The Next Morning

Xu Feng was in a daze as he dressed in the dark. He was utterly shocked the day before, and spent hours reading through the educational little yellow books.

What kind of world had he transmigrated into?

This was definitely something more than an ancient ABO world. Men could give birth to eggs, and everyone was completely okay with this.

His reflection in the bronze mirror was hard to see in the dim lighting. The two candles could barely light up his face, yet his new companion, a pair of panda eyes, could still be clearly seen.

The two dark circles under his eyes mocked him and his nighttime activities. Xu Feng smiled a bit at his reflection, the well-placed features that made him seem like a good little ger, and condemned himself in his heart.

Yes, he was interested in the "educational" content, it was very important to learn how his body worked, how to prepare himself for the act, and how things like childbirth were handled here.

But even after all those shocks that should have deterred him from depravity, when nightfall came, Xu Feng still lived up to his age and his new libido.

Whether it was his body's current age of 16 or his age in the other dimension of 19 years old, his hormones were alive and well. And his activities at night had been…very athletic and…inquisitive.

"Hahahah," Si laughed as she looked at the red-faced panda that was her young mistress.

'Why does he always have the weirdest faces in the morning?'

"At least his nose isn't bleeding this time," she said out loud as San shook her head.

Neither of the little girls knew what their young mistress was thinking, maybe he had an interesting dream or was excited to go to town. Either way, the two girls' guesses were a lot better for Xu Feng's reputation.

"Young mistress, are you well?" San asked with worry, he looked very tired, with dark circles visible under his eyes.

"I'm ok," Xu Feng coughed to clear away the embarrassment and colorful thoughts, "when we go out today, call me Xu Feng."

Xu Feng continued to get dressed as Si and San looked at him wide-eyed. He was occupied with how to get the best prices for the items he planned to sell. Would it be best to wear something more luxurious or wear something plainer?

He only had two outfits, the one he was given when he came to the Nanshan estate, and a slightly more luxurious version he made for himself before facing Lady Xuan the last time. His original outfit had been disposed of after he had enough strength to change out of it.

Both were rather plain in his opinion, but the workmanship was well done. He shouldn't be looked down on.

Xu Feng picked the second outfit, it was also made of cotton, but the beautiful detailing on the sleeves and the vibrant light blue color made his light color eyes and silver-white hair pop.

If nothing else, pretty privilege was a thing in any era. Hopefully, it would win him some favor and rake in a good haul for the things he needed to sell.

"Young mistress," San whispered, her face red, "we can't call you that."

Xu Feng looked over at the shaking in San's voice and the redness on both girls' faces. He was again thinking like a modern man.

If he gave them permission to call his name on outings, they should be able to call it crisply, right? He hadn't thought enough. He was a ger, but he was still an unrelated man to these poor girls.

Even if they got comfortable calling him by his given name, it would take more than one morning for it to roll off their tongues.

"Fine," Xu Feng agreed without any argument and grabbed the simple coin purse he made the day before and shoved it into his sleeve, and headed for the door.

"Erlang should be waiting for us."

The two little girls exhaled loudly as Xu Feng exited the room with a small smile on his face. Neither of them was very good at hiding their thoughts.

His playful mood was halted when he sat in the bullock cart, and his backbone immediately complained.

The bullock cart was already loaded up with their goods covered up with a plain sheet of cotton, and Erlang was sitting up front with the old cattle that would get them to Yilin.

"How long does it take to get to Yilin?" Xu Feng asked Erlang as soon as his butt began to protest.

San had already perched comfortably inside the bullock cart with a bag full of snacks and Si was looking for a comfortable place to sit.

"It takes around a stick and a half of incense, young mistress," the boy blushed and answered with an unsteady voice.

Xu Feng quickly did the math before deciding his backside couldn't be saved if he had to sit on the bare wooden boards for an hour and a half. They hadn't even started moving yet, who knew how bumpy the road to town would be?

Without much more thought, Xu Feng hopped out of the bullock cart with his long legs before calling back to the three children, "I'll be back in a bit."

Xu Feng moved his legs quicker than he had ever done since he came to this new world and moved towards his courtyard. He could have easily let Si or San come back to get a cushion, but he was much faster than the half-grown pair.

He quickly identified the two fluffiest cushions he had made during the renovations for the three courtyards. They were in the private living room.

Before leaving, Xu Feng paused and looked toward his room with contemplation.

"Young mistress, we don't need this cushion," San complained with a flushed face, just because the young mistress cherished her bottom so much didn't mean their servant's bottoms were so rare!

"Yeah, this is good," Si pointed to the wood that was shaking with every movement of the cattle.

Xu Feng looked at the two stubborn girls, who seemed unfazed by the journey down the mountain, before doubling the cushion under his already sore bottom.