The broken basket, the melons and fruits scattered on the ground, the blood marks on the woman’s forehead
The second-generation ancestors riding horses behind them also turned a blind eye to this, as if the scene in front of them was invisible. They all rode past with laughter and joy, full of joy of riding horses in the spring.
"Mother, mother," the **-year-old girl hugged her younger brother and cried, helping the woman up. Then she glared hatefully at the instigator who rode away, bit her lip and cursed, "None of these black-hearted bastards are good.
thing."
"Nanny, hurry up, shut up, don't let these people hear it. We can't afford to offend you." The woman with a bleeding forehead quickly covered her daughter's mouth with her hands, and her face was full of worry. In her opinion, she was already lucky.
That's right, at least those second-generation ancestors didn't hold them responsible for blocking the road.
The people around me also changed their expressions, became worried, and reminded the little girl to stop scolding. We are the ones who suffer the consequences of offending these second-generation officials. Now they have not held you responsible for blocking the road, thank God.
Although the little girl closed her mouth, she still stubbornly glared at the noble men riding horses. The woman worriedly pulled the little girl and asked her to stop staring at those second-generation officials, for fear of getting into trouble.
But the little girl was very stubborn. No matter how the woman tried to persuade her, she stubbornly stared at those people, as if she wanted to write them down.
One horse passed by after another, and the little girl stared stubbornly and took note.
Just as the woman was persuading the little girl, she suddenly felt silence around her. Everyone who was around them all moved away from them and looked at them worriedly.
Looking at the glances of the people around them, the woman and the little girl seemed to understand something. When they turned their heads, they saw a shadow. When they looked up, they saw an elegant young man who looked like he was only about fifteen years old slowly approaching.
The horse stopped in front of them, then turned over and got off the horse. It was Zhu Pingan.
To the little girl, this man wearing a sapphire blue arrow-sleeved samurai uniform looked like the honest and honest Er Niu brother from his neighbor.
However, a person as good as Brother Erniu can never be compared to such a sinister bastard.
When the women saw Zhu Pingan slowly stopping his horse in front of them, they were so frightened that they trembled. They thought that Zhu Pingan heard her daughter's curse or saw her daughter staring at them. Then they thought in their hearts that Zhu Pingan was...
I came here to ask questions.
"Sir, I'm sorry that these ignorant women have offended you." The woman was so frightened that she trembled all over and apologized, kowtowing at the same time.
"Mother", the little girl pulled the woman and glared at Zhu Pingan fiercely.
It's obviously all these people's fault. Why do we need to apologize, why do we need to kowtow to them! It's not allowed on this street. Horses hid on the side of the road, but they even rode their horses into us and knocked us down. Why should we?
We apologize!
Is there any justice? So the little girl glared at Zhu Pingan with hatred, bit her lip, like an angry little lion, and seemed to pounce on Zhu Pingan and take two bites in the next second.
Meat.
In the blink of an eye, just when the woman was tremblingly apologizing and about to kowtow, Zhu Pingan, who was wearing a royal blue warrior uniform, helped the woman up first. In order to avoid suspicion, he wrapped his hands with his sleeves.
"It's our turn to say sorry. I'm sorry, sister-in-law." Zhu Ping'an said apologetically, and then bowed his hands to the crowd around him.
Huh? He was actually apologizing. Did I hear it correctly? The people around him were very surprised and could hardly believe the scene before them.
Is this black-hearted bastard planning another bad idea? A few days ago, I heard from Sister Xiaoling, who works as a maid in a wealthy family next door, that some wealthy families are very perverted, and some like to bully little girls. This bad guy
Could it be that you are having such a disgusting idea?
Just thinking about it, the little girl looked at Zhu Pingan with even more hatred!
"Brother-in-law, what are you doing? Hurry up." Fatty Zhou's voice came from the front.
"Okay, here we come." Zhu Pingan said. Then he put his hand into his sleeve, took out about two taels of broken silver, put it into the hand of the little girl with a strange look on the side, and then got on his horse.
"I apologize to you on behalf of the friends in front of you. My little sister, please take your mother to the medical clinic in front of you to get bandaged."
Zhu Pingan said something to the little girl on horseback, then rode forward to chase Fatty Zhou and the others.
Zhu Ping'an compensated the women and children for the people in front. He had no special purpose, but he couldn't bear to see them suffer pain and loss. Especially when he saw the fruits rolling down outside the basket, he always thought of the time he spent in Xiahe Village when he was a child.
When I went to town with Father Zhu and Mrs. Chen to sell wild game.
Of course, Zhu Ping'an didn't pretend to be a fat man and spend a fortune. He just gave them two taels of silver. But two taels of silver was quite a lot for the farmers. It was enough to compensate them for their losses. There must be a lot left over.
Two taels of silver can be considered an unexpected gain for them.
Zhu Ping'an didn't think much and rode away.
The bad guy actually lost money? And he didn't ask for anything? Isn't this true? I must be dreaming!!! The little girl looked at the broken silver in her hand and couldn't believe it. She opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Mouth.
Not only did the second-generation official not pursue any further questions, he even gave him the money. Isn’t this silver worth two taels? The woman was also shocked. Looking at the broken silver in the little girl’s hand, she couldn’t help but reach out and pinch herself secretly.
, this is actually real, not a dream!
The people around them who were originally worried about women now envied them again.
Although the basket was knocked out of shape, it was still in good shape after a little repair, and the fruits and vegetables that rolled out were picked up and sold as usual. In addition, although the woman's forehead was bleeding, it was obvious that she had scratched her skin at a glance.
, apply a little medicine and it will be cured the next day. These women and children are lucky enough to meet a noble person.
That noble man paid a full two taels of silver. Why, it wasn't me who hit him? Many onlookers couldn't help but sigh like this when they saw this.
"You are so lucky to have met a noble person." The onlookers said with emotion while helping the women and others pick up vegetables.
"That's right, his eldest sister needs to be careful in the future. This noble man is not someone you can meet casually. You should be very careful next time you go into the city. If you encounter this kind of situation again, hide as far as you can."
When people were feeling emotional, they were also reminding them to be more careful when entering the city in the future.
"Hey, do you think that noble young master looks like the number one scholar who rode a horse and boasted all over the street some time ago?" Someone said suddenly.
"No, but when you say that, I think it's a bit similar. Last time I stood in this position and watched the No. 1 pick boasting about the street." Someone also touched his chin and started thinking.
"Pull him down, the number one scholar is much more handsome than this noble young man. The number one scholar is a Wenquxing descended from the earth." An aunt said categorically, "I saw it with my own eyes last time. Not to mention how handsome he is."
"Hahaha, yes, last time I thought the champion was young and handsome." Everyone nodded and agreed with the aunt's conclusion.
Slowly, the women, carrying baskets and their children, thanked everyone and left. The street became lively again, and it was impossible to tell that there had been any incidents of riding horses hitting people here. (To be continued.)