At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

One carriage after another drove off the bluestone pavement and onto the dirt road.

Although the convoy pulled to the side, the road was only that wide. Many people who were carrying seasonal vegetables and fruits and planning to enter the city stopped to get out of the way.

There was an old man in front of him, staggering to the side with a load on his back. The convoy slowed down for fear of accidental collision, and Xiefu Nursing Home came to help.

The pleasantries among the villagers reached the ears of the people inside the car through the car windows. "Old Li's family, your pomegranates are producing well this year."

"It's so good. Look at how numb it is. It's not attractive at all. It can't be sold at a good price."

Mrs. Li took out a pomegranate and showed it to the man, but she still had a smile on her face.

The man squatted down and patted the pumpkins in his basket, and said: "The farmers don't care about these, just eat them."

"Besides, even if a rich cook buys it, it's still peeled by servants. It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not."

"That's right." Mrs. Li put the pomegranates back into the basket and looked at the long motorcade.

He wondered: "Whose fleet is so long? I haven't heard that any big family in Linyuan is moving."

"I don't know." The man tilted his head and asked loudly to the child under the shade of the tree: "My dear grandson, look at the words on the flag on the carriage."

The child who was reading under the shade of the tree replied loudly: "Yes! Thank you very much."

"Oh, it can't be from Jiangling Marquis." The man raised his fingers and counted.

But no, a few days ago, after the list was posted in autumn, Linyuan has been seeing scholars traveling far away every day, either riding horses to the north or taking boats to the east.

Mrs. Li screamed: "What?! The Marquis of Jiangling. Is he the Marquis of Qinghe Ting a few years ago?"

Farm women rarely pay attention to the court's developments. In addition to working in the fields every day, they also have to wash clothes and cook, so they are very busy.

But older men often talk about it. Even in the fields, we can still hold a hoe and chat for a few words.

"Let's look at the most luxurious car at the front. Have you ever seen anyone in Linyuan own one? That car is exclusive to the Marquis."

The middle-aged man on the other side chewed half of the licorice root in his mouth, sucking in the sweetness. Showing off his knowledge quite proudly.

Mrs. Li didn't care, there was nothing to be proud of in arguing with him. He quickly asked his man to pick up a pomegranate and chase the lead car.

How can a person carrying a heavy object catch up with a carriage? Besides, the first car went first and was already far away.

In that carriage, Mrs. Li saw that she could not catch up with the leading carriage, so she threw the pomegranate into the nearest carriage.

With red eyes, Mrs. Li said with a trembling voice: "We always remember that it was the Marquis who warned Mr. Zhuang about the flood three years ago. There was nothing good in the fields in the past few years, but now that you have been promoted, I don't know where it is. It’s not that we don’t know how to repay kindness.”

For big shots, the flood incident may be a sign of political achievement, a touch of red in the assessment.

For thousands of ordinary people, they can transfer their valuable belongings in advance without losing their money and life. This saved their lives.

The people who were avoiding the situation also followed Mrs. Li and joined the team feeding the carriage.

As soon as Xie Zhushu stretched out his hand to give the money, he was thrown back into the carriage by a big cabbage.

The worst person was Mei Xingyun, who was picking pomegranates with his head down. A pumpkin fell from the sky and smashed him until he was blinded. He said in pain: "Who is so heartless? Hit me with a pumpkin."

Listening to the wailing in the carriage, the boy on the roadside lowered his head and pulled his patched sleeves guiltily.

It was over. He was so excited that he didn't think about it. The pumpkin skin was so hard that he didn't know if it had damaged anyone.

Then, a silver ingot hit the child's arm, causing slight numbness. The child looked up, but saw no one was doing it, so he could only pick up the silver ingot blankly.

Looking at the motorcade, a vague longing grew in the child's heart. He felt so majestic. He also wanted to be loved and cared for by the villagers like this...

Zhen Youqian's eyes were slightly moist and he put his hands behind his head. He kicked Mei Xingyun, who was lying on the corpse. "Okay, I'll help you get revenge."

Giving birth to a son should be like Xie Yuheng, now he knows what his father meant.

Xie Mingli wore an elegant green shirt and rode beside Xie Yuheng's car. Listening to the commotion behind him, he turned his head and asked the escort what was going on.

The escort scratched his head and glanced at the carriage, "It should be a gift for the Marquis. I don't know for sure. I can only guess."

The bodyguard touched the wooden box in the baggage. Inside was the lion cake that his mother insisted on bringing, saying that it was for the Marquis of Jiangling, not him.

This...Jiang Linghou has never tasted any good food. How can he get it? What if he dislikes it...

Xie Mingli drove his horse back.

On the way, I met the deputy escort scratching his head, wondering if he was going to stop me or not.

As a native of Linyuan, he knows very well what these people are thinking. Not to mention, if it weren't for the restriction of his identity, he would have wanted to fight in person.

Look at how these people throw it. They can't even throw it in after four or five throws. It's so frustrating.

"Thank you, Sir, please stop the convoy." The deputy head escort saw a green figure passing by and hurriedly rode after him to ask.

"No need, speed up."

"Oh, that's okay." The deputy escort looked regretful, gently pinched the horse's belly and ordered people to go.

It would be great if he told him to stop, fill it up and go on. The Marquis of Jiangling would not have to send people to buy groceries on the way, which would save a lot of money.

When Xie Mingli arrived in front of the farmers, the last carriage carrying boxes and cages also drove away.

Xie Mingli stood up and dismounted, cupped his hands in front of everyone and said, "Thanks to the kindness of my fellow villagers, I would like to thank you all on my behalf."

A sound like spring water flows in everyone's ears. The eldest girl and the young daughter-in-law all blushed quietly, without the fierce look they had just throwing melons and fruits at.

"What's that? Young man, you come to come to Yuan often when you have free time. Remember to bring the little Marquis with you." Old Li stood on the dirt road with one bare foot. He must have been accidentally stepped on by someone while chasing the carriage.

With a gentle smile on his face, Xie Mingli said warmly: "Okay, definitely."

But the villagers all know in their hearts that if we say goodbye to each other, the young Marquis will go north to the spring palace next year. Even if he fails, he will never come to Laiyuan again if nothing happens.

Xie Mingli made a gesture, and immediately the Xie family nurse came forward to give the farmers money.

He took off his shoes, wearing only white socks, walked up to Old Li Tou, and said softly: "Mr.'s feet seem to be as big as the ones below. If you don't mind, I'll put on these shoes first."

Old Li Tou took a step back and waved his hands repeatedly, "Why do you want this? You are a noble person. We are used to foraging in the fields barefoot, so we can do it without any clothes."

Xie Mingli acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He supported Old Li's head with his strong arms and raised it slightly. The nurse immediately put the shoes on Old Li's feet.

This is the north gate, and it takes an hour to walk to the nearest village. How to walk barefoot on the sand? Would an old farmer be willing to spend money to buy a pair of straw sandals?

Xie Mingli walked quickly to the horse, crossed his long legs and got on the horse. The sun shone on his face from the side, as if it was coated with a layer of golden light.