Jiang Sheng then remembered that she had promised to repay the person handsomely.
She spoke generously at the time, but now that she's realized what she's done, she feels a little heartbroken. However, she still sits upright on the carriage shaft, her legs stretched straight, and says, "How much money do you want? I'll give it to you."
The man seemed to be pondering.
Fearing that the other party might misunderstand that she wasn't sincere, Jiang Sheng quickly explained, "We make some money from our small business, so we can afford to give a few thousand taels. Any more than that, we'll have to give gradually."
Zheng Ruqian, who had been in the carriage for quite some time, nodded in affirmation.
"I also left two plates of chilled lychees for Third Brother. You can have one of them. They're not very valuable, but you won't find a third plate like them in the entire Fengjing."
Fang Heng, who had just settled into his seat, was puzzled and surprised, and listened intently.
“If that’s not enough…” she said, her eyes darting around. “My fourth brother can also treat you, he can treat any illness.”
Wen Zhiyun, who was preparing to sit down, blushed slightly and looked embarrassed.
“There’s…there’s…” Jiang Sheng hesitated, “Nothing else.”
Chang Yan, who had just been smiling, now had a drooping mouth and a blank expression.
"We have nothing else," the little girl murmured. "If you're still not satisfied, we can discuss it further, as long as my older brother is alright."
Money is an external thing; family is the root of life.
It would be even better if she could be less heartbroken.
Jiang Jizu chuckled, "I don't want money."
Jiang Sheng was taken aback, her toes pointing even straighter.
"I want your plate of lychees," Jiang Jizu said casually. "And I'd also like to try your favorite braised pork knuckle."
Jiang Sheng was even more astonished, and asked incredulously, "That's all?"
"Is that all you want?" He bent slightly, exuding the imposing presence of a grown man.
Logically speaking, Jiang Sheng should be afraid of a burly man with a thick beard like that.
In her childhood memories, she had been yelled at and scolded countless times by people of this physique, and she knew that these people were the ones who hit the heaviest and hurt the most.
Whether it was because his tone was too gentle, because he had just helped his older brother, or because his act of not asking for money made people feel good about him, she was not afraid at all.
The little girl's pointed toes relaxed, and she swung in the air.
If she were barefoot, I don't know how she would look so lovely and beautiful.
"Then I'll have someone send them to you later," Jiang Sheng said earnestly. "Iced lychees and braised pork knuckle, I'll send them to you too, is that alright?"
The man began to ponder again.
After a long pause, he said, "They won't be fresh if they're sent over. I want to try something fresh."
The saying goes that braised pork knuckle is fresh and hot, but frozen lychees are not fresh at all, so isn't that nonsense?
Fang Heng, inside the carriage, worried that his younger sister would be bullied, so he drew the dagger from his waist and prepared to rush out.
Changyan quickly stopped him, then blocked the carriage door, shaking his head at his several brothers who were eyeing him menacingly.
Protecting your younger sister is a good thing, but you can't overprotect her or drive away the people who love her.
Moreover, Jiang Sheng herself didn't particularly dislike it.
The little girl hesitated and struggled for a long time before finally saying, "I agree, but I need to ask my brothers' opinions."
After saying that, he poked his head into the carriage, and his face came right up to Chang Yan's.
“You’re the one who made the difference in this matter, so you’re in charge.” He spoke casually, representing all his brothers.
Jiang Sheng could only pull her head back and said crisply, "We all agree, come up here."
She deftly climbed into the carriage, pushed her fifth brother, who was blocking the way, next to her fourth brother, and made as much room as possible.
Unexpectedly, the man untied the reins and sat on the carriage shaft, saying, "This is fine."
After saying that, he clapped his hands, and the carriage headed straight home.
The siblings inside the car were stunned, as were the eight men catching up, including the guards with knives; they all stood there dumbfounded.
As the carriage drove away, shouts and calls rose and fell.
"General!"
"Young Master!"
"girl!"
"team leader!"
You guys are behind.
It wasn't until the carriage stopped at the entrance of the second courtyard that Jiang Sheng came to her senses and timidly lifted the carriage curtain.
Jiang Jizu was skillfully tying the reins to the wooden stake.
Hearing the noise, Zhang Xianglian rushed over with a spatula in hand, laughing as she opened the door, "You're back as soon as the braised pork knuckle is out of the pot! You're such a bunch of little gluttons who can smell the aroma..."
Upon seeing the man, she was somewhat surprised, swallowing the rest of her words.
Jiang Sheng seemed to see a savior, and cried out "Auntie!" before jumping off the carriage like a swallow returning to its nest.
Zhang Xianglian grew increasingly wary, shielding Jiang Sheng with her body and asking in a low voice, "Who is this person? Where are my brothers?"
“He helped my brother in the carriage, so I treated him to a braised pork knuckle,” Jiang Sheng replied in a low voice.
The mother and daughter were being mysterious, but unfortunately, everyone could hear them clearly.
The brothers inside the car covered their faces, while Jiang Jizu outside the car smiled helplessly.
It turned out that she was a kind person who helped Xiao Mo. Zhang Xianglian immediately let go of Jiang Sheng and warmly greeted him, "Since you're here, please come inside and sit down. The braised pork knuckle that just came out of the pot smells delicious."
Jiang Sheng nodded in agreement; she could already smell the fragrance.
"I just don't know if there will be enough food," Zhang Xianglian muttered softly. "But it's just one person, so it's alright. I'll steam two more steamed buns."
"Auntie." The children appeared in the car at some point and stood in a row.
The one who spoke was Fang Heng, who had grown much taller.
Zhang Xianglian trembled, dropping the shovel from her hand, tears welling in her eyes. "It's Xiao Heng, Xiao Heng is back. Two steamed buns aren't enough, we need to add four more."
As soon as she finished speaking, eight Jiangs came panting after her, shouting in unison, "Auntie!"
Behind them were four more guards wielding swords.
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