After crossing, I was forced to hold on to my thighs and build a kingdom

After being scolded by the shopkeeper, the waiter hurried to the kitchen to get steamed buns.

After a while, he came out with a bag of thirty steamed buns and shouted to the fat shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, the buns are here!"

Looking at the bag of steamed buns in the waiter's hand, the fat shopkeeper became angry again and started scolding the waiter again.

"You tactless thing, why are you yelling at me? Hurry up and hand it over to the noble man!" As he spoke, he nodded in the direction of Su Cheng'an.

The young waiter reacted and hurriedly placed the bag of steamed buns on the table in front of Su Cheng'an. He said with a smile, "Sir, these are the thirty steamed buns you requested."

His attitude was so kind and enthusiastic that if no one had just seen him being ruthless to the young boy, no one would have thought that this was the same person.

Su Chengan glanced at the bag full of steamed buns and waved to the young boy beside him: "Little brother, come here!"

When the young boy came to his side, Su Cheng'an relaxed his expression, pointed at the steamed buns on the table and said softly: "Little brother, take these steamed buns home for your mother and sister to eat!"

The young boy was uncharacteristically silent. Su Cheng'an was startled for a moment, then reacted.

The child is still young after all. If the distance is far, it would be really difficult for him to carry such a bag of steamed buns by himself.

He turned to Qingying who was standing beside him and ordered, "Take the steamed buns and send him home safely."

Qingying nodded, picked up the steamed bun on the table, and said to the young boy, "Little brother, let's go. I'll take you home."

The young boy, who had been motionless, suddenly took two steps back, knelt on his knees with a "thump", and kowtowed several times towards Su Cheng'an's position.

While everyone was stunned, he quickly stood up and ran out.

Su Cheng'an's heart softened, and he ordered Qingying: "Why don't you follow him!"

Qingying grabbed the bag of steamed buns and chased after the young boy.

Everyone in the hall began to talk again.

"Although this child doesn't talk much, he knows how to be grateful in his heart."

"That's right. He kowtowed so hard just now that I saw his head was broken. He's a kind-hearted kid!" said a thoughtful woman with concern.

"He is lucky to have met a noble person today who not only saved his life but also gave him so many steamed buns." Others looked at Su Cheng'an and praised him.

"We have concluded our business for today. Please sit down and continue your meal."

Su Cheng'an bowed to the people around him and persuaded the gathered crowd to disperse.

The fat shopkeeper also hid behind the counter in shame.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the onlookers dispersed and returned to their respective seats.

The middle-aged man stood up and sat down in the empty seat next to Su Cheng'an. He bowed and smiled at him, saying, "Young man, you are so young, yet you possess unparalleled martial arts skills. You are also compassionate to the poor and weak, and generous and charitable. Such noble character is truly admirable!"

Su Cheng'an remained calm and returned the greeting with a fist clasped. "Brother, you are too kind. I do not deserve the title of Young Hero. Just now, I saw you intervene to stop the clerk and you showed great concern for the child. You are obviously a kind and compassionate person."

"Compared to you, I am far inferior! But since you are so modest, I will shyly call you brother!"

Seeing Su Cheng'an nod, the middle-aged man took the opportunity to change the subject, "I see you're in a hurry, you must have traveled a long way. Where are you from, brother?"

The middle-aged man looked calm, as if asking casually. Su Cheng'an didn't care and simply told the truth.

"We came from Floating Cloud City in the northwest four days ago."

"Floating Cloud City?"

The middle-aged man's face tensed. He looked at Su Cheng'an again and asked in a low voice, "Young man, are you the military master?"

“I guess so!”

Su Cheng'an replied ambiguously, then turned to ask him, "Could it be that you, brother, are also from Floating Cloud City?"

The middle-aged man's face was filled with confusion. Instead of answering, he asked, "As far as I know, Floating Cloud City is now in the hands of the Xirong people. The Northwest Army has been hiding in Lingyun City in the south since the end of last year. There are no Northwest Army troops around Floating Cloud City. Since you are not from Xirong, how did you manage to get out of Floating Cloud City unscathed?"

This person spoke so clearly, obviously he had stayed in Floating Cloud City for some time and was very familiar with the situation there.

Su Cheng'an's eyes flashed with thought, and he asked in a deep voice, "Speaking of Floating Cloud City, you seem to know it like the back of your hand. I'm sure you've spent quite some time there, right?"

The middle-aged man drooped his eyelids slightly, obviously agreeing with Su Cheng'an's statement.

"If that's the case, then I'll be frank with you. Five days ago, the Northwestern Army, which had been defeated and fled Lingyun City, under the leadership of General Liu Zhongquan, took advantage of the Western Rong people's unpreparedness and attacked Fuyun City at dawn."

"The Western Rong suffered heavy casualties. Their young prince, Garisu, was also shot by an arrow and fled back to the Western Rong royal court under the protection of his subordinates. Floating Cloud City is now back in the hands of our Northwestern Army!"

"Is this true?"

The middle-aged man suddenly looked up, stood up with a "thump", and stared at the young man in front of him with an expression of disbelief on his face.

He asked anxiously, "Did the Northwest Army really drive out the Western Rong people and recapture Floating Cloud City?"

Su Cheng'an nodded. "By chance, I personally experienced that war, so I can clearly tell you, brother, there are no more Rong bandits in Fuyun City now, only our Great Jin's Northwest Army!"

The middle-aged man sat down in a daze, his eyes gradually turning red, and his gentle face flashed with bitterness, helplessness, and joy, which finally turned into a sigh full of relief.

After a while, he murmured, "Northwest Army! Great! Now we can finally be free!"

Su Cheng'an was about to ask again when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the door, and the next moment Qingying's figure was in front of him.

"Master, the situation is not good. The mother of that young boy just now has passed away! Now he is left with only a little sister of four or five years old!"

Qingying's voice wasn't too loud, but because he had gone to see the young boy off before and looked so anxious when he came back this time, everyone in the hall immediately paid close attention to him.

Especially those who were close to him, when they heard what he said, there was another uproar.

Su Cheng'an was also shocked by this sudden news.

He looked around at the curious eyes and said loudly, "Everyone is very concerned about that young man. Please tell us in detail what you saw when you went out."

Seeing that Su Cheng'an didn't care about others hearing, Qingying loudly told him what she had seen today.

"I followed your instructions and followed the young man to a dilapidated temple outside the city. The three simple rooms were packed with hundreds of refugees. There wasn't a single adult man among them; all were sick, women, and children."

"As soon as the young boy entered, he came to his mother. He took the steamed buns and fed them to her while crying, saying repeatedly: 'Mom, I brought you steamed buns. You don't have to go hungry anymore.' It's a pity..."

Qingying paused, with an indescribable sense of powerlessness in her voice.

"Unfortunately, the woman was exhausted from illness and hunger. She barely managed to touch her son's head before closing her eyes!"

Thinking of the tragic scene he had just witnessed, the usually tough young man couldn't help but look gloomy and couldn't hide the sadness in his heart.

Everyone in the room was silent, with expressions of pity on their faces, especially the women with children at home, who felt the same way and had tears in their eyes.

"What the hell is this world!" someone expressed helpless indignation.

Su Cheng'an lowered his eyes to hide his emotions.

After a while, he whispered, "Take me to see the child!"