In the fiery red era of the heavens, refrigerators are refreshed daily.

The next morning, the sky was brighter than usual, and the thin clouds could not block the sunlight, bringing a rare warmth to the gray ancient city.

Over the past few days, Yang Guangming has been stocking up on various grains, vegetables, and pickles for the family, and their living conditions have improved significantly.

Today's breakfast was corn porridge and steamed buns, with side dishes including pickled vegetable strips, pickled cucumbers, and fermented bean curd.

The whole family enjoyed this breakfast very much.

After breakfast, Yang Guangming looked at his parents and said in a steady voice, "Dad, Mom, I'm going out this morning."

Yang Huai-ren leaned against the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), his injured leg stretched out straight. Hearing this, he raised his head and asked, "Go ahead, make as much as you can while you're ahead. Nobody knows what will happen in the future."

Chu Yuanjun stopped clearing the dishes and looked at her son, her eyes filled with concern and a hint of barely perceptible dependence. Her son was now her greatest support.

Yang Guangming shook his head, his tone serious and matter-of-fact: "I'm not going fishing. This morning, I'm going to see Teacher Zhu Mingxuan."

"Teacher Zhu?" Yang Huai-ren was taken aback for a moment, then realized, "Is it Mr. Zhu Ming-xuan from your high school?"

"Ah."

Yang Guangming nodded, "When I dropped out of school, Teacher Zhu not only found a way to get me a graduation certificate, but also helped my family by sending ten kilograms of cornmeal."

I will always remember this kindness. Now that things have calmed down a bit at home, I want to go see him and his wife and see if there's anything they can help with.

Upon hearing this, Yang Huai-ren and Chu Yuan-jun both showed complex expressions, including gratitude, reminiscence, and satisfaction at their son's gratitude.

Yang Huai-ren sighed, his voice becoming much lower: "We should go and see him. Mr. Zhu... is a good teacher, so kind and righteous."

At that time, our family was almost starving, and those ten pounds of cornmeal... were a lifesaver.

Your teacher's wife seems to have been in poor health, and with so many children at home, they're probably struggling financially.

Go and see if... if they're really in trouble. We're not exactly well-off either, but if we can lend a hand, we definitely should."

Yang Huai-ren spoke from the heart. Although his family was still struggling to make ends meet, his eagerness to repay Teacher Zhu's kindness was genuine.

Chu Yuanjun nodded repeatedly: "Your father is right. Mr. Zhu has been kind to our family, so it's only right that you go to visit him. It wouldn't be right to go empty-handed. Let me think about it..."

Yang Guangming comforted her, "Mother, don't worry about that. Didn't I bring back a few fish yesterday? Pick two big ones, and I'll figure out something else to get. I won't go empty-handed."

He had already planned it out; the space was full of rice, flour, cooking oil, and even some sugar and honey. The two fish were the obvious gift, and when paired with some of the better-quality but simply packaged food in the space, it would seem both practical and unobtrusive.

"It's good that you have a plan." Yang Huai-ren nodded and then added, "When you see Mr. Zhu, please give him my and your mother's regards and thank him for taking care of you back then. Be more careful in your words and actions, and don't be clumsy."

“I know, Dad,” Yang Guangming replied.

Yang Guangming scooped two grass carp, each weighing over two pounds, from the water tank and tied them with straw rope. This was part of his catch from yesterday, which he had deliberately set aside.

Then, he returned to his temporary residence in the east wing, closed the door, and let his consciousness sink into the space. Soon, two packages appeared in his hands, containing about a pound of high-quality wood ear fungus and half a pound of shiitake mushrooms, which he had pre-packaged.

These delicacies from the mountains were considered quite a good gift in Beiping, especially for impoverished teachers' families.

He placed the fish, mushrooms, and wood ear fungus into a clean bamboo basket, covered it with a blue cloth, and then walked out of the east wing carrying the basket.

He greeted his parents and then stepped out of the courtyard.

There was already some activity in the alley in the early morning. Vendors carrying loads on their shoulders called out, their voices drawn out and carrying a unique charm of old Beijing.

Liao Dazhuang, the neighbor, was tidying up his carrying pole at the door when he saw Yang Guangming and greeted him warmly: "Mr. Yang, going out?"

"Hey, Master Liao, I have some errands to run." Yang Guangming replied with a smile, without stopping.

