The little monster did not disappoint Qin Zhao. During the remaining hours of the return journey, the little koi fish sank to the bottom of the wooden barrel with a heavy heart, without moving at all.

He didn't receive any hint from Qin Zhao at all.

Qin Zhao turned his head to look at him from time to time and sighed silently.

Fool.

The ox cart was moving slowly through the mountains and fields. Just as it was about to leave the forest, Qin Zhao glanced out of the corner of his eye and suddenly saw a figure.

A teenager fell under a tree on the roadside and seemed to have lost consciousness.

He parked the bullock cart by the roadside.

Jing Li also stuck his head out.

The young man was about the same age as Chen Yan'an, with disheveled hair and a surprisingly disheveled appearance.

He was wearing a lavender gown. Jing Li couldn't tell the specific material, but he knew it was expensive. However, the expensive-looking garment was now ripped and covered in dirt, so that even the embroidery patterns were no longer visible.

Qin Zhao walked up to him, bent down and sniffed his breath.

His breathing was relatively steady.

He pushed the other's shoulder: "Young Master, wake up."

The young man frowned and mumbled in his sleep: "Uncle Wang, stop making noise, let me sleep a little longer..."

Jing Li tilted his head.

Why do I feel like... I seem to have heard this voice somewhere before?

Before Jing Li could figure it out, the young man finally opened his eyes in a daze. After seeing the person in front of him clearly, he grabbed Qin Zhao's hand and said, "Save me, save me, I can give you money..."

"..." Qin Zhao calmly pushed the other person's hand away and asked, "Who are you and why did you faint here?"

"I, I've been lost in this mountain for several days and haven't eaten for many days. Can you take me home..." The boy cried breathlessly.

Qin Zhao thought for a moment and reached out to help him up.

But as soon as the boy stood up, he cried out "Ouch" and fell down again.

Qin Zhao squatted down in front of him and reached out to touch the boy's ankle. The latter shuddered and gasped in pain.

"It's dislocated." Qin Zhao said.

The boy was in so much pain that tears came out, and asked in a sobbing voice: "Then what should I do--"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Zhao suddenly exerted force with both hands, and a "crack" sound came from his bones.

“Ahhhhhhhhh—”

Qin Zhao stood up and said calmly, "It's fine now. Try standing up."

"Couldn't you remind me before you did it?" The young man shouted at Qin Zhao with tears in his eyes.

Qin Zhao: "Now that I've reminded you, it doesn't hurt anymore?"

"That's not the case."

The boy stood up dejectedly and moved his ankle. Sure enough, the pain was gone.

Qin Zhao helped him onto the ox cart, covered the small wooden barrel containing Jing Li, and took out the oil-paper bag of steamed buns from the backpack and handed it to him: "Eat something first, we'll be in the village soon."

Boy: "Thank you, thank you."

The place where the boy was picked up was not far from Linxi Village. Less than an hour later, Qin Zhao's ox cart stopped in front of Linxi Village.

He said to the young man, "This cart is not mine, so it can't take you back. If you walk out of here, there's a post station nearby where you can rent an oxcart to take you back to town."

The boy blinked blankly: "How do you know my home is in town?"

Qin Zhao asked, "Is your last name Fang?"

"Yes." The young man said, "My name is Fang Tianying. Have you seen me?"

Qin Zhao was silent for a moment, then said, "I guess so."

Fang Tianying didn't ask any more questions, but hesitated for a moment before saying, "Can you... lend me some more money?"

Qin Zhao looked up at him.

Fang Tianying said, "I lost the money I had with me a few days ago. I wanted to walk back but got lost, and that's how it all happened. I'll bring the money back when I get home. What's your name?"