"But you're just a child. How did you manage to subdue those thugs? They idle away their days doing nothing, but they're not weak."

At this moment, another elderly gentleman spoke up, revealing the real doubts and curiosities of these instructors.

It's quite normal for passersby to beat someone up when they see someone committing injustice in the street. However, it's very strange that a child under eight years old would stand up for someone injustice and then punch them.

Didn't my grandfather tell you this?

Feng Bingwen blinked his dark, bright eyes, seemingly wondering why these gentlemen would have such a question.

"What did you say?"

The gentlemen were all a little stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"About half a year ago, I got a purple-tailed bird. I felt sorry for the bird, so I released it. But a few days later, the bird brought me a string of red fruits. After I ate the fruits, I became incredibly strong."

Feng Bingwen had already prepared an excuse, which, apart from those in the underworld and government officials who knew his background, was enough to appease the concerns of ordinary people and even his family.

"Such a thing is possible?"

The instructors were all surprised by this explanation, but unconsciously, they sat more steadily than before.

Something unusual is bound to happen. A child who hasn't even grown up yet, beating up over a dozen street thugs in a single day—it just doesn't seem normal, because it defies common sense. Such an anomaly among people, without a reasonable explanation, is bound to meet a bad end.

Because it is beyond their comprehension, they feel apprehensive, but given a reasonable explanation, they will find a way to justify it themselves.

Although Feng Bingwen's reasoning sounded absurd, as unreal as a storyteller's tale of the strange and supernatural, given the undeniable outcome, one had no choice but to believe it.

“Brother Zewen, why be so surprised? We’ve heard of such things all the time, it’s just that this time it happened right here in our neighborhood. Although it’s strange, it’s also in line with common sense.”

The old gentleman who was teaching Feng Bingwen chuckled and spoke first, and his words made Feng Bingwen look at the old gentleman differently.

These gentlemen probably called him over today because they heard about what he did yesterday, and they are worried and suspect that there is something wrong with him.

After his explanation, the man's words were seen as an endorsement, indicating that he had no problems and acknowledged his identity.

"That's true, the spirit bird is repaying a debt of gratitude!"

The other elderly gentlemen couldn't help but nod in agreement, and one or two even considered writing it down. This was a strange and unusual story that could be recorded and widely circulated.

"Xiaowen, there's nothing else for now. You can go back now. I'll be giving a lecture later."

The elderly gentleman giving the lecture looked at Feng Bingwen with a gentle tone.

"Yes, I'll take my leave now."

Feng Bingwen was extremely respectful. After leaving the room, he closed the door and headed towards the classroom.

From that day on, Feng Bingwen's reputation soared in Qingshan County, even surpassing that of his highly respected scholar father. For half a month, he was the center of conversation in the county.

There's no way around it; in this age of limited information, even the smallest disturbance can be talked about for days, let alone something as significant as this that could be written into a novel or play—a moment of goodwill unexpectedly yielded a miraculous transformation.

Yes, ever since Feng Bingwen was questioned by the gentlemen, the people of Qingshan County finally understood why a child could possess a physique far stronger than that of ordinary people.

Some people with wild imaginations were skeptical, thinking that things were not so simple. However, after Dr. Qin, who was practicing medicine at Baoantang in Qili Street, stood up and said that the matter was indeed true, the doubts were almost completely silenced.

Because this old doctor was a highly respected figure in Qingshan County, the people of Qingshan County might not know the name of their local county magistrate, but they all basically knew Doctor Qin.

Because this old doctor is truly skilled and kind-hearted, if you are in financial difficulty and have no money, you can go to him for treatment. You can even pay on credit without any interest.

Therefore, when the old man stepped forward and said that he had taken Feng Bingwen's pulse and confirmed his identity, the people of Qingshan County accepted the overly mysterious explanation—the lack of action by the government was also the main reason.

In this county, Feng Bingwen, who had risen to fame, remained humble and composed, staying true to his original aspirations and continuing his righteous act of persuading—or rather, guiding bad people onto the right path.

This behavior has kept Feng Bingwen on the trending topics list in Qingshan County, maintaining his popularity at a very high level.

After the initial adjustment period, the people of Qingshan County mostly talked about it during their leisure time, wondering whose rascal the lucky child who received the mountain bird's gratitude had beaten up that day.

But it was just talk, at most a few complaints. This kid really liked to meddle in other people's business, but no one would stop Feng Bingwen's behavior. Even the relatives and friends of the people he chased and beat up would not stop him, and would even applaud.

Only the thugs targeted by Feng Bingwen complained bitterly, with nowhere to seek justice. Some idlers, unable to bear the beatings from Feng Bingwen, went to the yamen to file complaints, only to be beaten out by the yamen runners and ignored.

Under such violent oppression, even the most idle and pleasure-seeking scoundrels had no choice but to change according to Feng Bingwen's demands.

After all, only a minority of people have masochistic tendencies; the vast majority of people are afraid of pain and being hit, and when they are powerless to resist, they can only submit.

A prodigal son returns, a good deed, 200.

On the night of the Beginning of Autumn, Feng Bingwen lay in bed and smiled knowingly when he saw the latest record appearing on the merit record.

Finally, he turned to the next page of the cryptic book, and a completely new record appeared.

Name: Feng Bingwen

Good deeds: 1098

Misdeeds: Twenty-seven

Good deeds have exceeded 1,000, and this is only the accumulation of less than ten days. On average, the daily increase in good deeds has exceeded 100, which is quite an astonishing increase.

The only slight flaw is that the number of evil deeds has increased by more than twenty, but compared with the surge in good deeds, this flaw is insignificant.

Record of misdeeds

Using violence to oppress others, an evil act, one

Using force to oppress others, evil deeds, two

...There are roughly ten scattered records, but compared to the good deeds that often number in the two or three digits, the increase in these evil deeds is pitifully small, adding up to less than a fraction of the good deeds.

Feng Bingwen naturally understood what was going on with these twenty-odd evil deeds; it was nothing more than him using his fists to suppress and change the many street thugs.

Although the outcome was good, the methods were too violent, so some misconduct was carried out as a warning.