His two actions were very simple.
The first action, he walked to a stone bench, sat down upright, and even straightened his robe.
The second action, he turned and pointed to a large tree beside him.
Li Qingmu was exceptionally intelligent; sitting, tree, taking two of those words, that is...
"Duanmu?"
He was shocked in his heart and blurted out.
The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "I don't know, I don't know, I haven't said anything!"
Li Qingmu stood up, put down a silver ingot, and cupped his hands: "Thank you, elder!"
He rode away, the old man looked at the money on the table, shook his head, and looked somewhat fearful: "Something is going to happen, something is going to happen! Hurry, pack up and take the children away from here, the further the better!"
"Grandpa, why? We live here happily, why do we have to leave? Where can we go? Who will take us in?"
A woman nearby heard this and immediately started weeping, her tears falling pat-pat.
