Chase Him Out of the Sect

When Jiang Jinlu thought about what he had seen these days, he felt that the prosperity of the capital was somewhat unreal.

When he was young, he was accepted as a disciple by his teacher, and he was given food and shelter. Some people spoiled him. Although he did not get as much money as his senior brothers, compared to ordinary families, it was still much better.

He could not be considered a poor student.

When he was searching for tears in the countryside, he had seen farmers who were as tired as an old cow. He had seen scholars who forgot to eat and sleep. The ones he had seen the most were children who knew nothing but walked the path their families told them to.

It reminded him of the suffering he had suffered when he was young.

Jiang Jinlu looked much more stable than before and spoke less. After passing the bottle to Xie Qiao, he was not in a hurry to ask when the cow's tears would be ready.