After passing through several familiar alleys, the streets gradually became more crowded. Sunlight helped me discern my direction, and I headed towards the area where Teacher Zhu lived.

Teacher Zhu Mingxuan lives in a relatively quiet hutong in the southern part of the city, surrounded by ordinary houses and small households, exuding an air of poverty.

Yang Guangming stopped in front of a slightly old but clean and tidy detached courtyard. The brass ring on the black lacquered wooden door was a little worn, but it was very clean. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Who is it?" A gentle female voice came from inside, tinged with a hint of wariness.

“Teacher’s wife, it’s me, Yang Guangming,” Yang Guangming called out.

Soft footsteps came from inside the door, and then the door creaked open a crack, revealing the face of a middle-aged woman.

She was around forty years old, with delicate features, but her face was somewhat pale, showing the haggardness of someone who had been ill for a long time. She was none other than Mrs. Zhu.

When she saw Guangming, she paused for a moment, then her face lit up with a delighted smile. She quickly opened the door wide: "It's Guangming! Come in, come in! Mingxuan told me you were coming today, and I've been looking forward to it."

"Madam, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Yang Guangming walked in carrying a basket.

The courtyard wasn't large, but it was very well-organized. Several common flowers and plants were planted in the corner of the wall. Although they weren't rare or expensive varieties, they added a touch of life to the small courtyard.

The main house has three rooms, and the paper windows are newly pasted, making it very bright.

"Mingxuan, come out and see who's here!" Mrs. Zhu called out into the house, her voice filled with joy.

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the main room was lifted, and Teacher Zhu Mingxuan came out.

He was still wearing that worn-out gray robe, his face was thin, and his eyes were gentle and wise. When he saw Yang Guangming, a smile appeared on his face: "Guangming, come in and sit down."

"Teacher Zhu," Yang Guangming greeted respectfully, and followed Teacher Zhu into the main room.

The main room was simply furnished with an eight-immortal table, a few chairs, and a bookshelf against the wall, filled with books. A calligraphy scroll hung on the wall, bearing the four characters "淡泊明志" (meaning "a life of simplicity and integrity"), written in a vigorous and powerful style.

"You're here, why bring anything?" Zhu Mingxuan frowned slightly when he saw the bamboo basket that Yang Guangming had placed on the table.

Yang Guangming took out the fish and the oil paper package from the basket and said sincerely, "Teacher, Teacher's wife, these are two fish that I caught by luck yesterday when I went to the river, and some mountain produce from home. It's just a small token of my appreciation. I know that your family is not well-off, but it's just a small token of my gratitude for your care back then."

Looking at the two lively fish and the excellent quality wood ear and mushrooms, Mrs. Zhu waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "This won't do, it's too precious! Guangming, your family is also struggling, quickly take these back to nourish your family."

Zhu Mingxuan looked at Yang Guangming with deep eyes, as if trying to read something from his face. He hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand and said gently to his wife, "Since it's a kind gesture from Guangming, accept it. This child is thoughtful."

He gestured for Yang Guangming to sit down, while Mrs. Zhu busied herself pouring water.

"How's things at home lately?" Zhu Mingxuan asked with concern. He knew Yang Guangming's family quite well, and the scene from his last home visit was still vivid in his mind.

Yang Guangming didn't hide anything and briefly explained that the family had separated and that his father's left leg was injured.

Zhu Mingxuan hadn't expected so many things to happen to Yang Guangming's family. "A leg injury is no small matter. We must make sure to use the prescribed medication regularly and not skimp on it. When did the doctor say it would heal? Are there any difficulties at home?"

Yang Guangming said, "Thank you for your concern, teacher. My father's leg has been treated with medicine, and the swelling has gone down a bit, but he still needs to rest for a while. At home... we have overcome the initial difficulties, and everything is fine now."

Looking at his calm demeanor and the fact that he could produce such decent gifts, Zhu Mingxuan felt that this student seemed different from the silent and melancholy boy who had dropped out of school half a year ago. It was as if he had suddenly grown up and matured.

"It's good that you can maintain this." Zhu Mingxuan nodded, his tone filled with relief. "Life is tough, but you always have to look forward. You're a smart kid. Even if you leave school, as long as you keep your enthusiasm for learning, you can achieve something anywhere."

