After a hearty meal, Sun Shijie looked apologetically at Sun Zhong and said, "This time, come down the mountain with me. You're at that age now, and seeing the world outside wouldn't make our journey through life a wasted one."
Sun Zhong hesitated and wrote on paper, "Have the foreign devils been driven away?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment before realizing that Sun Zhong's understanding of the outside world was still stuck in the war-torn era.
"They've been driven away, long gone, and we won't be invaded again," Xiao Feng replied.
"That's good, that's good." Sun Zhong nodded while writing.
After finishing the last character, Sun Zhong headed towards the bamboo house and gestured for everyone to follow.
The furnishings inside the bamboo house were simple, with no tables or chairs, only a bamboo bed.
On the bed was spread animal skin and a sheepskin blanket, and on the wall hung a horn bow and a quiver made of animal hide.
