Chapter 4 Yan Xing, The Master Who Keeps His Word_1
Country bumpkins who’ve seen nothing of the world!
Good thing it’s just the three of us out here in the wilderness. If anyone else saw this... I, as a Lord, truly couldn’t afford such a loss of face.
"Get up, get up... It’s just a trifle. Your Lord knows so much more," Yan Xing said, having the two peasants stand up and then sit down around the table. As he distributed the utensils, he continued, "Your Lord’s name is Yan Xing, and it implies ’Promises must be kept.’ From now on, ’Lord Yan Xing, His Word Is His Bond’ will be my family motto.
What are your names? Let your Lord get to know you."
Yan Xing didn’t particularly care about these things, speaking casually.
However, when faced with Yan Xing’s question about their names, the two peasants glanced at each other and said in unison, "My Lord, we are mere commoners; we don’t have names."
"No names? Then how do you address each other?"
"There are only two of us here, my Lord. We have no need for names."
The scene fell silent. Indeed, with just the two of them, names weren’t truly necessary. But...
Yan Xing declared passionately, "As subjects of me, Lord Yan Xing, how can you not have names? Besides, this place is destined to prosper; it won’t be just the two of you forever. Come, come... I shall grant you names!"
Yan Xing took out his cracked-screen smartphone, intending to use a naming app. But there was no signal!