Rotting vegetable leaves, stones, and even dirty water were all thrown at Xiaoxiao's son.
Already haggard, Xiaoxiao's son became even more bedraggled.
"Hit him, that black-hearted man, a scholar too, so heartless and jealous of those better than him."
"Thank goodness the Fourth Prince is wise, otherwise this kind of person, if he really passed the exams and joined the court, would truly bring disaster to the country."
"Look at him, he probably won't pass, good thing his scholar hat was taken off, otherwise if he went back to be a teacher, he'd be misleading the youth."
"How could Shanshi County produce such a disgrace, truly shameful."
"Hit him, hit him..."
"Hit him..."
"..."
"..."
More and more people crowded the street, and the continuous curses echoed.
Xiaoxiao and Yang Ming were both squeezed into the crowd.
Listening to the curses, Xiaoxiao's son struggled forward.
From time to time, he would reach out to block the smelly, dirty items thrown at him by the villagers.
