Zhao Zhitong and the others listened in shock, their eyes wide. After a moment of stunned silence, Zhao Zhitong spoke again. "Uncle, don't be afraid," she said. "My friend here has many books at home. The books say that judges aren't afraid of power or danger and will punish the wicked for the people! We want to file a complaint with a judge. He will surely punish Landlord Qin!"
Qiao Muchen, who was pulled along, nodded emphatically in agreement.
The farmer looked at Zhao Zhitong, then at Qiao Muchen, and finally asked uncertainly, "Are there really such judges in this world?"
Zhao Zhitong nodded emphatically. "There certainly are!"
Seeing the farmer was moved, Zhao Zhitong quickly winked at Qiao Muchen. He instantly understood, took out pen and paper from his bag, and spread them out on a roadside stone.
Seeing this, Wei Shulan immediately brought out the inkstone.
The farmer, witnessing this, was surprised again. "You can write?"
