Chapter 45: The Bamboo Beater Has Arrived

  These days, Mu Tian has been paying attention to Zhi Xiao's every move. The other day, he told her about the various unfavorable rumors that were circulating in the village below, and at first, he was hoping she would go down the mountain like last time and do something, just like how Zhi Xiao usually likes to be a fearless heroine, immediately rushing down the mountain, scolding those villagers who spread rumors and gossip about her.

  But he waited and waited, even knowing where she was going, he followed her for a while, but didn't see any action from her.

  How could she have known that this time she would swallow her anger, if it had been in the past, she would have already vented out her discontent.

  So Mochen thought about it and after waiting for a few days, he originally wanted to go down the mountain with Zhi Xiao to fight, but now it seems that he can only rely on himself.

  As soon as she entered the house, she saw him sitting in the inner room, silent and gloomy, with a deep and melancholic expression on his face. She knew what he was thinking about, and even recently her parents and Erni had been looking solemn, without mentioning anything to her.

  Coming to the desk, looking at the drawing paper that has been painted recently, seeing that the ink marks on it have dried up, putting it away, this still needs to be thought about before it can be done.

  Zhī xiǎo looked at her mother and then glanced towards the entrance and the pile of pumpkins that had accumulated in the house. Zhī xiǎo had an idea.

  ……

  The next day, Zhi Xiao finally agreed to let the few little ones follow Li and sell calabazas like last year.

  At this time, they knew that they were sitting in the carriage, Mu Tian and Liu Jian sat outside chatting, and the five of them rode a horse-drawn carriage to hurry into the city.

  The daughter looked out through the thin gauze curtain. The cries of hawkers, the sounds of haggling, the voices raised in argument over something, the sweet singing of women selling their wares, all sorts of sounds mixed together to form a beautiful picture.

  It's been ages since I've heard so many people's voices.

  The mother smiled gently at the children beside her, leaning against the car wall with a faint smile as they had fun, it was also good to take them out for a walk.

  The carriage moved along the street in the middle of the road, driven by Liu Jian's reins, and slowly proceeded with a docile black horse, choosing a busy street.

  At a street corner, there was an old policeman sitting idly in a teahouse-like place. Liu Jian got off his horse and walked over to him, nodding his head and asking him a few questions.

  The old official approached, looked at the goods in and behind the vehicle, reported a number, then Liu Jian paid some taxes, and under the gaze of the old official who was about to persuade him with a frown, they went forward to find a good stall.

  The family didn't notice his strange gaze, all excitedly thinking about selling off the goods they brought out today.

  It wasn't long before they found a stall and saw someone standing in front of it, with a fierce expression and shouting loudly:

  "Who allowed you to set up stalls here!"

  Knowing one line of five people, barely lifting their heads to look.

  All he saw was that the man wore a crisp and shiny official uniform, not tall but slightly fat, with a large knife at his waist, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He glared at them with anger in his eyes, scanning their bodies with a rough and loud voice, revealing a fierce aura on his angry face:

  "You dare to set up a stall here without saying a word to me? You're quite bold, I must say. Do you know who's in charge of this place?" As he spoke, he used his foot to kick those heavy baskets.

  He then said another foul word and spat on the ground with a look of disgust at them.

  Zhī xiǎo tīng de hái lèng le piān kè, hòu sìhū shì xiǎng dào shénme, nán dào zhè shì lái qiāo zhú gàng de?

  English Translation:

  The person who was listening was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, could it be that this is the one who came to knock on the bamboo fence?

  Could not help but look at several stalls around, only to see that they all shrank their heads and did not dare to speak much.

  There's no need to ask about the facts anymore, those who know already understand.

  ……