I couldn't be a good bandit, so I became a good citizen.

Zhang Baotang was stunned, while Sifeng burst out laughing.

"What do you mean, brother?" Zhang Baotang asked. He was a little confused.

"What it means is that she was caught by bandits, but she managed to convince them, and then told the officers and soldiers who came to rescue her that these bandits were not bandits, but mountain people who saved her." Sifeng said with a smile.

Zhang Baotang felt that these words were a tongue twister. After thinking about it, he finally understood what was going on and his expression was surprised again.

"Miss Jun is amazing. How did she do it?" he said with some excitement. "Maybe she cured the bandit leader's illness?"

Zhu Zan put away his father's letter and stood up straight.

"Never mind," he said.

"Then you don't have to worry about Miss Jun for now. She's protected by this group of good people." Sifeng said with a smile.

"There's no need to worry." Zhu Zan said, "Just let her harm these innocent people there."

I laughed out loud when I said this.

Zhang Baotang immediately smiled happily.

"Brother, you haven't laughed so happily in a long time." He said, "Miss Jun is really amazing."

It was just because she laughed that Zhu Zan immediately frowned.

"I'm laughing because of my dad's letter," he said, grinning again. "These guys are saying good things about my dad."

It was quite funny, and Zhang Baotang laughed again.

Anyway, it's quite funny. I finally heard some happy news these days.

"Miss Jun is also in Hebei West Road. Why not just let her go to see uncle?" He said with a flash of inspiration.

"Why let her meet my father!" Zhu Zan said with his eyes wide open.

Sifeng nodded aside.

"It's a bit too fast," he said seriously.

Before Zhang Baotang could react, Zhu Zan had already raised his arm and hit Sifeng, who dodged with a smile.

"I mean that uncle will definitely take good care of Miss Jun and won't let the Royal Guards touch her. It's safer with uncle." Zhang Baotang followed the two people who were walking forward with a smile and explained seriously.

"On what grounds?" Zhu Zan snorted, "My father doesn't owe her any money."

Zhang Baotang finally reacted this time and was stunned.

"So the reason you care so much about Miss Jun is because you owe her money," he said.

Sifeng immediately clapped his legs and laughed, and Zhu Zan made a "pooh" sound.

"Are you blind? Which eye of yours saw that I cared about her?" He glared at her and waved his hand in annoyance, "Get lost."

Having said that, he strode towards the stable.

Sifeng followed with laughter, while Zhang Baotang stood there touching his head.

"Which eye saw it?" he said to himself. "I saw it with both eyes."

…

Compared to the bustling racecourse, Huang Cheng's study seemed gloomy and deserted, even though there were four people standing in the room.

Huang Cheng sat in front of the desk and looked at the letter placed on it. The corners of his eyes and mouth were drooped, making him look even older and gloomier.

The room was completely silent, as if even breathing had stopped.

Suddenly Huang Cheng shouted loudly and reached out to overturn the tables in front of him.

There was a chaotic noise in the house.

The people standing around were also frightened and came back to life, looking at Huang Cheng.

For an elderly person with limited mobility, overturning a table is a very laborious task.

Huang Cheng was panting heavily and was staggering as if he was about to fall down. People rushed over from all around.

"Master," they called out, their voices tense and uneasy.

Huang Cheng did not fall down. He was supported by these people and pointed at the mess on the ground where several fallen cases were scattered.

"Are you bullying me for being old?" he shouted hoarsely, "Do you think my Huang family will be extinct?"

"Don't be angry, old man."

"Master, let's take a long-term view."

"Master, let's wait and see."

"Perhaps Chengguo bribed them."

The men who were supporting him gave him advice.

Huang Cheng sneered.

"Bribery. It would be fine if it was bribery at other times," he said, "but this time, the Imperial Guard went there in person. For Your Majesty, no one can bribe the Imperial Guard."

The people around were silent for a while.

"It's all the Jin Man's fault," a man said with a sigh, "We've been living in peace for too long, and we're really scared."

"Yes, even His Majesty is afraid that the Jin army will come to the capital again." Another man said, "Now we can't leave Duke Cheng."

Huang Cheng looked gloomy.

"Without Zhu Shan, will the Great Zhou Dynasty perish?" he said, "Without Zhu the Butcher, will people in the world not be able to eat pork?"

Everyone present looked at each other.

"There are many good generals in this world." A man nodded and said, "But in the north, Zhu Shan has absolute power, and other generals are suppressed and have difficulty making a name for themselves."

"Yes, we sent so many people there, but they were all suppressed by Zhushan's people." Another man said, "It's really annoying."

"We finally had a chance to teach Zhu Shan a lesson, but the result is..." Everyone said, looking at the scattered letters on the ground, "So many people are saying good things, and at this time..."

It seems that Zhu Shan can only escape once again.

No one said this aloud, but everyone knew it in their hearts.

Huang Cheng knew it better. He stood there panting like a bellows, his face becoming uglier and uglier.

He suddenly pushed away the person who was supporting him, limped forward a few steps, stood on the messy ground, and stepped hard on a piece of letter paper.

"I'm not dead yet," he said fiercely. "I'm not dead yet."

…

As dusk fell, the towering shadows of the Qingshan Mountains enveloped the entire mountain village.

"Miss."

Liu'er's shouting came from the foot of the mountain. Miss Jun, who was standing in the yard, put away her notebook and looked at the woman busy in the stove.

"Auntie, I'm going back." She said, as if a guest was saying goodbye, without any embarrassment or disappointment of standing here all day.

The woman turned and looked at her and smiled.

"Goodbye, Miss Jun," she said, without any annoyance or irritation of being pestered, nor did she warn him not to come again, as if nothing had happened and she didn't care about anything.

Miss Jun bowed and turned away. Liu'er had already taken it and glanced at the woman over here, pouting with a bit of displeasure, but she naturally would not object to anything that made the young lady happy.

"Miss, are you tired?" She supported Miss Jun attentively, "Just bring a small stool with you as I said. It's the same whether you sit or stand."

Miss Jun smiled.

"How can sitting and standing be the same?" she said, "Otherwise there is only "standing in the snow outside the teacher's door", but no one has ever heard of "sitting in the snow outside the teacher's door."

Liu'er's eyes rolled around.

"But I think it's more powerful to sit in the snow." She said, reaching out to touch her buttocks and shivering. "It's so cold."

Miss Jun laughed out loud.

"Yes, sitting in the snow is more powerful," she said, "and the original intention of standing in the snow is not to appear powerful, but to be respectful. If you are too powerful, it is not respectful, but intimidating."

She sighed softly when she said this. Although she did not cry or beg, it was intimidating for the teacher's wife to have him standing in front of her every day.

She stroked Liu'er's head.

"Liu'er is right, sitting is the same as standing." She nodded.

Really? Is she right? Liu Er was confused, but being praised by a young lady was always a good thing. She smiled with a bit of pride, holding Miss Jun's hand and taking brisk steps.

Although there is no evidence now, both she and the people here are certain in their hearts that Zhang Qingshan is Zhao Zhiyi, and this lady Xiao and the girl are the master's wife and daughter.

I don’t know what happened at the time that made Aunt Xiao so resentful.

No matter what happened, it is normal for a man to feel resentful after leaving his wife for more than ten years.

Miss Jun sighed. As the saying goes, a son pays for his father's debts. So, she would be the one to bear and resolve the resentment of these people on behalf of her master.

But how can we resolve it? What can we do?