After the girl and the others escorted Zhu Ping'an away, all the students in the mountain temple became strong and unyielding, with their hearts shining in history. Although they did not have the strength to move, they all burst out accusingly:
"You thief, don't run away if you dare..."
"Don't leave, witch. Fight me for another three hundred rounds..."
"This woman is so shameless and disgraceful. She should be thrown into a pig cage!"
The students in the mountain temple also had a different mentality. Although everyone had all their property looted, only about half of the more than ten students had their right hands bleed by the girl's revengeful stepping on them. Those students who were not stepped on were secretly happy.
What about those students who were trampled and bleeding
"Ahem, although I am not talented, I have some knowledge of medicine. Observing the pain in my hand, I boldly guess that the injury has not yet reached the bone. Apply a little ointment and it will heal within ten days."
A student who was trampled and bleeding leaned against a pillar. Although the tears on his face were still wet, he spoke with full confidence and felt that he was well-educated.
Uncle Zhu Shouren and several other students whose bodies were trampled and bleeding were overjoyed when they heard this. It would only take ten days to heal. There was still more than a month before the boy's exam. They all turned their heads to look at the man and sighed, "Brother Wang is so talented! We are not as good as him."
"Ahem, there's a sequence in learning, and everyone has their own specialization." The man surnamed Wang wanted to stroke his beard with his hand, but he was embarrassed to find that his limbs were weak and he couldn't move. He could only cough dryly twice. His hands couldn't move, and his face was filled with an expression of disbelief.
"Although we are miserable, it is not as miserable as Brother Zhu's nephew. He was captured by the evil woman and must have suffered physical pain." A student who was trampled and bleeding suddenly found someone who was more miserable than himself, and was busy sharing it with everyone.
As a result, those who were stepped on and those who were not stepped on felt more balanced, and some people even comforted Uncle Zhu Shouren.
"It's okay. The evil woman thief only wanted to steal money. Although my nephew will suffer some physical pain, his life will not be in danger. Mencius said: Therefore, when Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility on a man, it must first make his mind and will suffer, his muscles and bones tired, his body hungry and empty, and his actions frustrated. This is a disaster for my nephew, and good and bad are interdependent."
Although Uncle Zhu Shouren's tears and snot were still on his face, he looked far-sighted and wise at this moment.
Uncle Zhu Shouren's words and his broad-minded attitude of not caring about anything attracted great admiration from the students.
After a while, a student suddenly sighed and said: What happens here is not something that can be told to outsiders!
Then everyone responded immediately, which basically meant: No one is allowed to tell anyone about this. We were fooled by a witch. It's shameful. No one is allowed to tell anyone. Come on, let's swear. Whoever tells the truth will be against all of us. Even if that stupid boy Zhu Ping'an said it, we are not allowed to admit it. We all say he is lying.
After experiencing the hardships, the students seemed to have become more connected. Although everyone had lost the money they had used to go to the county town for the exam, the wealthy students said they could ask their servants to go home and get some money for emergencies, and they would pay it back slowly later.
Then the atmosphere in the mountain temple became cheerful again. Everyone was just waiting for the effect of the cartilage powder to wear off before happily setting out on the journey to the county town for the exam.
There was a lot of open-minded laughter in the mountain temple, but Zhu Ping'an was not in the same mood. His hands were tied, and if he walked a little slower with his bag on his back, he would be pushed.
"Why are you still carrying that junk, you silly boy? We've taken all the valuable things..." The man who was in charge of guarding Zhu Ping'an thought that Zhu Ping'an was walking too slowly and pushed him again.
Zhu Ping'an staggered a few steps, turned back and looked at him harmlessly again, and answered with a naive look on his face, "The valuables on me were taken by you heroes, so I have to hold on to this. My family is poor, and this bag and bedding was made by my mother after a long time of hard work."
"You are not honest. I have found more than ten taels of silver on you, and you still dare to say that your family is poor!"
As soon as Zhu Ping'an finished speaking, the man slapped Zhu Ping'an on the head again, cursing at him.
The girl didn't care about this. She was just curious about how Zhu Ping'an could see through her disguise. She didn't care about anything else. She would wait until they got there and ask him questions. If he was satisfied with her answers, she would let him go. If he was not satisfied with her answers, she would beat him up and then let him go. Anyway, she had no good feelings towards these scholars.
Damn, I'm really going to remember you this time. Zhu Ping'an looked back at the man again. He was harmless.
After walking for about half an hour, Zhu Pingan was brought by the girl to a shed that seemed to be used by hunters at the foot of the mountain to rest during the winter. The shed was well decorated, with temporary furniture and daily necessities, but winter was coming to an end and the hunters were not using it for the time being.
As soon as Zhu Ping'an entered the room, the man in charge of guarding him pushed him hard, as if to show his power. Zhu Ping'an was pushed to the ground. Fortunately, he had a bag on his back, so he didn't suffer too much. However, it was enough for Zhu Ping'an to look at him harmlessly.
"That's good, young master. We made so much money this time. When the old master and his men come over, they will definitely praise us."
A man respectfully put the looted money into a coin basket and handed it to the girl respectfully.
The girl took it and threw it on the table. She thought for a moment and said, "You three go hunt some rabbits and pheasants and roast them. We don't know when father and his friends will arrive. Those people in the temple were so sour and disgusting. We didn't eat anything."
"Okay, young master, just wait." The three men who were called heard that they were going to eat barbecue, and remembered that they had robbed a jar of good wine, so they smiled happily and took the order.
There were two men left in the room to guard Zhu Ping'an, which showed that the girl was still very cautious.
"Little brother, tell me how you figured it out."
The girl pulled a chair over and sat in front of Zhu Ping'an, and asked with a smile, the delicate dagger flying up and down in her slender little hand with white skin like jade.
Zhu Pingan raised his head, revealing a simple and honest face. He seemed to be very afraid of the dagger in the girl's hand. He swallowed his saliva before speaking:
"I think it would be better to shout 'Yamedie, Yamedie' instead of 'Help, help'."
"What is a Yamete?"
The girl frowned, full of doubt, and her star-like eyes flashed with a cold light.
"Oh, the Yamete is a kind of butterfly that lives in the mountains. It makes a sound when it flies. We caught one in our village a long time ago. Over time, the villagers use the word "Yamete" to mean "no."
Zhu Ping'an looked at the girl very seriously, his words seemed to be very certain.