The person was hanging his head low, his clothes tattered, clutching a broken fishing basket.
"Uncle Zhou?"
Feng Bailing recognized the visitor as Uncle Zhou, a villager from the fishing village who delivered oysters to her.
"Princess Feng, the shells have been stolen."
The other party was ashamed and dared not look at Feng Bailing.
"What happened to you? How did you get beaten up like this? Who hit you?"
Feng Bailing examined him, noticing his bruised and swollen face, clearly having been beaten.
"Some people came to our village to buy shells, offering a price 50% higher than Zuixian Inn. All the villagers sold the shells they had saved to them. I thought of your great kindness to our family and couldn't betray my conscience for money, so I refused to sell. Those people beat me up and almost completely robbed me of the shells. I was delayed for hours, and I just managed to get here."
Uncle Zhou said, tears streaming down his face.
"Uncle Zhou, you've been wronged."