At this moment, Mrs. Zhu came over with a bowl of plain water, placed it in front of Yang Guangming, and said with a gentle smile, "Guangming, have some water. We don't have much to offer you at home."

"You're too kind, Madam." Yang Guangming quickly stood up and accepted the gift with both hands.

Mrs. Zhu looked at Yang Guangming, then at the fish and mountain produce on the table, and sighed, "You child, you're just too honest. Your family is going through a tough time right now, and you still send us these nice things."

“Teacher’s wife, if it weren’t for the ten catties of cornmeal that teacher sent back then, our family would probably have had an even harder time. I have never forgotten this kindness.” Yang Guangming said sincerely.

Zhu Mingxuan looked at Yang Guangming, his admiration deepening. He changed the subject, asking seemingly casually, "Guangming, what's your view on the current situation?"

Yang Guangming felt a slight chill run down his spine, realizing that this might not be just casual conversation.

He put down his water bowl, thought for a moment, and cautiously replied, "Teacher, I am just an ordinary citizen with limited knowledge. I only feel that prices are soaring, people are suffering, and everyone is having a hard time. There is chaos on the streets, and it feels like... a storm is brewing, or like the darkness before dawn. It's time for change, and the day... is about to break!"

Zhu Mingxuan gave a soft "hmm," his gaze fixed on the gray sky outside the window, his voice lowering slightly: "Yes, the world is about to change. The darkness has lasted too long; dawn will eventually break!"

His tone carried an indescribable heaviness and a certain expectation.

Yang Guangming remained silent, waiting quietly. He could sense that Teacher Zhu seemed to have something to say to him.

Zhu Mingxuan withdrew his gaze and focused it back on Yang Guangming, his eyes sharpening and his voice lowering.

"Guangming, I know you've read a lot of books, including some... progressive books. I remember your essays used to express your yearning for fairness and justice. What do you think is the best way to change this impoverished, weak, and dark world?"

This question gets straight to the heart of the matter, and Yang Guangming knew that Teacher Zhu was testing his ideological inclinations.

He has integrated memories from several lifetimes and has a profound understanding of the course of history and social contradictions that transcends his time, but he cannot appear too ahead of his time.

He organized his thoughts and slowly said, "Teacher, I think that relying solely on individual efforts or partial improvements will hardly be enough to shake this deep-rooted decay."

What is needed is a completely new and radical force, a belief and action that can awaken hundreds of millions of people to break the shackles of this old world.

It is even more necessary for the entire proletariat to unite. One person's strength may be insignificant, but when everyone's strength is combined, it will surely change the world! It will surely enable us, the toiling masses, to become masters of our own destiny!

He didn't use those overly sensitive words directly, but his meaning was already very clear.

A sharp glint suddenly flashed in Zhu Mingxuan's eyes. He stared intently at Yang Guangming, as if trying to get to know this student all over again.

Although Yang Guangming's words were subtle, the insight and decisiveness they contained far exceeded his expectations.

This doesn't sound like something a seventeen-year-old would say; it sounds like something someone who has weathered storms and thought deeply about.

He remained silent for a moment, and the air in the room seemed to freeze. Mrs. Zhu seemed to sense something, silently picked up her needlework, and went into the inner room, leaving them alone.

Zhu Mingxuan stood up, walked to the door, gently closed it, and then returned to his seat, his voice even lower, almost audible to only the two of them:

“Guangming, you are much more mature than I imagined. Since you mentioned faith and action, I will not hide it from you. I, and many like-minded people, are fighting for the ‘new world’ you speak of.”

Although he had suspected it beforehand, hearing Teacher Zhu admit it to his own ears still made Yang Guangming's heart beat slightly faster.

A hint of surprise appeared on his face, which quickly turned into understanding and determination: "Teacher, I... I guessed it to some extent. You and those people are the true backbone."

Looking into the clarity and determination in his eyes, Zhu Mingxuan felt the long-held thought in his mind become even clearer.

He is currently facing a thorny problem: his previous courier, who assisted him in his work, was unfortunately discovered by secret agents while delivering intelligence last month and heroically sacrificed his life.

The transportation lines are the lifeline of the organization, and this position must be filled as soon as possible. The new courier needs to be reliable, alert, and familiar with the city's environment.

Yang Guangming was a student he had watched grow up. He knew him well, was of good character, and had a grateful heart.

