"What is it? Go ahead," Wenren Sheng asked directly.
"It's very simple. Help the people of this village truly become prosperous," Aba said with a smile.
At that moment, all the villagers were watching them.
Their eyes were filled with expectation.
Wenren Sheng said, "I can help them become prosperous."
"But I hope the people I help are kind, not evil, selfish, numb, ugly, ungrateful people."
"If they are that kind of people, I would rather refuse."
Aba's eyes lit up at that.
He pointed seriously at the villagers and said:
"Although these people are poor, they are hardworking, patient, united, friendly, and kind."
"One day, I was being hunted by bandits sent by a lord."
"They were the ones who risked themselves to save me and hid me in their precious well."
"Although they feared the lord, they were still willing to risk having their land taken away to shelter me."
Wenren Sheng smiled faintly upon hearing this.
"Very good. A group of people willing to protect a Hero deserves my help."
Aba smiled as well.
Indeed, he had a great reputation.
But not everyone was willing to protect him.
Although many people knew he was the poor's only hope.
More often than not, they still feared his arrival, worried that the lords would take out their anger on them.
These common people had no real ability themselves. They wanted to resist, yet did not know how.
But at least they knew to protect those who had a way to resist.
That was their wisdom.
In truth, Wenren Sheng understood this very well.
The common people were powerless.
So they cast forth a wise figure.
They let that Sage fulfill their fantasy of resisting the oppressors in their place.
The Aba of old, Bao Zheng, and the famous Knights