"Got it, Mom." Murong Feiyan and Murong Xiao lowered their heads and answered softly.
The old man sighed and said to Yan Shuangfei, "Young man, don't take it to heart either. The children meant well; they were just too reckless in how they went about it.
"Since your injuries have not fully healed, stay here for now. We'll talk again after you've recovered."
Yan Shuangfei thanked them again, warmth welling up in his heart.
This simple mountain family had welcomed him, a stranger of unknown origins, with the most straightforward kindness.
The news spread through the entire village as though it had grown wings.
When the villagers heard that the Murong siblings had rescued a badly wounded outsider, they all came to see the spectacle.
At first, some were still suspicious, but when they saw how courteous Yan Shuangfei was and heard that misfortune had driven him here, they gradually let down their guard.
Especially after learning that the siblings had risked danger to save the unconscious Yan Shuangfei by the river gully, the villagers all gave them a thumbs-up.
"Feiyan and Axiao really are fine children!"
"Exactly! If it had been someone else, they might not even have dared get involved."
"This young man looks honest too. They've done a good deed."
Praise rang out without end. The smiles on the Murong Couple's faces never faded, and their earlier dissatisfaction had long since vanished into thin air.
Yan Shuangfei settled down in the village.
He did not wish to eat and live there for free, so he rose before dawn every day and helped the Murong Family work the fields.
During the spring plowing season, he followed the old man into the fields with a hoe on his shoulder, turning the soil and sowing seeds. Though his movements were