After vacating the East Palace, he took the mythical beasts to open up wasteland.

Chapter 30, Accept the Invitation

"It's getting late and it's difficult to travel at night. Master Song, please go back first!"

"Walk slowly without sending."

After Ji Caiyan finished speaking, he used Qing Gong and flew away.

Fly away, go, go...

Song Wenqing:? ? ?

"I'll come back another day."

Song Wen's clear and clear voice floated into Ji Caiyan's ears.

Ji Caiyan shook her messy hair blown by the wind, turned back, rolled her eyes, and continued flying.

Song Wenqing:...

Fortunately, people in the village were out picking wild flowers and selling them for money, otherwise they would have screamed out when they saw this strange scene.

Arrived at home.

Ji Shuchen is working in the open-air kitchen, and Bai Zhixuan is embroidering handkerchiefs.

Bai Zhixuan's embroidery is double-sided embroidery, and she is the only one in Beijing who can embroider.

"Mom and Dad, I'm back."

Ji Caiyan adjusted the expression on her face and said as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go cook the pot when we get back!"

Ji Shuchen wiped the sweat from his face, rolled out noodles in his hand, and stared at the fire on the stove.

"Ah, I remembered something else. Call me after dinner."

Ji Caiyan decisively turned around and left.

Just opened the trembling door of my home.

The two figures outside the door made Ji Caiyan pause.

She is Wang Cuihua’s husband and mother-in-law.

"Is your dad at home?"

Wang Gang looked Ji Caiyan up and down and showed a malicious smile.

He stretched his head and looked into the house.

I heard that the mother and daughter of the exiled family had a wonderful child. They met their daughter in the morning, but unfortunately they were beating their own daughter-in-law and had no time to look at her.

When I took a look today, I saw that she was indeed a beauty.

It has to be said that the leather faces of the nobles in the capital are better than those of the farmers.

"what's up?"

Ji Caiyan blocked the man's view, with a cold expression on her face.

"Girl Yan, have you talked about our marriage? How about I introduce you to you?"

The old woman's eyes flashed.

The daughter-in-law of her natal brother's son has been dead for three years, and it was time for them to get married.

"If you have anything to say, just say it. I'm listening."

After saying that, Ji Caiyan took an arm-thick wooden stick from nowhere in his hand.

There was a click.

He broke it effortlessly and threw it at the old woman's feet.

The old woman's eyelids twitched and she swallowed the words as they reached her lips.

Forget it, her maternal nephew is too spoiled to marry such an arrogant wife.

"In three days, I want to invite your father to my house to enjoy your father's blessings."

The old woman finally revealed her purpose.

If you want to find a man with many children and good fortune, there are plenty of them in the village, so it’s easy to find dozens of them.

But the old woman didn't want her grandson to be a weakling in the future. She wanted to find a few who could read and get a taste of books.

Ji Shuchen is a nobleman from the capital.

Even if he is down and out now, it is still much better than an ordinary mud-legged person.

The most important thing is that Ji Shuchen can read and read.

There used to be only two scholars in the village, one was Jiang Zhaodi's uncle Jiang Dacheng, and the other was Jiang Zhaodi's ex-fiancé Zhang Shao.

Before that, their mother and son went to the homes of these two families. Jiang Dacheng regarded himself as a scholar and was unwilling to do such a thing.

Zhang Shao also refused.

I can only come here to find this down-and-out noble man.

"What are you doing at your house? Is there any benefit?"

Ji Caiyan asked knowingly.

Can the men in the village line up and beat the women on the abdomen with branches to give birth to a son?

<divclass="contentadv">Absurd.

"I told you, but you don't understand. As long as your father comes to my house, he will get five cents."

The old woman's face was full of pain, and the wrinkles on her face were squeezed together.

In fact, even if they don't give copper coins, some people will help. No one knows whether their daughter-in-law or granddaughter-in-law can continue the family line.

If you don’t go by yourself today, no one will come from home tomorrow.

The meaning of giving copper coins is to buy the other person the blessing of having a child.

"I will definitely go in three days."

Behind Ji Caiyan, Ji Shuchen's voice came.

No sadness, no joy.

"Hey, hey, just go, just go."

The old woman didn't expect that Ji Shuchen really agreed. She thought that scholars were as noble as Zhang Shao and Jiang Dacheng!

Ji Shuchen was not lucky enough to have a son, but he could lend him some nobility.

Maybe my grandson can become an official in the future!

The old woman's eyebrows were filled with joy and she kept thanking Ji Caiyan behind her.

The wrinkled face was not as harsh as when he saw her on the mountain, but actually looked a little kind.

Like a good old man who loves his grandson.

Even Wang Gang, who was beating his wife this morning, had a smile on his face.

Even the look he looked at Ji Caiyan was no longer so lewd.

Somewhat grateful.

It seems that they still don't know that Wang Cuihua is now at Li Zheng's house, helping to exchange copper coins for people in the village.

Thinking that Wang Cuihua was still on the mountain, she worked hard picking flowers and exchanging them for copper coins.

Ji Caiyan closed the door and ignored the mother and son who were still saying thank you outside.

"Dad, do you know what they asked you to do?"

Ji Caiyan sat next to the stove and filled it with firewood.

The firewood burned very vigorously, casting a warm light on Ji Caiyan's face.

The water in the pot was bubbling and steaming.

Ji Shuchen combed the rolled noodles with his hands and threw them into the pot.

The brown noodles mixed with white noodles are tumbling back and forth in the water, revealing the unique fragrance of grain.

"I know. When I was walking in the village with your mother today, I heard from others that they went to almost every house."

Ji Shuchen's face looked a little bad.

I didn't expect the villagers in this place to be so ignorant.

But come to think of it, almost every dynasty is dominated by men, and carrying on the family line has become the most important thing for every family.

Not to mention the ignorant people in this border area, even in the capital and the royal family, those thoughts still exist.

The reason why his stupid imperial brothers were so eager to get the location of the East Palace was because they saw that he had no imperial grandson.

"His daughter-in-law is called Wang Cuihua. She is working under me now, helping to exchange copper coins for the villagers, and also helping to find people to build workshops."

Ji Caiyan put a clean bowl next to the stove, stirred the pot a few times with a big spoon, and put some vegetables in the pot.

Some of the green vegetables were bought from nearby villagers, and some were taken from the space. They were mixed together so that no one else could tell.

Once the vegetables are soaked in water, they are ready.

"Ah."

Ji Shuchen responded, seemingly not interested in the workshop Ji Caiyan would build in the future.

The family of three sat on the stone benches in the yard and had a simple dinner.

One bowl of mixed noodles per person, that's it.

After dinner, it was not completely dark yet.

Ji Shuchen rolled up his sleeves and dug in the ground with a hoe.

The hard soil was turned loose and soft.

Bai Zhixuan, who has always been regarded as the most beautiful woman in the capital, is also holding a hoe at this moment, sorting the soft soil into small ravines.

Ji Caiyan took the seeds Ji Shuchen exchanged with the villagers and sprinkled them.

There was still a lot of water in the water tank. Ji Caiyan filled some with a wooden bucket and watered the seeds that had just been sprinkled.

The coarse cloth clothes of the three of them were also stained with a lot of mud.

This scene was drawn on paper by spies from the Zhu family and sent to the capital on flying pigeons.

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