Jiang Xiaonian has always felt that he should be a knight-errant, but not a big shot like the best in the world, a martial arts supreme, who is surrounded by people and gets involved in intrigues, but a knight-errant!
What is a ranger? He just does good deeds without leaving his name, and no one has ever seen his true face. He always has his own legend in the world. As soon as he shows up, all the girls want to marry him. . .
But actually. . . What he did when he first came out of the mountain was to help the old lady catch the hens that flew to the top of the tree, help the old man pick up the shoes that floated in the middle of the river, help mediate a group of snot-nosed kids who were fighting in a group, and was even bitten by a gap-toothed kid. . .
The reward received was at most half a steamed bun and a bowl of coarse tea, which was hard to fill up, let alone a big bowl of wine and a big mouthful of meat. . . No one remembered his name, and the girls ignored him. . . Extraordinary skills? Oh! Suave? Oh! Everyone praises it? Oh!