Seeing a carriage approach, they craned their necks to look. "Is that Jing back?"
"It must be. Dashan brought news this afternoon that Jing and the others had made it to the county seat. After a meal and a short rest, they should be arriving right about now."
"Oh, quick, go tell everyone! Our village's Scholar is back!"
But there was no need to call anyone. Mr. Zhao had already sent two of his grandsons to keep watch at the village entrance.
When his grandsons didn't return, Mr. Zhao had paced over himself, arriving just in time to see Zhao Jing and the others enter the village.
Mr. Zhao slapped his thigh and immediately rushed forward to meet them. "Jing! Jing is back..."
At Mr. Zhao's shout, the entire Zhao Village seemed to awaken from a deep slumber.
Hearing the news, the villagers all ran over, surrounding Zhao Jing and Chen Wanqing and blocking their path.
The carriage could go no further, and the two of them had no choice but to disembark.
