Shi Jingxing glared fiercely at the pageboy, then looked melancholy.

"I hope my father didn't take that scoundrel's money. Judging from the students' angry reaction, that clerk is already finished."

"Otherwise, it would be really troublesome if that bastard dragged my father into it."

"They're gone."

Shi Jingxing waved and left in the opposite direction.

Shui Sheng glanced at him curiously, then followed the crowd.

We arrived at the food street.

The inquiry is complete.

The vendors said impatiently, "Go away, go away, don't delay our business. If you want to buy something, you're welcome to come. If you want to ask about something else, please leave now."

Many vendors looked disgusted.

A young student, his face contorted with anger, stepped forward, grabbed the vendor by the collar, and lifted him up.

The vendor quickly begged for mercy, saying, "Young master, spare my life! I'll never dare to do it again."

The young master said viciously, "I really regret coming here now. People like you deserve to be bullied."

Hearing the commotion, the old man selling sesame cakes quickly came over.

He smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Young master, please don't be angry. We can talk things out."

The young man said in a deep voice, "My surname is Duan, and I am the second oldest in my family. We came here to find out if there is a family named Chen who sells braised pork around here."

The old man selling sesame seed cakes asked with some confusion, "Who are you?"

There were about fifty students in the crowd.

"Don't ask so many questions, just tell me if you have it or not."

"Yes, yes, young master Duan, don't be in a hurry."

The onlookers were stunned.

"Really?"

Shui Sheng was getting a little anxious, as he couldn't get to the point.

He shouted into the crowd, "Uncle, why don't you have a good talk with Young Master Duan? Has the Chen family's stall had any conflicts with the sanitation department recently?"

The burly man with the sesame seed cake looked bewildered.

I had thought the Chen family's matter was going to end inconclusively, since none of the Chen family members had come to set up their stall today.

I probably won't come back in the future.

Seeing these people, he suddenly had a bold and unbelievable idea.

Then, in a few words, he recounted the events to the students.

Shui Sheng's face turned red as he clenched his fists and shouted loudly into the crowd: "We scholars study to understand principles, to achieve our ideals and ambitions, to become officials, to help the weak and oppressed, for this bright and just world, and to give the people justice!"

"It is outrageous that a mere clerk would dare to bully farmers and peasants like this!"

"If we cannot get justice for the Chen family today, I'd rather not take the imperial examination at all!"

After saying that, he slammed the Confucian scholar's hat on the ground!

Young people are easily carried away by their passion.

Shui Sheng had just set an example, and others followed suit, including that young man surnamed Duan.

The old man making sesame cakes felt a chill run down his spine; the shouts made his ears ring.

this?

Looking completely bewildered, could Brother Chen's calm confidence really come from them?

Really?