The people around all looked over, and when they saw it was the King of Jin, they all knelt down and saluted.
"Brother Xiaogan, why are they kneeling down?" Ruanruan asked in confusion.
"Ruanruan, things are different here. If you don't let them kneel, they will feel uneasy. They are already used to it." Zhao Chengqian didn't know how to explain to Ruanruan, so he thought for a while and said.
"But, Ruanruan doesn't need to worry about these."
As the King of Jin was driving, he overheard the two children chatting and said with a smile, "Gan'er is right. Ruan'an is different from us. She doesn't need to care about these things."
"Next time you see them, just think of them as thanking you or politely greeting you. Don't be afraid."
"Okay, I understand." Ruanruan still didn't understand.
Why do you have to kneel down to thank someone?
Is this the unique style of Brother Xiaogan?
My uncle once said that every place treats people differently and we should respect other people’s culture.
There were many people surrounding the ox cart on both sides. A figure squeezed out from the crowd that formed a wall and stumbled towards the ox cart.
“Help!”
The attendant beside the oxcart immediately rode over and stopped the person who was charging. "The King of Jin is traveling, who dares to act rashly?"
"Get back now!"
"Prince, help me, save my daughter!" The woman was wearing a thin, tattered piece of clothing. She was kneeling on the ground, trembling. Her hair was messy and there were several slap marks on her face.
"You little bitch, how dare you run!" An old woman rushed out from the crowd and kicked her.
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