Luo Xi looked at the chipped machete in her hand, hesitated for a moment, but still accepted it.
However, after fiddling with her bag for a while, she pulled out a bag and stuffed it into the old man's hand: "Give that child something to eat, he... seems to be starving."
The old man didn't want to take it, but seeing his grandson swallowing hard, he accepted it with tears in his eyes: "Thank you! Thank you!"
After Luo Xi left, one of the young women asked in confusion, "Father, we don't have many weapons to begin with, why did you give her a knife?"
The old man handed the bag that Luo Xi had given him to his wife, gently patted his daughter's head, and said with heartache, "Seeing her reminds me of your eldest sister. If she had had a knife like this in her hand back then, would she not have been kidnapped by the bandits of Jiuqu Village?"
The young woman paused for a moment, recalling the women she had encountered a few days ago who had escaped from Jiuqu Village. They said they had seen her eldest sister, but... she had already hanged herself.
“Father, you did the right thing,” she murmured.
Just then, the aunt who had just opened the bag let out a gasp.
"What's wrong, old woman?" the old man asked, looking over.
The aunt didn't reply to him. Instead, she knelt down with a thud and kowtowed heavily in the direction Luo Xi had left: "This old woman wishes the kind young lady a safe journey and a long and blessed life!"
The old man was startled and quickly checked the bag. Inside, he found several steaming rice balls and a few strings of copper coins.
His calloused hands gripped the bag tightly as he muttered, "Not everyone in this world is a ruthless tyrant."
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