To make a horse run, you have to let it eat more grass.
"Then I must thank the great sir."
Pan Mountain Eagle's face was full of smiles— in the past, in the bandit camp, when the village chief was displeased, he would vent on his subordinates. Unlike the great sir who was so generous and forgiving, if it was your fault, it was your fault; if not, you wouldn't have to take the blame.
...
After Zhou Xuan bid farewell to Peng Sheng and Pan Mountain Eagle, he took a day trip back to East Market Street, where in the backyard of the Old Painting Pavilion, he found a few yellow-skinned creatures looking for food. He said, "Do you recognize me, Zhou Xuan?"
Those yellow-skinned creatures, with their supernatural awareness, might not recognize Zhou Xuan's appearance, but they had all heard his name, and immediately they stood up, nodding continuously.
"Go inform Huang Xi that I'm waiting for her at the Old Painting Pavilion."
