Yang opened his eyes in his sleep and chuckled as he gazed at the cowhide tent above him, a smile spreading across his face for no particular reason.
A stinky foot kicked out from beside him. "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Not getting up this early in the morning, just lying there giggling like a fool?"
Yang sat up, his eyes fixed excitedly on Gouwa, who was rubbing his still-closed eyes.
"Senior Brother Cao Cao, we don't have to do any work, and we get to eat meat every day. Isn't that something to laugh about?"
This was real meat. It was the first time in his entire life he'd eaten until he was stuffed. The Emperor must live like this, right?
"Look at that pathetic ambition. A few meaty meals and you're this happy. A kid is still a kid."
I'm different. I have higher pursuits.
Gouwa sat up, gave himself a quick scratch, and climbed out of bed. He walked over and patted the leg of Gao Zhijian, who was still snoring loudly.
