what made him even more unacceptable was that so many years of careful cultivation were completely destroyed!
He had no intention of comforting.
And Cheng Ziang just as if he hadn't heard Cheng Bohan's words, still silly curled up on the bed, crying.
Cheng Bohan, who walked to the door and was about to leave, suddenly paused, turned his head and scanned Cheng Ziang: "Ang'er, that Cheng Hao."
Hearing the name of Cheng Hao, Cheng Ziang, who was imprinted by his soul, raised his head uncontrollably, and his emotions finally fluctuated.
"He saved your life anyway, for the sake of your father, it's better to transfer him to be your servant."
Cheng Ziang didn't answer, but he didn't object either. In fact, he agreed.
And his weird reaction made Cheng Bohan's heart tremble.
Knowing that he was disabled and unresponsive to any outside comfort, Cheng Ziang would actually look up at him after hearing Cheng Hao's name.
"Could it be that Ang'er really..." Cheng Bohan shook his head, throwing this absurd idea out of his mind, it didn't matter.
Everything doesn't matter now, Cheng Ziang can do whatever he likes, anyway, he has been abandoned.
As a father, Cheng Bohan only needs to take good care of his disabled son in the future, so that he can live comfortably and comfortably for the rest of his life.
"Ruolan, you can go in."
Walking to the door, Cheng Bohan greeted a woman who bowed her head and wiped her tears.
This woman's name is Li Ruolan, she is Cheng Ziang's wife. The two have been married for more than ten years and have had two daughters. Now that Cheng Ziang has an accident, Li Ruolan is naturally uncomfortable.
"Go, give an order, let the subordinate officer Cheng Yuan transfer a young man named Cheng Hao to wait on the young master from the lower service room."
Before leaving the house, Cheng Bohan gave a command to his close servant, and then left with a long sigh, without looking back.
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"Who is Cheng Hao?"
At that time, Cheng Yuan, the deputy manager who would not usually come to the stables, came over, and asked a dozen of the servants with numb expressions.
No one answered. This group of sub-commissioners usually beats and scolds, and they are already afraid, or they don't know how to speak.
Only a thin young boy turned out from behind the stable, bowed his head and carefully arched his hands at Cheng Yuan: "Little, kid Cheng Hao."
"Oh?" Cheng Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and walked to Cheng Hao's side, stretched out a hand to grab Cheng Hao's hair and lifted his face.
This is a very common action for subordinate officers to treat subordinates. They treat subordinates just like livestock.
"Well, he looks pretty, his eyes are still smart, and his speech seems to be fine." Cheng Yuan looked at Cheng Hao for a moment, then nodded slightly, and then greeted: "You guys, come over, take him to clean and change. Clothes, serving in the inner courtyard can't be like this."
"promise!"
Following Cheng Yuan's greeting, several sturdy men with big waists came out from behind him, reached out and dragged Cheng Hao away.
Cheng Hao didn't resist, letting the opponent pull it, and turned towards the back of the stable.
At the back of the stable, there is a tank for water storage, which is used to wash the horses, so that the Cheng family can mount their coats when they go out.
Of course, before the New Year's Eve, the servants can also be mercifully allowed to use the water here to cleanse their bodies.
Even when the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, the rare cleaning opportunity will make the servants quite happy.
And now, this is the place to clean Cheng Hao.
"Snapped!"
Several big guys threw Cheng Hao to the side of the water storage tank, and then they were about to come up and dial his clothes.
Cheng Hao raised his eyes and swept a few people, then pointed to the corner of the stable: "Go over there and look, someone will come over and greet me."
"promise!"
The few big men were at a loss, and then they all turned and went out towards the corner of the stable.
Cheng Hao didn't have the habit of letting a man undress himself, so he used the power of the soul to control these people right now.
Regardless of the large size and fierceness of these few people, they are actually ordinary people without any martial arts cultivation. They are only subordinates, but they follow Cheng Yuan and belong to slightly higher status.
This group of people grew stronger because they were not short of food and drink with Cheng Yuan. In fact, they had no real ability.
Taking the clothes back by himself, Cheng Hao could only smile wryly when he looked at his body.
This body... the ribs are clearly visible, and there doesn't seem to be any muscles under the skin.
Although he has used his savings to buy a lot of nutritious foods these days, the speed of recovery is still too slow.
After all, there is no food with half aura. Just relying on these foods, I am afraid that it will not be possible to restore this body in half a year.
Fortunately, the arrangement left yesterday still worked, and he was going to be sent to Cheng Ziang as an entourage.
When it comes to Cheng Ziang's side, there are probably no less things that can nourish the body...