Zhao Dahai and Zhao Xiangbei quickly stepped forward to help him up, "Grandpa, are you injured?"
Zhao Dahai noticed that red blood was seeping from the old man's ankle, and it looked quite serious.
He Tiantian frowned when she saw this. The old man was alone and injured, so he probably couldn't walk.
"Sigh, I'm getting old and useless. I accidentally bumped into a rock when I fell just now," Xu Qingyun said, frowning.
He Tiantian noticed that the luggage next to the old man had also spilled out, and several books had fallen out of it.
Her eyes lit up, and after thinking for a moment, she asked, "Mr. Xu, would you be willing to come back to Changfeng Village with us? You can't leave now, but we have a horse-drawn carriage."
Xu Qingyun was somewhat surprised, "Madam, how did you know I was a gentleman?"
He Tiantian smiled and pointed to a few books scattered around her.
"You are so courteous, and even in your impoverished state you still carry books with you. I guess you are probably a schoolteacher."
Xu Qingyun nodded, her voice filled with bitterness.
"These days, people can't even survive, so who needs a teacher? Nobody reads, nobody reads..."
He Tiantian gestured for Zhao Dahai to tidy up the bundle on the ground, and then asked, "Mr. Xu, if you don't mind, you can come back to the village with us. The children in our village really need a teacher to teach them to read and write."
Xu Qingyun didn't refuse. Anyway, he was an old man with no family, so it was the same wherever he went.
Zhao Dahai and Zhao Xiangbei carried Mr. Xu onto the carriage. The carriage was spacious enough for another person to sit in.
The car arrived at Changfeng Village around noon.
Zhao Tingzhang was chatting and enjoying the cool shade under the old locust tree at the village entrance with several elderly villagers.
Several old men were gathered together, smoking their pipes and puffing out clouds of smoke.
The carriage of He Tiantian's family came clattering from afar, and an old man glanced at it enviously.
"Chief, your son Dahai is really something. Driving a horse-drawn carriage isn't something just anyone can do."
Zhao Tingzhang said with a proud look, "Of course, my eldest son is just like me, he's smart. He can learn anything after seeing it only once."
"Hey... isn't that Old Zhao's daughter-in-law? I heard she bought this carriage; it must have cost a lot of money."
Zhao Tingzhang glanced at him and said, "What do you mean by 'Old Zhao's wife'? He Shi has absolutely no relation to the Old Zhao family anymore. From now on, just call her He Shi, or Wanzi's mother. That would be more appropriate."
The other old men clicked their tongues and remained silent.
The carriage stopped beside the old locust tree, and Zhao Dahai jumped off.
"Father, Sixth Uncle, and other uncles, hello." Zhao Dahai greeted them one by one.
Zhao Xiangbei, who was behind, also got out of the car and called for help.
He Tiantian was the only one who wasn't familiar with these old men, so she didn't know what to call them.
She smiled apologetically, which she took as a greeting.
When the old men saw the little girl in He Tiantian's arms, they couldn't help but praise, "Oh my, this little girl is really pretty."
"This is probably the place in our Changfeng Village where you can see the most girls."
Only Zhao, the pavilion chief, noticed the unfamiliar faces in the carriage.
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