"In that case, you should stop talking."

"Uh... Brother, you're helping these villagers knowing they're unlikely to be able to repay the money, so why are you still willing to help them?"

He had seen Nie Yun's progress and was surprised that he could now ask such profound questions. Lu Tu was naturally willing to explain: "From the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to our Great Yu Dynasty, it has always been a society based on personal relationships. Only when you help me and I help you can we overcome difficulties together."

“But brother, you are a man of both literary and martial talents, there is absolutely no need for ordinary people to help you.”

The information isolation of this era has resulted in people's limited vision and knowledge. This is not Nie Yun's fault. Lü Tu patiently explained, "No one in this world can shamelessly say that they will not take a narrow path in the future. This is the time for everyone to repay my favor."

Nie Yun nodded thoughtfully: "Then how can you be sure they won't deny it, brother? After all, there are still more than half a year until the autumn harvest. What if the weather is bad this year and the harvest is poor?"

Lu Tu laughed nonchalantly: "If you can't keep your promise in public, what do you think I'll think of you? What will Aunt Chen next door think of you? What will your beloved Ye Xing'er think of you?"

Nie Yun exclaimed in surprise, "Brother, how do you know about Ye Xing'er... I have nothing to do with her."

Lu Tu patted him on the shoulder: "If a person denies something in public, he may seem to gain some short-term benefits, but the huge moral condemnation that follows will make him uncomfortable and cause him to lose even more. For example, when you walk on a narrow road, others will not only ignore you, but may even trample you to death!"

"You may understand the evil in human nature, but you must also understand the good in human nature."

After saying that, he strode away, leaving Nie Yun, who was deeply shocked, standing there dumbfounded.

A biting north wind whipped up a cloud of dust, making him tighten his collar. He saw Lü Tu walking among the dust, hands behind his back, singing: "The sound of gongs and drums fills the air in the first month of the lunar year, firecrackers crackle and the ground is covered in red, every household lights up lanterns, another year of good harvest."