Jiang Sheng tightened the reins in his hand, the horse stopped, and nodded: "Okay, Yang Er, go and take a look. If it's an ordinary citizen, it won't hurt to help."
Yang Er nodded, steered his horse towards the direction of the sound, dismounted, and approached the ditch on the side of the road with caution.
When the old man saw someone coming, he quickly stretched out his hand for help.
"Please, sir, save me. I'm not a bad person. I'm the village chief of Wangjiatun. Today, I was going to the market in the next village. I encountered a carriage on the road and accidentally fell down."
Jiang Sheng also arrived at the roadside. He frowned slightly when he heard this. Looking at the old man's pale face, he could tell that he had been in the ravine for quite some time.
"Yang Er, hurry up and rescue the people."
Wang Yi's eyes reddened upon hearing this, and he choked up and said, "Thank you so much, benefactor."
Soon the old man was pulled up, his clothes were almost soaked, and he was shivering with cold, his voice trembling a little: "Thank you very much, benefactor. If I had stayed here for one night, I would have died."
Jiang Sheng said gently, "Grandpa, you said you fell down because you avoided the carriage, and the people in the carriage just walked away."
Wang Yi sighed and said helplessly, "Yes, that is Mr. Tang's carriage. He has always been domineering. No one cares even if I shout. I might even get beaten up."
"I wonder where you are going, my benefactors. It's getting dark. Why don't you go to Wangjiatun? I will treat you well."
"A-choo, A-choo~~~"
He is at this age and can tell whether a person is good or bad just by looking at him. Although these people have cold faces, they are not bad people if they can rescue him.
Jiang Sheng thought about it and decided it was okay. He just needed to find a place to stay. He smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll trouble you, Grandpa. I'll ride a horse to take you home."
"Thank you very much, benefactor."
"Haha, grandpa, just call me Yang Sheng."
Yang Er looked at the old man warily and said, "Sir, let me take them away. It's really inconvenient for you to carry the medicine box with you."
Jiang Sheng knew what he meant and nodded in agreement.
"Okay, let's set off right away."
Soon, several people arrived at the small village. They saw that the village was full of mud houses, with only one blue brick house, which looked a bit poor.
The old man got off the carriage and limped along. Noticing their gazes towards the village, he sighed, "You don't know, our village was very wealthy in the past, but later..."
"Well, let's not talk about that. Everyone, please follow me. I am the village chief of Wangjiatun, and that blue brick house is my home."
Jiang Sheng was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the person he saved was actually the village chief. Looking at the inscription at the entrance of the village, this village also produced a juren.
Since this is a village that has produced a scholar, why did it end up like this...? I wonder what happened to cause this.
Yang Er carried the old man on his back and walked in the direction he pointed. He stood at the door and raised his hand to knock. Soon the door opened and a dark-skinned man looked at them.
After seeing his grandfather clearly, his eyes lit up: "Grandfather, you are finally back. We were so worried and couldn't find you even though we went looking for you."
Wang Yi nodded. He was probably unconscious at that time.
He simply explained the situation and whispered, "Dashan, why don't you invite the benefactor in quickly? Have your grandma kill the chickens at home and treat him well."
Wang Dashan seemed to be hesitant to speak, but he nodded and said, "Okay, everyone, please follow me. I'll ask my wife to clean up the room, and you can stay at home tonight."
"Sorry to bother you. Please accept these two taels of silver. It will cover your accommodation and food here."
"No, no, you saved my grandfather, so you are the benefactors of my Wang family. How can I ask you for money? I absolutely cannot accept this."
Jiang Sheng saw that they seemed to be living in poverty, so he thought that he couldn't take advantage of them. However, he didn't expect that this farmer was so stubborn.
Wang Dashan called out and asked someone to clean the room, then carried his grandfather into the house and changed him into clean clothes.
The old woman came out with tea. Looking at the elegantly dressed people, she knew they were not ordinary people. She said a little awkwardly, "Farmers don't have good tea. I hope you can forgive me for my inconvenience."
"Haha, it's okay. We can just drink some water."
The old woman took out the melon seeds and rice cakes she had bought at home, which were the best things in their family. She took a knife and went to catch and kill a chicken to entertain the guests.
Jiang Sheng looked around the entire yard. The yard was quite large. There were a few chickens and ducks raised around the corner on one side, and vegetables planted on the other side. The green color looked very pleasing to the eye.
"Sir, I'll go out and take a look first."
"Okay, be careful and don't get into conflict with the villagers."
"yes."
Jiang Sheng sat on a stool, looking at the old woman who was struggling to kill the chicken, and winked at her: "Yang San, go kill the chicken, and the rest of you, come with me up the mountain."
"...Sir, do you want to go hunting?"
"Yes, if they don't want silver, we won't be able to eat and drink here. We might as well go up the mountain and hunt for them. Naturally, there's no reason not to accept it."
Yang Si and Yang Wu nodded, and felt more and more that the young master was very kind and unwilling to take even a penny from the people. They quickly left and went up the mountain.
Not long after, several people came down the mountain carrying wild boars, rabbits and pheasants. The villagers were stunned and could not help but follow behind them and watch curiously.
Seeing them enter the village chief's house, they whispered, "Who are they? When did the village chief have such powerful relatives? Are those animals in the mountains so easy to hunt?"
"...That's impossible. The last time Da Kui went into the mountains, he injured his leg. It depends on the person. I think they all seem to have high martial arts skills."
"Let's go and join in the fun."
Old Wang and his family stood in the yard, dumbfounded by the prey being carried in. They stared at them with wide eyes, stammering and unable to speak.
Wang Yi took a deep breath and said cautiously, "My benefactor, why did you go hunting? It's so dangerous. There are big cats in the mountains."
Jiang Sheng smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "Grandpa, we don't need to pay for our food and lodging at your house. I feel embarrassed to eat and drink for free, so I thought of going hunting for some prey."
"This wild boar weighs about 300 pounds. We can't finish it even with just a few of us. Why don't we kill it and share it with the villagers? It's been a nuisance for the past two days."
The villagers gathered at the doorway were delighted when they heard this. They hurried in and shouted, "Village Chief, we have some cured meat. We'll bring it to treat our distinguished guests later."
Everyone was talking at once, completely forgetting that they were here to watch the fun. They just thought that these people were so nice that they were willing to share the wild boar with them.
They haven't tasted meat for a long time. It's so good, so good.
Wang Yi didn't know what to say when he saw this, so he just called all the villagers over to prepare the pig-killing dishes together. This preparation took half a day, and the village became lively for a rare time.
Different from the dull and depressing atmosphere of the past, everyone had a happy look on their face, and the little kids were jumping around, and the sound of their giggles could be heard.
Jiang Sheng looked at him and his eyebrows curved, a smile appeared on his face.
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