Feng Yin's words hit Zhang Yiming's heart and agreed: "You don't need to come down, just be a promising man."

It’s not that Zhang Yiming underestimates women.

He just doesn't want those men to look at her with malicious eyes.

The distance between the two sides was not far. Even though Zhang Yiming just led the carriage forward, he only took half a incense stick to reach the back of the carriage in front.

The person who was trying to drive the carriage on the slope heard the movement coming from behind and couldn't help but look back and see the situation curiously.

"Oh, it's that scholar."

The man who had come back to find the couple before saw this, shouted softly, turned around and said something to someone in front of him.

Then he hurried over and smiled at Zhang Yiming with an uneasy face, "Master Scholar, I'm sorry, our car is blocking your way."

"Please wait, we will catch the car as soon as possible, and make way for you to the widest place in front."

Zhang Yiming was originally determined to help.

Hearing this man's words, he became more fond of these people.

So he said, "I'm busy rushing, so I'll come and see if I can give you some advice."

While he was speaking, he had parked the carriage on the side of the cliff and told him through the curtain: "Madam, wait in the carriage and take a look for your husband."

"Husband, be careful."

Feng Yin didn't say anything else, but just gave this message and shut up.

"Don't worry, you have a proper position for your husband."

Zhang Yiming agreed and picked up a few stones next to him and blocked them on the wheels to avoid any accidents.

After doing all this, he stood up and said to the man, "Let's go, let's take a look."

"Oh? Well, OK, OK."

The man was already a little surprised by Zhang Yiming's behavior, and suddenly he realized after listening to his words.

He ran a few steps and led the way for Zhang Yiming: "Master Scholar, please slow down."

"It's okay."

Zhang Yiming held the hem of the Confucian shirt and walked quickly towards the slope.

The two people who were struggling to climb the slope heard footsteps and urged without looking back: "Erzhuang, come back quickly and push them a little, and go back later."

"Oh, OK."

The man who helped Zhang Yiming lead the way heard the urging and quickly agreed and smiled at Zhang Yiming, "Master Scholar, you can do it yourself, I have to go and help my brothers."

Zhang Yiming nodded: "Just be busy, I don't need you."

After receiving Zhang Yiming's answer, the second villager was called to run over quickly, pushing the car from behind, moving its steps hard.

"Erzhuang, what's the matter with that scholar?"

One of the men leading the carriage in front still asked without looking back, "I'll tell you that we can't give way to them now."

Erzhuang hurriedly replied: "Brother, don't worry, they are not urging us to give way."

"What do they want?"

Another man asked casually, "If we want to urge us to hurry up, we can't do it. This is the fastest we can do."

"They didn't urge him."

Erzhuang replied, "Not only did they not urge, they also said... they didn't say they wanted to help."

"laugh."

Erzhuang said this, and neither of them could help laughing, "Can those weak scholars help us?"

"Brother, don't laugh."

Hearing the laughter of the two brothers, Erzhuang looked back at Zhang Yiming guiltily, fearing that he would get angry after hearing this.

However, Zhang Yiming had no intention of calculating these with a few reckless men.

He first observed the terrain here, then looked around, hoping to find something available to solve the situation in front of him.
Chapter completed!