"Older Brother Jingren, get that shuttlecock down for me!" In the family courtyard, Zheng Xiaoxuan was pulling on Zheng Jingren, her face full of entreaty. Yet the laughter twinkling in her large eyes betrayed the little girl.
Ever since Zheng Jingren had occasionally shown off his ability to leap more than ten feet high, the frequency of Zheng Xiaoxuan's belongings ending up on the trees or the roof had increased.
And it seemed that Zheng Jingren was completely oblivious to Zheng Xiaoxuan's scheme, as he always helped her retrieve her little things.
"Zheng Ming, Uncle Gong Xuan will be back soon!" After handing the shuttlecock to Zheng Xiaoxuan, Zheng Jingren said gravely to Zheng Ming.
Zheng Ming wasn't surprised that Zheng Jingren had more up-to-date information than he did. This was Qingchuan County, where Zheng Jingren's family held considerable sway, naturally possessing a matching intelligence network.