Clan School

"We common folk are happy today! Really damn happy!" Fan Xian sat in the reception pavilion, drinking soy milk and chewing on a fried dough stick. He felt completely at ease.

He had to admit that he had very good luck. Clearly he had died, but he came to this world to live again; clearly he was born in pitiful circumstances, his mother dead and his father nowhere to be found—but he later found out that the foes who had killed his mother had been disposed of. He personally had little appetite for revenge. Although he had some issues with his father, it was nothing that he could not bear. Furthermore, he had clearly been preparing to copy books and earn a little cash to make his life easier—but he didn't expect to have a great pile of glittering treasure waiting for him.