Yesterday, when Yang Guangming encountered spies in the alley, his composure and decisive action left a deep impression on him. Coupled with today's conversation, which revealed a maturity beyond his years…

Taking all these factors into account, Yang Guangming seems to be an extremely suitable candidate.

However, this was a dangerous path, and once embarked upon, there was no turning back. Zhu Mingxuan was torn, caught between urgent anxiety about the task at hand and deep affection and reluctance to leave his students.

As if sensing the teacher's hesitation, Yang Guangming spoke up, his voice soft but exceptionally clear:

“Teacher, if... if there is anything I can do, please let me know.”

Although my strength is meager, I still want to do my part for that 'new world.' I don't want to see my family, and countless ordinary people like us, struggling in the darkness any longer!

His words were like the last straw, slamming the scales in Zhu Mingxuan's heart. Zhu Mingxuan took a deep breath, his eyes becoming extremely serious and solemn: "Guangming, do you know what your words just now mean? This road is full of thorns, and your life may be in danger at any time."

“I know,” Yang Guangming answered without hesitation, his eyes clear and firm. “Someone always has to walk ahead. Teacher, I’m not afraid!”

Looking at the students' young yet resolute faces, Zhu Mingxuan felt a complex mix of emotions: gratification, heaviness, and a strong sense of mission to pass on the torch.

He patted Yang Guangming's shoulder heavily: "Good! Good boy! I didn't misjudge you!"

He stood up, paced around the room a couple of times, seemingly considering his words, and finally stopped, facing the bright sunlight, and said formally:
"The organization does indeed need a reliable comrade to take on the role of a courier. The previous courier... has already sacrificed his life."

Yang Guangming's expression hardened. Although he was mentally prepared, he still felt a heavy weight in his heart when he heard the word "sacrifice".

Zhu Mingxuan continued, "The job of a courier is mainly to assist me in delivering intelligence and documents, and sometimes also to escort comrades or transfer important supplies."

Absolute loyalty, prudence, astuteness, and familiarity with the urban environment are required. I believe you are the perfect candidate in the current situation.

Yang Guangming immediately stood up, straightened his back, suppressed his excitement, and whispered, "Teacher, I am willing to take on this responsibility!"

Seeing his eagerness, Zhu Mingxuan smiled gently, but then became serious again: "Don't rush, this is just my initial recommendation. Whether he can officially become a courier still requires the inspection and approval of the higher-level organization."

Moreover, before that, you need to undergo rigorous training and master the necessary skills and discipline.

"I understand." Yang Guangming nodded earnestly. "I will study hard."

Zhu Mingxuan pondered for a moment and then arranged, "Starting tomorrow, try to come to my place once a day after 4:30 pm."

I will provide you with initial training, including how to identify and counter-track, how to pass intelligence, how to respond to emergencies, and... more importantly, to deepen your understanding of our ideals and our principles.

"Yes, teacher!" Yang Guangming nodded solemnly.

After 4:30 pm, it is still early, but it is approaching dusk. There are relatively few people around at this time, making it more secluded.

He can use the morning to "fish" as a cover, and then come to receive training in the afternoon, thus avoiding any conflict in timing.

To avoid worrying his family, he needed to find an excuse, such as Teacher Zhu introducing him to a job. As long as he could bring his salary home on time, his family and neighbors would not suspect anything.

Now that we've come this far, Yang Guangming naturally wants to pursue even greater progress.

He looked at Zhu Mingxuan with fervent eyes, "Teacher, I... I want to apply to join the organization! I want to become a true warrior!"

Looking at the flames burning brightly in the sunlight, Zhu Mingxuan was filled with emotion.

He patted Yang Guangming's shoulder heavily again, his tone deep and full of expectation: "Guangming, it's good that you have this awareness! Joining the Party is a serious matter. I will report your wishes and situation to the higher-level organization truthfully. The organization will conduct a comprehensive assessment of you. You need to be mentally prepared."

"I will!" Yang Guangming nodded vigorously, as if his eyes were shining.

Instead of immediately beginning specific skills training, Zhu Mingxuan first explained the nature of the organization, its goals, and the tasks at the current stage to Yang Guangming, emphasizing the extreme importance of organizational discipline—"obey all commands," "the individual must submit to the organization," "strictly maintain secrecy," and so on.

Yang Guangming listened intently, and before he knew it, it was almost noon.

