“You still say you’re not from the imperial court, but now you’re trying to trick us into coming down the mountain. We don’t need that.”
As he was about to close the door, Fang Qing quickly stuck one foot in to stop him.
“Wait, I know Ma Family Village has its own rules, but so many years have passed. Don’t you want to go out and see the world? Even if not for your own sake, you should think about the children. They deserve to go to school, to learn to read and write, and to see a different world…”
“We’re doing very well up in the mountains and don’t need to interact with the outside world. You can leave now. We’ll be setting traps on the way up the mountain, so don’t come back.”
"Chief, I don't really know much about Ma Family Village, but I'm sure there aren't any decent doctors in the village, otherwise Old Man Zhong wouldn't be carrying grain down the mountain to buy medicine at his age."
The chieftain suddenly looked at Old Zhong.
"You agree with her idea? Don't forget, you and your grandson only came to our village to escape being hunted down. How many years have passed and you've already forgotten?"
Old Zhong hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped, which surprised Fang Qing.
The chieftain looked at Fang Qing again and said, "Although our village is not as good as the villages down the mountain, isn't this a paradise for those who seek refuge? From now on, I will not stop anyone from our village who wants to come down the mountain, but you should not interfere in the affairs of our village."
"We are very grateful for the grain seeds you received before. We will return them to you after the harvest."
"Need not……"
Before Fang Qing could finish speaking, the chieftain slammed the door shut.
Fang Qing sighed inwardly.
This task is probably impossible to complete.
Uncle Zhong invited Fang Qing home for dinner again.
It was lunchtime, and Fang Qing was too tired to go down the mountain, so she went to Uncle Zhong's house with him.
Fang Qing helped with the cooking, and the four of them made three dishes. Old Zhong wanted to kill a chicken, but Fang Qing refused.
Fang Qing noticed during the meal that even though they were eating the simplest food and sitting in a drafty thatched hut, the two old men, Zhong and his grandson, exuded a very different aura.
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