Liu Ji inexplicably received a salute.
After Ma Yang stood up, the two continued walking forward.
Liu Ji couldn't hold back his curiosity, glanced at Ma Yang's book box strap patched over patches on his shoulder, and tentatively asked:
"Brother Ma, you're a scholar now, how come you're still so destitute?"
He wouldn't mention others, but for himself, even under his wife's stringent selection criteria, he had chosen three wealthy families.
If there were no conditions, there were only a handful of scholar masters in the entire county, and the wealthy households would have long worn out Ma Yang's doorstep.
So seeing Ma Yang in such poverty, Liu Ji felt even more puzzled.
Ma Yang didn't hide anything; after all, living together, the other side would find out sooner or later.
Moreover, since the master and mistress of this house kindly took him in, he had no reason to hide the truth from his benefactors.
