"Since Officer Xing has let you go, then there's nothing to worry about. I doubt that kid would dare to cause you any trouble."
After patiently listening to his grandson recount the whole story, the old man's expression immediately relaxed; he had thought his grandson had gotten into some serious trouble.
"However, don't do it again next time. Although that bastard does terrible things, you are still just a child. No matter what, it's not your place to discipline him."
"That guy just needs to be taught a lesson."
Feng Bingwen responded in this way.
"You're just a child!"
The old man reiterated helplessly.
"He is no match for me."
Feng Bingwen looked confident. The source of his power was perfectly legitimate. Even if ghosts and gods wanted to investigate, they could only sigh that he was blessed with good fortune and could not find any fault with it.
So when he encountered a constable testing him on his way home from school, he showed off a little, but it seems he didn't control his strength and broke his hand bone.
"Why are you so competitive and argumentative, child? Have you forgotten all the lessons I've taught you?"
When Feng Lingjun saw that his grandson was so "disobedient", he immediately began to lecture Feng Bingwen, quoting classics and saying endlessly. Feng Bingwen did not argue, but just lowered his head and obediently accepted it.
In the old man's eyes, he was just a child. The old man didn't think he had done anything wrong by beating up a thug who was harassing a respectable woman in the street; he was just worried that the boy might get hurt.
Feng Lingjun spoke for a while, and seeing that his grandson remained silent, he assumed that his grandson had taken some of what he said to heart, so he waved his hand.
"As the sage said, a wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall. Don't do that anymore. Go and review what the teacher taught today!"
"yes."
Feng Bingwen verbally agreed, but he was already thinking about it in his heart.
Record of good deeds
Punish evil deeds! Reap good deeds!
Judging from his current merits, even ten merits wouldn't be considered a lot, but it was only earned by the stool he threw. Most importantly, this scoundrel is still alive.
This means he can swat... ah, no, that scoundrel who spouts filthy swears is obviously no good person and needs a powerful figure to educate him repeatedly in a special way.
"Perhaps, such people are the greatest source of my good deeds, and I should not focus my attention on ghosts!"
So, early the next morning, after making breakfast, Feng Bingwen picked up his schoolbag and excitedly headed to the county town.
After finishing his morning classes, around noon, Feng Bingwen pulled a hard, dry flatbread from his small schoolbag. This was his lunch, which looked meager, but it was oily and greasy.
However, before Feng Bingwen could even take a bite of the fried dough, he saw an old woman who was responsible for sweeping the academy walk into the schoolroom, open her voice, and shout...
"Who is Feng Bingwen? Your mother brought you food; she's just outside the school. Go quickly!"
"My mother?"
Feng Bingwen, holding the fried dough, looked bewildered. His mother had long since gone to the prefectural city with his father. How could she possibly come back during this time of year, when it's neither a New Year nor a festival, and bring him food?
"That's me."
Although he found it strange, Feng Bingwen still stood up and rewrapped his fried dough.
"Go quickly, your mother brought you lots of delicious food, it smells so good."
Feng Bingwen felt something was off, but he responded anyway and hurried out of the school. When he arrived at the school gate, he saw a graceful young woman carrying a vermilion food box under the archway in front of the school, looking towards the gate with a slightly nervous expression.
The woman had slender shoulders and a narrow waist, a tall and graceful figure, an oval face, beautiful eyes and delicate eyebrows, and her black hair was loosely tied behind her back with a hairpin. She was dressed simply, but her outstanding appearance made passersby keep looking at her.
Upon seeing this woman, whose appearance was simple yet radiant, Feng Bingwen recognized her immediately and understood what was going on.
"You're impersonating my mother?"
Feng Bingwen approached the woman and, before she could speak, began to question her.
"No, I didn't."
Wen Huashang, who was still pondering what she should say, was suddenly stunned and quickly denied it.
“My little benefactor, you’ve misunderstood. You helped me beat up Hu Er yesterday, so I was thinking of bringing you some food today. But I don’t think I explained it clearly just now, which caused a misunderstanding. If I’ve caused you any trouble, please forgive me.”
As Wen Huashang said these words, she also felt a little strange. Because the child standing in front of her was not even eight years old.
The most ridiculous thing is that when she was harassed and teased by that thug yesterday and felt utterly helpless, among all the pedestrians on the street, only this child stepped in to help her.
Although the other party left after smashing the items, she couldn't just do nothing. So, after thinking about it all night, she got up early today to make some pastries and brought them over at lunchtime.
Fortunately, the other party was just a child who was not yet able to have sex, otherwise, who knows what kind of rumors would spread about her actions, and even her husband's family would probably come to cause her trouble.
"I see!"
Upon hearing the explanation, Feng Bingwen was not surprised. He nodded and naturally reached out to take the food box from the young woman's hand.
He didn't offer this yesterday for any reward, but since they kindly sent it over, he could accept it without any guilt.
Refusing would be too hypocritical. If he remembered correctly, the person in question ran a pastry shop. He had been in this world for over seven years, and his mouth was practically parched.
"Thank you!"
Carrying the food box and feeling its heavy weight, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but reveal a bright and innocent smile.
"I should be the one thanking you!"
Wen Huashang bowed slightly, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside her.
"I'll go in first then. I'll bring you this lunchbox after school, okay?"
Feng Bingwen suggested.
"Please go ahead, my little benefactor."
Wen Huashang hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry, I won't break it for you."
Feng Bingwen looked at the vermilion-lacquered lunchbox and assured him.
He didn't know how valuable lacquerware was.
However, true luxury goods do not need lengthy descriptions or endorsements from famous figures. Even ordinary people who have never seen them before know at first glance that they are very expensive and that they probably cannot afford them even if they go bankrupt.
"Oh, right."
Feng Bingwen, carrying a food box, stood at the school gate, turning back to look at the young woman.
"Has Hu Er paid back the money he owed on credit?"
"No."
Wen Huashang answered subconsciously, but she quickly realized her mistake and hurriedly said,
"I don't care about this little bit of money, as long as he doesn't bother me while I'm doing business."
"oh."
Feng Bingwen nodded thoughtfully, his smile widening.
"I'm all right now, boss lady, take care!"
"I hope my pastries will satisfy you, my little benefactor."
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