I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

The little maids behind were holding medicine and water, walking briskly.

Ji Xiaobei: …

"Grandma, grandma...please slow down..." Madam Zhang shouted from behind, panting heavily.

Ji Xiaobei walked forward and supported the old lady: "Grandma, please slow down!"

The old lady held Ji Xiaobei's arm tightly and said, "Female warrior, where are you from and why are you here in Mingyi Lane?"

Ji Xiaobei said gently: "Grandma, I am Ji Xiaobei, and I live here now."

"Girl, look at your lumps of flesh, you are no less than a man. You are obviously a martial arts expert. Who is your master, the famous general?"

Ji Xiaobei: I am a disciple of Zheng Guo.

She chuckled and said, "Grandma, my father was a soldier. When I was a child, I loved watching him wield swords and guns, so I learned it secretly..."

The old lady was even more surprised. She grabbed Ji Xiaobei's arm and said, "Oh my God, where is your father serving in the army? Is he with my husband Fu Rungao?"

Seeing that the old lady was talking nonsense again, Aunt Zhang hurriedly supported her and said to Ji Xiaobei apologetically: "Miss Ji, my old lady..."

When the old lady saw that Aunt Zhang had interrupted her, she scolded her unhappily, "Aunt Zhang, step back!"

Aunt Zhang was so frightened that she trembled. She felt that the old lady seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago, and her tone was so cold and majestic that it was frightening.

Ji Xiaobei also felt that the old lady was a little weird and had a vague feeling that she was not in a very good mental state.

But, seeing the old lady's sincere and frank face...

Ji Xiaobei smiled and said, "Old lady, can we find a place to sit down and talk? Please drink some water first, and we'll talk slowly."

Nanny Zhang looked at Ji Xiaobei with gratitude.

Ji Xiaobei helped the old lady back to her own yard.

The men surrounded the student, gave him a dollar, and asked him questions.

Zhang Yiyuan's eyes were red, and he said generously:

"Nothing. Today I learned the Ji family's swordsmanship, which opened my eyes. I have no regrets in death. I admire you."

Mrs. Lin brought a stool for the old ladies and asked them to sit down, then she quickly ran out to comfort Zhang Yiyuan.

Zhang Yiyuan's face, eyes and nose were red, like a cooked shrimp covered in dirt.

It was really embarrassing.

Mrs. Lin felt bad: What should I do? The people sent by the county magistrate were beaten like this by Xiaobei. If the county magistrate knew about this, would he arrest Xiaobei?

Oh my God, what should I do?

"Yuan'er, Xiaobei didn't mean it. Please forgive her. Don't tell the county magistrate about her. I beg you!"

Mrs. Lin's legs went limp and she begged.

Shitou and the others were very scared when they saw Zhang Yiyuan had his hair shaved. If the sister had not stopped quickly, Zhang Yiyuan's head would have fallen to the ground.

He recovered from his fear and came forward to say:

"Brother Zhang, if the county magistrate asks you who cut your hair, just say it was me. If you want to arrest me, just arrest me. I'm not afraid of going to jail. After all, my sister is a woman, and it's not convenient for her to go to jail!"

Zhang Yiyuan sniffed, punched Shitou in the chest, and said:

"You kid, if I were cut like this by you, I would just find a big tree and die... After learning from your kung fu, I, Zhang Yiyuan, will die without regrets."

Shitou cried with joy: "Brother Zhang, don't blame my sister..."

"Why complain? I'm willing to accept defeat. This is something that a martial artist wouldn't be able to understand."

When Mrs. Lin heard this, she wiped her tears and said:

"Yuan'er, I know you have a big belly. Just like the prime minister's belly can hold a boat, you need a big wooden boat!"

Zhang Yiyuan looked down at his stomach and quickly declined:

"I dare not, I dare not, I dare not be the prime minister. Well, aunt, I think the piece of pork belly hanging on the kitchen ceiling will go bad if we don't eat it... Actually, I just said it casually..."

"Hey, Auntie knows that you are not a greedy person, but you are right, Auntie will chop them all up tonight to nourish your body and make your hair grow faster..."

When the topic of hair was mentioned, Zhang Yiyuan subconsciously touched the back of his head, but found it empty. His eyes immediately turned red and he started crying.

"How can I face people?" Zhang Yiyuan said crying.

"It's okay, Yuan'er, don't cry. The bamboo hats that I weave are very beautiful. I'll weave one for you.

Let Shitou buy the best bamboo strips and wear them for a month or two. When the weather gets cold, I will make you a sheepskin hat that is warm and windproof. Your hair will be fully grown by next spring..."

Zhang Yiyuan could only nod with tears in his eyes.

Seeing that Zhang Yiyuan had been comforted, Mrs. Lin returned to the yard.

Ji Xiaobei had a great time chatting with the old lady.

The old lady was very talkative and pulled Ji Xiaobei's sleeve to teach her some martial arts moves.

Aunt Zhang put the old lady's pills and warm water on the table.

Ji Xiaobei understood, picked up the cup and said to the old lady, "Grandma, please take the medicine first, drink some water, and take a rest. I will consult you when you have time."

The old lady swallowed the medicine in two gulps and pulled Ji Xiaobei's sleeve again:

"Miss Ji, my grandson has been learning martial arts from his grandfather since he was young. But I see that you are more stable when wielding a knife than my grandson. When he comes back, I will ask him to learn from you. My grandson is very busy and I can't see him all day long. Aunt Zhang, will Chang'er come back today? Did you send a message back?"

"Madam, the young master said he can't come back these few days because he is too busy with official duties. He will come to see you when he has time."

Aunt Zhang stepped forward to help the old lady: "Old lady, we can't disturb Miss Ji's rest, otherwise we can come and visit again when we have time!"

The old lady pondered for a while, and her expression became much calmer, as if she realized something. She quickly stood up and said to Ji Xiaobei with an apologetic smile: "You see, I am really old and confused. I am sorry for wasting your time, Miss Ji."

"Grandma, it's okay, just come over and play when you're free!"

"Okay, okay!" The old lady was helped out of the door by Nanny Zhang.

Huang Po looked at the old lady's back and said, "Bei, is the old lady not in good spirits?"

Mother Lin took over the conversation and said, "It seems so. Sometimes she is lucid, sometimes confused. Sometimes she says her husband has been dead for several years, and sometimes she says her husband taught her martial arts. She is so old, it's really pitiful. On weekdays, I only see Aunt Zhang, a few maids, and a few guards. I haven't seen anyone else."

Ji Xiaobei smoothed his wrinkled sleeves and said:

"Maybe she only has one grandson, and he's very busy!"

Shitou generously took out his pillowcase and Zhang Yiyuan wrapped it on his head.

The boys covered their mouths, tried hard to hold back their laughter, and went to the backyard.

"Master Zhang, I'm really sorry about what happened just now. I sincerely apologize to you!" said Ji Xiaobei.

Zhang Yiyuan shook his head, which was wrapped like a taro, and waved his hands, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. I have also learned the Ji family's swordsmanship. Let's learn from each other!"

"Master Zhang, I'll give you this knife as an apology!"