For several days in a row.
After the old clan chief visited the school, the children studied with increasing diligence and earnestness. Everyone brimmed with ambition and fervor, and even the parents who occasionally came to pick them up wore delighted smiles.
With such an excellent atmosphere for learning, Yi Feng was happy to take things easy. He no longer needed to spend so much breath patiently instructing them, and his days grew ever more pleasant and leisurely.
It was dusk again when school let out. As he responded to the students' farewells, Yi Feng wore a fond, aunt-like smile, with a small sense of accomplishment in his heart.
At the very least, he was living comfortably here and teaching the children along the way. It was hardly a wasted effort—far more reliable than that damned quest to seek death.
He had thoroughly seen through those troubling matters.
He was content to enjoy a little peace and idleness.
When he returned to the courtyard,
the kitchen was piled high with food and drink, while the house held quite a few new clothes. They were all tokens of the townspeople's goodwill, delivered through Miss Wei. With no worries over food or clothing, he could practically open a shop. It truly was the trouble of being too fortunate.
It had to be said, these townspeople were simply too honest and sincere.
All he had done was teach them to read and write; he had accomplished no great feat. Yet they were so grateful, and Miss Wei came every day to deliver things. Her enthusiasm was nearly too much to handle.
If he had not seen so many people warmly greeting him, Yi Feng might have started imagining things, thinking the little girl fancied him and was using the parents' name as an