Once, there was a nobleman who was quite famous in the capital.

The eldest son of a powerful family and an official of the Office of Special Advisors. He never asked the price when choosing silk, and he always paid for his own drinks.

Then, his family was ruined.

His father was exiled, his property was confiscated, and his relatives locked their doors. With nowhere to go, Yoon Sahyuk came down to the provinces to find the fabric shop owner he used to know.

What was supposed to be a one-night stay has already reached the twenty-third day.

Now, he lives as a guest in someone else's detached room, checking ledgers, writing letters on their behalf, and occasionally chopping firewood. He has managed to chop up to three pieces.

He has knowledge and he has tact. He isn't entirely without a sense of shame either.

It's just that he feels a bit disappointed by the fact that there is no meat on the dinner table today.