Just as Zhu Mingxuan was emphasizing the seriousness of organizational discipline to Yang Guangming, the sounds of running and children playing came from the courtyard.

"Dad, Mom, we're back!" The voices came from afar, carrying the joy of being home from school.

The curtain was lifted, and three little heads peeked in.

The oldest boy was about twelve or thirteen years old, with a chubby face and a resemblance to Teacher Zhu in his features; the next oldest boy was around eleven years old and seemed more quiet; the youngest was a girl with two pigtails, about nine years old.

They are Teacher Zhu's three children: Dayong, Xiaoyong, and Niuniu.

The three children were taken aback when they saw guests in the house, then stood up properly and called out in unison, "Dad."

Then, curiously, he looked at Yang Guangming.

Mrs. Zhu came out from the inner room with a kind smile on her face: "School's out? Quickly greet Brother Yang. This is your father's former student, Brother Yang Guangming."

"Hello, Brother Yang!" the three children said in unison, very well-behaved.

Yang Guangming quickly responded with a smile, "Hello."

Looking at the three children, he couldn't help but feel moved by the harmony and warmth of Teacher Zhu's family. His wife was in poor health, and the teacher's income was meager; the hardship of supporting three growing children was unimaginable.

Mrs. Zhu said to Yang Guangming, "Guangming, the children are back now. Please have a simple lunch here, don't be shy."

Seeing that Teacher Zhu was also giving him an undeniable look, Yang Guangming nodded and said, "Then I'll have to bother you, Teacher's wife."

"Oh, don't say I'm bothering you, it's just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks." Mrs. Zhu turned around and went into the kitchen happily.

Lunch was indeed very "casual," but it was obviously much more substantial because of the arrival of sunshine.

The staple food was rice mixed with some beans. In addition to the fish that Yang Guangming brought, which was braised by Mrs. Zhu, there was a dish of pickled vegetables, a bowl of stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a simple vegetable soup.

Even so, it was still a rare delicacy for Teacher Zhu's family.

At the dinner table, the children waited obediently for the adults to start eating, but their eyes were already drawn to the tempting braised fish. Little Niu Niu, in particular, stared longingly, secretly swallowing her saliva.

Zhu Mingxuan saw the children's expressions and felt a pang of sadness. He picked up a large piece of the best fish and put it in Guangming's bowl first: "Guangming, eat more. It's the time when you're growing."

"Thank you, teacher, I can do it myself," Yang Guangming said hurriedly.

Then, Zhu Mingxuan divided the fish among the three eager children and also gave some to his wife.

Mrs. Zhu declined, saying, "I'll just eat the vegetables; there are too many fish bones..."

"Mom, you should eat too." Dayong thoughtfully put a piece of food on his mother's plate.

The meal was simple yet heartwarming.

Yang Guangming noticed that the children even mixed the fish soup with their rice and ate it all up.

He knew in his heart that what he had brought was a timely help to this family, which further strengthened his resolve to do everything he could to help his teacher's family.

After the meal, Zhu Mingxuan glanced at his pocket watch and said to Yang Guangming, "I have to go to school this afternoon. Since you're here, don't rush to leave. I have some books in my study that you can look at."

He added meaningfully, "Some books are not easy to find outside."

Yang Guangming understood immediately: "Okay, teacher."

As Mrs. Zhu was clearing away the dishes, she said to Yang Guangming, "Yes, Guangming, you stay here and read your book. Wait patiently for Mingxuan to come back."

Zhu Mingxuan gave the children a few more instructions, then took his lesson plan and left.

After Yang Guangming helped Mrs. Zhu tidy up, he was led to Mr. Zhu's study.

It's called a study, but it's actually just a small room partitioned off from the main room. Besides a desk and chair, there are two large bookshelves against the wall, densely packed with books, including thread-bound ancient books, as well as many modern books and newspapers.

Mrs. Zhu pointed to the bookshelf: "Mingxuan said you can look at any shelf on the left, the top shelf. If you're thirsty, there's boiled water in the cupboard, help yourself."

After saying that, she went to check on the children during their afternoon nap.

Yang Guangming walked to the bookshelf, stood on tiptoe, and took down a few books from the top shelf on the left. The covers of the books were very simple, and some didn't even have covers, but when he saw the titles and contents, he was immediately struck by their beauty.

