Zhao Hanzhang glanced at Geng Rong and smiled slightly. If even someone like Geng Rong, who was literate, capable, and thoughtful, stood by her side, would the ordinary people have any doubts?
Zhao Hanzhang looked at the smoke rising from the various homes' chimneys and casually knocked on the door of one house.
A man cooking in the kitchen came out to open the door. When he saw Zhao Hanzhang, he was a bit excited but also a bit apprehensive. "Why is the lady here?"
Could it be that she's here to take back the house and kick him out?
Zhao Hanzhang said, "I came to see how you are living here. Are you getting used to it?"
The man breathed a sigh of relief and immediately responded, "Getting used to it, definitely used to it, very much so."
"How many people live here?"
"Five, one per room," the man replied with a flattering smile. "We've kept the house very tidy, nothing is messy."
