All eyes beheld a crowd clad in homespun tunics, their waists cinched with pale cloth belts. Both men and women sported long hair, styled into loose topknots atop their heads. The faces of the elder men bore etchings of hardship deeper than the yellow earth itself.,Lin Hao ran's heart was filled with suspicion, his mind a maze of puzzles. However, he found that every face seemed familiar to him, and the name "Fool" didn't seem out of place, as if it truly belonged to him.,It was that very spring, he devoted himself to a common scholar from Changlin Village.。