Dressed in Fine Clothes, Galloping on a Steed, Bold of Heart

"Don't know the road?" Feng Jun threw back his head and laughed. "I've already asked around. I asked dozens of people and memorized the route long ago."

He was not bragging. Although it was his first time at the market, his strange attire and peculiar accent had made people somewhat wary of him, but he had handed out far too many cigarettes.

Those who got free cigarettes were quite willing to show Feng Jun some kindness. It was only a matter of pointing out the road, with no cost to themselves. Such favors were easy to give.

Some locals even argued until they were red in the face over it. Their memories of the roads differed, and no one could convince the others. By the end, the dispute had turned into personal attacks, and they had nearly come to blows.

At the very least, Feng Jun was fairly confident about traveling to the prefectural city alone.

However, just as he finished speaking, someone appeared in front of him. "Are you really leaving?"

It was Lang Zhen. Feng Jun shot him an irritated look. "If I'm not leaving, am I supposed to wait here for the New Year? You should keep an eye on your eldest daughter. She's not that young anymore and ought to be more steady."

Lang Zhen fell silent. Only after a long while did he speak. "I think you need a guide. Knowing which road to take and knowing how to reach the destination are entirely different things."

Feng Jun was utterly speechless at the man's leap in logic. What am I talking about, and what are you talking about?

He gave a dry laugh. "And don't tell me the most suitable guide is your eldest daughter?"

"Her? She's not qualified." Lang Zhen glanced at his own