These books are not ordinary progressive publications, but rather more in-depth and systematic theoretical works. Some of them are even "banned books" that are strictly investigated by the outside world. They are truly beacons that can guide people to see the direction of the road.

He sat at his desk, carefully turned the pages of the book, and quickly became engrossed in it.

Although he had insights ahead of his time, times have changed and there are significant differences in the details.

Previous memories and emotions, as well as the unique context and way of thinking of this era, still need to be further integrated and deepened by reading these original and powerful texts.

He read very carefully, often closing the book to ponder, and combining his experiences from several lifetimes with his personal feelings in this life, he gained a deeper understanding of the theories in the book.

Time slipped away quietly as I read.

Just after 4:30 p.m., footsteps could be heard in the courtyard. It was Zhu Mingxuan returning from get out of class.

He greeted his wife first, and then went straight to the study.

Seeing Yang Guangming engrossed in reading with focused concentration and notes on a sheet of paper beside him, Zhu Mingxuan's eyes lit up with satisfaction.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, then slowly began, "Guangming, after watching all afternoon, what are your thoughts? Or rather, what are your questions?"

Yang Guangming put down his book, realizing that the real "training" was only just beginning.

He did not rush to show off his full understanding, but instead, like a progressive young man eager for knowledge and just beginning to explore, he raised several questions based on the content he was currently reading. These questions demonstrated his thinking without being too shocking.

Zhu Mingxuan patiently answered each question, and then went on to elaborate, analyzing the current revolutionary situation and tasks in a clear and concise manner, from theory to practice, from the international situation to the domestic situation.

He particularly emphasized the principle of "serving the people" and the unwavering faith and spirit of sacrifice that a true revolutionary should possess.

Yang Guangming nodded frequently as he listened, interjecting his own understanding at opportune moments. He quoted some viewpoints from what he had just read, and combined them with his father's injury, the decline of his family, and the suffering of the people he saw on the streets, to express his hatred for the old world and his longing for the new world.

His words were sincere and inspiring, supported by both theory and reality.

Zhu Mingxuan was increasingly delighted as he listened.

He discovered that this student not only had exceptional comprehension and was good at thinking, but more importantly, he was able to combine theory with his own experiences and observations, forming a simple yet firm sense of class sentiment and revolutionary consciousness.

This kind of heartfelt identification is far more reliable than mere rote memorization of theories.

"Well said!" Zhu Mingxuan couldn't help but praise. "Guangming, your understanding shows that you haven't wasted your time reading these books, nor have you let down the suffering you've endured. Remember, our strength comes from our grasp of the truth, and even more so from our close connection with the millions of suffering people."

The two sat down for a long talk in the study, the afterglow of the setting sun filtering through the window paper and casting a soft glow into the room.

From theoretical beliefs to organizational principles, from revolutionary ideals to the details that may be encountered in specific work, Zhu Mingxuan gave earnest guidance, and Yang Guangming humbly accepted it.

Before we knew it, it was already getting dark.

Mrs. Zhu whispered from the outer room, "Mingxuan, it's getting dark, and the Guangming family doesn't live very close..."

Zhu Mingxuan then snapped out of his fervent intellectual exchange, glanced at the hazy twilight outside the window, and said to Yang Guangming:

"It's getting late. You've had a great day. Stay for dinner and digest your food properly when you get home."

Remember, everything discussed today must be kept strictly secret; do not reveal a single word to even your closest relatives.

“I understand, teacher,” Yang Guangming replied solemnly.

Zhu Mingxuan wanted Yang Guangming to stay for dinner, but Yang Guangming stood up and politely declined: "Thank you, teacher and teacher's wife, but no thanks. I didn't tell my family I would be eating out when I left, and my parents will worry if I don't go back soon."

Starting tomorrow, I'll be coming here every afternoon. Since time is too short, I'll have to shamelessly stay for lunch, which will undoubtedly cause my teacher's wife a lot of trouble.

Seeing that what he said made sense, Zhu Mingxuan did not insist on keeping him any longer. He personally escorted him to the gate of the courtyard and whispered a reminder: "Remember to come on time tomorrow afternoon."

"I'll be right on time." Yang Guangming nodded, then picked up the empty bamboo basket, bid farewell to Mrs. Zhu and the children who were peeking out, and turned to disappear into the deepening night. (End of Chapter)