The matter was resolved, and Daohua returned to her carriage as the caravan continued to advance.
As the carriage passed the group of bandits, Daohua once again saw the only little boy among them through the curtains of the carriage.
Unusually underdressed, the boy was barefoot in the frosty, snowy conditions. His feet were covered in festering frostbite, with some areas starting to ooze pus. If not treated promptly, Daohua worried he would not be able to walk at his tender age.
"Guyu, get a box of ointment for frostbite and a few packets of foot-soaking medicine for that little boy. Instruct him to take care of his feet to avoid becoming crippled in the future. See if you can also find any children’s clothes and shoes and take some to him."
Guyu nodded, got off the carriage, and quickly found the medicine. Since there were no children’s clothes or shoes in the caravan, she took her own old cotton-padded coat and cotton shoes.
The boy instinctively stepped back as he saw Guyu approaching.
Guyu glanced at the boy’s feet and couldn’t bear to look again. She immediately stepped forward, draped the cotton coat over him, and stuffed the medicine wrapped in cloth into his arms.
"Put on the shoes."
The boy, seemingly too cold to think, instinctively did as Guyu said.
After telling the boy how to use the medicine, Guyu was ready to turn around and leave. She had taken a few steps when she turned back and slipped a silver peanut into the boy’s hand.
"Don’t let anyone know."
With that, she ran quickly to catch up to the carriage.
The boy stood there, holding the medicine, gazing after the departing caravan for a long time without a word.
Wang Wu and others were in the same state.
It was not until a middle-aged scholar accompanied by three or four women arrived that they snapped out of it.
"Did you rob someone?"
Looking at the grains by the roadside, Wang Qi stared angrily at Wang Wu and the others.
Wang Wu hurriedly explained, "No, we didn’t." But recalling they had indeed committed robbery, he immediately stopped talking.
Wang Qi was furious, "Haven’t I told you? I am finding a solution. Robbing others is the way of bandits. Once a person becomes a bandit, they should be denounced. Why wouldn’t you listen to me?"
One of the middle-aged men and women who had come along quickly chimed in, "The gentleman entered Wei City and borrowed a cartload of grain."
Wang Wu’s eyes lit up, "Really?" Seeing Wang Qi’s cold gaze, he slowly modulated his expression and spoke hesitantly, "Now, if this grain wasn’t robbed by us, but rather given to us willingly, would you believe that?"
Hearing this, Wang Qi grew even angrier, "Do you think I am a three-year-old child?"
Just then, the little boy Wang Lifu came over and pulled on Wang Qi, "Sir, we really encountered an angelic sister. Look, the clothes, shoes, and medicine were all given by the angelic sister."
Wang Qi first looked at the clothes and shoes on the boy, then took out the medicine to examine it. He knew a bit about medicine and, upon examining the ingredients and scent, recognized it as high-quality medicine for treating frostbite.
After a moment of silence, Wang Qi sternly looked at Wang Wu, "Now, tell me in detail exactly what happened just now."
Wang Wu hastily recounted the incident.
"Sir, you have no idea how formidable those people were. I always thought I was skilled, but I was subdued in just a few moves."
"Sir, I truly thought we were done for, but instead, the lady not only spared us, but also left us with grain to survive the winter."
Upon saying this, Wang Wu quickly led Wang Qi to where the grain was stored, "Sir, look, this is the grain the lady left for us."
Wang Qi grabbed a handful of wheat seeds in his hand, observing the large, full, and smooth seeds with a flicker of excitement in his eyes.
The land in Xiliang was barren, and if the seeds were poor, the yield would be very low.
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