"You have no idea how those people were making a fuss just now. They were noisy for an hour, and I didn't understand a word they were saying. I was nearly exasperated by them."
Thinking that he, a scholar, had to take on the posture of a warrior was quite amusing to him.
"In the end, it was my father and I who managed to trick them into leaving."
"You both worked hard."
Lin Caisang said comfortingly.
"Sang'er, that man is Grand General Zhi."
Ya Molian pointed at a man dressed in black clothes and said to Lin Caisang.
Lin Caisang looked over and saw a man in his early thirties, protecting a woman wearing a bamboo hat, standing not far away. She guessed that the woman he was protecting must be his wife?
Unlike others who were waiting with a belly full of complaints and faces filled with dissatisfaction, Zhi Lingyang seemed to be waiting patiently, showing no sign of hurry.
"Brother Yulang, come over here." Lin Caisang waved at Zeng Yulang.
"Miss Lang, what can I do for you?"
