Fusu said kindly, "Village Chief, what are you doing out here? It's cold outside, please come inside."
The village chief waved his hand, "Indeed, young master, please come in."
The group escorted Fusu toward the village.
"Brother Fusu!"
A sound like a wind chime rang out, and a girl in a light pink dress gracefully flew over, like a butterfly fluttering into Fusu's arms.
She was slender, with two braids in her hair, and looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. Her long eyelashes trembled, and her large eyes were full of intelligence.
The old village chief's face darkened. "Xiaoya! What kind of behavior is this in front of everyone!"
The girl looked at the old village chief and smiled mischievously, "I'm just happy!"
Fusu bent down, reached out and patted the girl's head, his smile gentle, "Xiaoya, it's been a long time!"
Inside the room, Fusu sat down, and the old village chief sat opposite him.
The old village chief looked at Fusu, "Young master, was everything alright when you returned?"
Fu Su nodded slightly, "Thank you for your concern, Village Chief. Everything is fine!"
The old village chief smiled kindly, "It's good that you're alright. Everyone was quite worried about you after you left, young master."
The people standing beside him all stared intently at Fusu.
A burly man with a dark complexion joked, "Yes, Xiaoya was saying that if you don't come back in three days, she'll go looking for you, afraid that something might have happened to you."
The girl blushed. "Zhang Kui, what nonsense are you talking about? I didn't do it!"
Zhang Kui, with a cheeky grin, mimicked Xiao Ya's voice and started to say, "What if Brother Fusu gets carried away by a tiger? What if he encounters bandits? How can anyone not worry?"
His two sentences made everyone burst into laughter.
The girl's face flushed red as she hurriedly fled, shouting, "I'm not talking to you anymore!"
Xiaoya went out, and the room became quiet. Fusu looked at the old village chief and said, "By the way, the food should be almost gone, right? I brought some back!"
The old village chief's expression shifted slightly, and he looked at Fusu with eyes full of gratitude. "Thank you, young master!"
Fusu added, "The weather is getting cold, and there are still a lot of clothes outside. Please help us take them."
Those around him were overjoyed and exclaimed repeatedly, "Thank you, young master! Thank you, young master!"
Outside the village, Fusu watched the figures of people carrying supplies, and a voice rang in his mind.
"What a pity! In the end, my brother was killed by the very person he had helped!"
It was the little guy's voice.
Fu Su's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the villagers, then shook his head. "They're really crazy to connect these poor people with that sentence."
These are all people who lost their homes due to the invasion of the Xiongnu; each one of them is extremely pitiful.
And he is kind.
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