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After all, he hadn't eaten for an entire day.
At that moment, a chorus of admiration rose from nearby:
"How fragrant!"
"Really, it seems to be coming from Old Zhang's house."
As they spoke, many enthusiastic villagers flocked to Old Zhang's doorstep. When Old Zhang stepped out of his house carrying a platter of delicious dishes, he was taken aback by the sight of so many neighbors gathered outside.
Faced with such a lively scene, Old Zhang showed no hesitation or reluctance. Instead, he beamed with joy and quickly fetched more food, generously sharing it with everyone present.
For the people living here, eating meat was an extravagant affair; even filling their stomachs was often a challenge. However, in the eyes of these kind-hearted folks, sharing and helping one another was the most natural thing in the world. There were no complicated schemes or malicious plots here, only the simple and free-spirited emotions that bound them together.
As night fell, Lin Feng made his way to the guest room to rest. The conditions of the room were indeed somewhat shabby; the walls were worn and the bed old, even giving off a faint musty smell. However, for Lin Feng, who had weathered many storms in life, such an environment was something he could accept without complaint.
The night was particularly tranquil, with silence enveloping everything; only the occasional chirping of insects broke the stillness, as if the entire world was asleep. In this serene atmosphere, time slipped by quietly, and before long, the night passed unnoticed.
Before dawn on the second day, while the morning light had yet to pierce through the thick clouds, Lin Feng rose early. As he gently pushed open the door to his room, he collided directly with Xiao Fang, who was walking towards him.
"Good morning, Brother Lin!" Xiao Fang greeted him with a smile.
"Morning!" Lin Feng replied politely.
"I've already prepared breakfast; come eat with me!" Xiao Fang invited enthusiastically.
"Sure thing! I'm on my way," Lin Feng responded and followed Xiao Fang to the dining table.
A steaming pot of porridge sat on the table, looking rather plain, yet the faint aroma still brought a sense of warmth. Lin Feng picked up a bowl, gazing at the porridge without a hint of disdain.
In truth, it was hardly porridge; it was almost indistinguishable from Mi Tang. After silently finishing a bowl, Lin Feng gently set down his bowl and chopsticks on the table.
He then rose and walked out of the courtyard, standing at the entrance and gazing into the distance, pondering to himself whether he should continue his journey today. The road ahead was long, filled with uncertainties and challenges. However, if he chose to stay put, he had no idea when he would reach his destination.
Just then, he suddenly heard the sound of horses neighing and loud shouts coming from not far away. Looking over, he saw several people riding horses, leisurely making their way toward him.
Old Zhang approached the courtyard door and opened it just a crack to peek outside. Immediately startled, he quickly shut the door and turned back to whisper, "Bandits are coming."
In the courtyard, Lin Feng heard Old Zhang's words and looked toward the entrance, watching as a group of people approached. He turned to Old Zhang and said, "Don't make a sound. Close the door tightly. I'm going out to take a look."
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