Chapter 40: Meeting, Why Must We Have Known Each Other Before?
The infant’s wailing was incredibly sharp, piercing through the air for a great distance.
Jiang Mianmian was truly terrified and began to cry.
“Wuwuwu, wuwuwu!”
She cried until she was gasping for air.
The scene from just moments ago had been truly terrifying; it started as a chaotic brawl, and later, it became her brother one-sidedly stabbing those two people.
“Wuwu!” So much blood, so much, so much blood.
Even a blood bank had never seen that much ready-to-use…
“Brother is here, Brother is here, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid.” When her brother, covered in blood, held her.
She cried even harder.
She didn’t know if it was out of lingering fear or relief.
When she finally fell into that familiar embrace, Jiang Mianmian wet herself.
The urine and feces she had been holding back for so long released the moment her brother picked her up…
She cried even louder.
Jiang Feng smelled the stinky odor, but his blood-stained face broke into a smile.
“The antidote!” Jiang Feng, holding his wet-bottomed little sister in one arm and a spear in the other, walked up to the Little Peddler and his wife.
The Little Peddler shook his head in terror: “There is no antidote, just drink plenty of water.”
Over there, Gouzi scrambled up, pulled out his own waterskin, and rushed to force-feed Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu was forced to drink a whole bag of water, then spat it out with a splutter, opening her eyes in a daze.
Jiang Feng shoved Mianmian’s bottom right into Jiang Yu’s face and handed her over: “She went, change her diaper.”
Jiang Yu looked around, seeing A-Cui in another basket, then looking at the The Peddler lying on the ground and the woman beside him, both bleeding profusely, and her brother holding their sister, covered in blood.
She burst into loud wails.
She promised herself she would never be greedy for food again.
She cried while changing Mianmian’s diaper; she had brought spare diapers when she left the house.
Jiang Feng pulled rope from his person and called for help to tie up the two peddlers.
The four bandits in the dense forest did not emerge; the group of six youths, stumbling and falling, were all severely injured.
At this moment, on the road, two youths rode up on fine steeds, kicking up dust.
The horses were exceptional—well-proportioned, muscular, their manes glossy and reddish under the sunlight. The saddles were also magnificent, with multi-colored ropes hanging from the stirrups.
The two youths on horseback were even better.
Their clothes were not just silk; they were draped in armor, the kind that protected the vital parts of the chest and legs. The youths wore swords at their waists.
Real swords, with beautiful hilts, decorated hilts, and not a speck of rust. Fine horses, fine swords, and armor.
Compared to them, Jiang Feng and the others looked as disheveled as field rats.
A complete mess.
Jiang Yu was still crying while changing her sister’s diaper.
Jiang Mianmian was nervous, scared, shocked, and then suffered a social death…
She didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.
Watching her sister cry while lifting her little feet, she couldn’t help but rub her tiny toes against her sister’s face, as if to say,’Stop crying.’
The two wealthy youths, riding horses and wielding swords, traveling the world, encountered this scene that looked like a car crash. Instead of riding past with seasoned caution, they stopped.
The four bandits in the dense forest saw the two youths approaching on horseback, their eyes burning with greed, ready to strike. These were the people they had been waiting for today.
Tiger Brother had received news of two big, fat sheep passing by, possibly with deep backgrounds, and it was up to him whether to eat them or not.
Tiger Brother was a cautious man, which was why he had sent a few greenhorns over to test the waters first.
The scene was in total disarray, very miserable.
Yet, a young girl was kneeling by the side of the road, changing a diaper for an infant.
The infant was snow-white all over—white face, white legs, white bottom—with tear-filled eyes, looking like a startled snow rabbit.
“Miss, is there anything we can help you with?” the square-faced youth who had reined in his horse first called out to Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu turned around.
A round-faced girl, her eyes red from crying, turned back while holding the infant.
She gazed at him.
There were bloodstains, overturned baskets, and scattered daily items all around, yet the square-faced youth on horseback blushed.
He thought, it must be because the afternoon sun was too intense.
The youth beside him tapped his arm: “Young Hero Meng, your kindness and chivalry are acting up again. You just saved a maidservant and brought a whole heap of trouble upon yourself.”
The square-faced youth said seriously: “To see injustice on the road and draw one’s sword to help—although that maidservant was sold into servitude, she should not have been beaten to death by her master. I saved her to fulfill my sense of righteousness. If righteousness does not exist, how can one live!”
“You may have fulfilled your righteousness, but you dumped the maidservant on me. It’s a hassle.”
The square-faced youth said somewhat sheepishly: “Brother He is truly righteous.”
Just then, the Little Peddler suddenly cried out for help at the top of his lungs: “Help! Young Heroes, help! Help! These people are highway robbers, they are bandits! I beg you, Young Heroes, help us report this to the authorities, we want to report this to the authorities!”
Jiang Feng, who was in the middle of tying up the Little Peddler, accidentally poked a finger into one of his wounds, causing blood to gush out.
“Ah, it hurts, help!” the Little Peddler rolled around.
His Juaner, on the brink of death, also chimed in: “Help~ Help me~ Report to the authorities~ Report to the authorities~”
The few layabouts were startled by The Peddler’s words.
They were still holding their rusty weapons.
Suddenly hearing “bandits” and “report to the authorities,” and seeing the armor, the young lads felt as if they were dreaming, suddenly remembering what they had actually come here to do.
They really were here to rob…
Mantou suddenly thought of the bandits he had seen beheaded at the yamen, and he collapsed to the ground in terror.
At this moment, Jiang Yu, holding her little sister, jumped up.
Seeing the Little Peddler tied up by her older brother, she rushed over, raised her foot, and kicked—kicking The Peddler in the face, one kick after another.
With her new embroidered shoes.
She cursed as she kicked: “Bandits, my foot! Your whole family are bandits! You tricked me into buying candy, where is the candy? Where is it? Where is it?”
Jiang Yu cursed and cried, kicking until The Peddler’s teeth bled, the blood staining her new embroidered shoes.
Seeing her new shoes stained with blood again, she cried even louder, wailing: “How could you sell me like this? How could you not tell Father and Mother? How could you not pay! You didn’t pay!”
