Rise From the Humble

The broken basket, the melons and fruits scattered on the ground, and the blood stains on the woman's forehead.

The second-generation ancestors riding horses behind them also turned a blind eye to this, as if the scene in front of them was invisible. They all laughed and rode past, full of joy of riding horses in the spring.

"Mother, mother," the eight or nine-year-old girl hugged her younger brother and cried, helping the woman up. Then she glared hatefully at the instigator who rode away, bit her lip and cursed, "None of these black-hearted bastards are good. thing."

"Nanny, hurry up, shut up, don't let these people hear it. We can't afford to offend you." The woman with the bleeding forehead quickly covered her daughter's mouth with worry on her face. In her opinion, she was already lucky. That's right, at least those second-generation ancestors didn't hold them accountable for blocking the road.

The people around her also changed their expressions, became worried, and reminded the little girl to stop scolding her. If we offend these second-generation officials, we will be the ones who suffer. Thank God now that they have not held you responsible for blocking the road.

Although the little girl kept her mouth shut, she still stubbornly glared hatefully at the noble men riding horses. The woman worriedly pulled the little girl and told her to stop glaring at those second-generation officials for fear of getting into trouble.

But the little girl was very stubborn. No matter how much the woman tried to persuade her, she stubbornly stared at those people, as if she wanted to write them down.

One horse passed by after another, and the little girl stared stubbornly in memory.

Just as the woman was persuading the little girl, she suddenly felt silence around her. Everyone who was around them all moved away from them, looking at them worriedly and nervously.

Looking at the looks of the people around them, the woman and the little girl seemed to understand something. When they turned around, they saw a shadow. The two of them looked up and saw an elegant young man who looked to be about fifteen years old. He slowly rode his horse to a stop in front of them, then turned over and got off the horse. It was Zhu Pingan.

To the little girl, this man wearing a sapphire blue arrow-sleeved samurai uniform looked like the honest and honest Erniu brother from his neighbor.

However, a person as good as Brother Erniu can never be compared to such a sinister bastard!!

When the women saw Zhu Pingan slowly stopping the horse in front of them, they were so scared that they trembled. They thought that Zhu Pingan heard her daughter's abuse or saw her daughter staring at them, and then they thought in their hearts that Zhu Pingan was... Come to raise troops to question the guilty.

"Sir, I'm sorry that these ignorant women have offended you." The woman was so frightened that she trembled all over and apologized while kowtowing.

"Mother", the little girl pulled the woman and glared at Zhu Pingan with her eyes.

It's obviously all these people's fault, why do we need to apologize and kowtow to them! Riding horses is not allowed on this street. We all hid on the side of the road. They even hit us with their horses and knocked us into pieces. Why should we apologize!

Is there any justice? So the little girl glared at Zhu Pingan with hatred, biting her lip, like an angry little lion, as if she was going to pounce on Zhu Pingan and take two bites of meat in the next second.

In the blink of an eye, when the woman was tremblingly apologizing and about to kowtow, Zhu Pingan, who was wearing a sapphire blue warrior uniform, helped the woman up first. In order to avoid suspicion, he still wrapped his hands with his sleeves.

"It's our turn to say sorry. I'm sorry, sister-in-law." Zhu Pingan said apologetically, and then bowed his hands to the crowd around him.

ha? He was actually apologizing. Did I hear him correctly? The people around were very surprised and could hardly believe the scene before them.

Is this black-hearted bastard planning another bad idea? ! I can’t think of it. A few days ago, I heard from Sister Xiaoling, who works as a maid in a wealthy family next door, that some wealthy families are very perverted, and some like to bully little girls. Is this bad guy planning such a disgusting idea?

Just thinking about it, the little girl looked at Zhu Pingan with even more hatred!

"Brother-in-law, what are you doing? Hurry up." Fatty Zhou's voice came from the front.

"Okay, here we come." Zhu Pingan replied, then put his hand into his sleeve, took out about two taels of broken silver, put it into the hand of the little girl with a strange look on his side, and then got on his horse.

"I apologize to you on behalf of the friends in front of you. Little sister, please take your mother to the medical clinic in front of you to get bandaged."

Zhu Pingan said something to the little girl on horseback, then rode forward to chase Fatty Zhou and the others.

Zhu Ping'an had no special purpose in compensating the women and children in front of him, but he couldn't bear to see them suffer pain and loss. Especially when I see the melons and fruits rolling out of the basket, I always think of the time when I was a child in Xiahe Village, going to the town with Zhu’s father and Chen to sell wild game.

Of course, Zhu Ping'an didn't pretend to be a fat man and spend a fortune. He just gave them two taels of silver. But two taels of silver was a lot for the farmers. It was enough to compensate them for their losses. There must be a lot left over. Two taels of silver can be considered an unexpected gain for them.

Zhu Ping'an didn't think much and rode away.

The bad guy actually lost money? And there are no requirements at all? This is not true, is it? I must be dreaming! ! ! The little girl looked at the broken silver in her hand and couldn't believe it. She opened her eyes and mouth in surprise.

Not only did the second-generation official not pursue the issue, he actually returned the money? Isn't this silver enough to weigh two taels? ! The woman was also shocked. Looking at the broken silver in the little girl's hand, she couldn't help but reach out and pinch herself secretly. This turned out to be real and not a dream!

The people around them who were originally worried about women now envied them again.

Although the basket was knocked out of shape, it was still in good shape after a little repair, and the fruits and vegetables that rolled out were still sold after being picked up. In addition, although the woman's forehead was bleeding, she could tell at a glance that it was a scratch. Apply some medicine and it would be cured the next day. This woman and child are lucky enough to meet a noble person.

That noble young man lost a full twenty taels of silver. What, it wasn’t me that hit me? Many onlookers couldn't help but sigh like this when they saw this.

"You are so lucky to have met a noble person." The onlookers said with emotion while helping the women and others pick up vegetables.

"That's right, his eldest sister should be careful in the future. This noble man is not someone you can meet casually. You should be careful next time you enter the city. If you encounter this kind of situation again, you should hide as far as you can."

When people were feeling emotional, they were also reminding them to pay more attention when going to the city in the future.

"Hey, do you think that noble young master looks like the number one scholar who rode a horse and boasted all over the street some time ago?" Someone said suddenly.

"No, but when you say that, I think it's a bit similar. Last time I stood in this position and watched the No. 1 pick boasting about the street." Someone also touched his chin and started thinking.

"Pull him down, the number one scholar is much more handsome than this noble young man. The number one scholar is a Wenquxing descended from the earth." An aunt said categorically, "I saw him with my own eyes last time. Not to mention how handsome he is."

"Hahaha, yes, last time I thought the champion was young and handsome." Everyone nodded and agreed with the aunt's conclusion.

Slowly, the women, carrying baskets and their children, thanked everyone and left. The street became lively again, and it was impossible to tell that a horse rider had hit someone here.