After Transmigrating, I Became the Favored One in My Mountain Stronghold

Transmigrated to become a mountain bandit? Well, it's like returning to my old profession. The mountain stronghold was as poor as could be, so we could only start developing the land to achieve...

Chapter 112 Laying Down the Banner

The words of objection were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't bring herself to say them, especially when she met Jiang Mian's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, and her heart became even more flustered.

“Madam is right…we’ll just accept our bad luck and not pursue it any further.”

After he finished speaking, Chen Han felt his heart tighten suddenly, almost making it hard for him to breathe. That was all his private property!

Jiang Mian remained calm and composed regarding the Chen family's behavior. Despite their tearful outbursts, he knew they might cause trouble later.

Master Jiang sat at the head of the table, watching his son leisurely sip tea. He had always felt that his father was biased, preferring to support his grandson rather than his son. His father always said that he was too narrow-minded and limited in his vision, and therefore not suited for a career in government.

Although he had grievances back then, he dared not disobey his father's teachings and watched helplessly as his father supported Mian'er to sit on the throne of Ye County.

He felt something was off about his son's behavior these days, especially towards the Chen family. They had caused quite a stir in Ye County over the years, but his son seemed to ignore it completely.

From beginning to end, it was actually my wife and I who indulged them.

If it weren't for the incident with his wife a while ago, and Mian'er's sudden questioning, he wouldn't have thought of these things.

When Mian'er used her iron-fisted methods to maintain order in Ye County, she didn't seem like the type to be easily swayed.

Thinking of this, Old Master Jiang stared intently at his son, then looked at the disheveled Chen family members, and was deeply shocked.

Sure enough, his son was more suited to a career in government than him.

"Ahem... Alright, all of you, stop making a scene. Not only have you tarnished Mian'er's reputation, but someone has also used a threatening word in your household. If outsiders find out, it won't just be a matter of losing face."

Everyone: "......"

Even Jiang Mian, who was sitting to the side drinking tea, couldn't help but glance at his father. Why did he suddenly change his mind?

However, the Chen family was completely terrified this time.

Seeing the Chen family's angry but hesitant expression, Jiang Mian almost couldn't help but laugh. That girl really knew how to prescribe the right medicine; she knew that the Chen family was all bark and no bite and that they were most afraid of death.

The ordeal of these past few days has come to an end with the Chen family's compromise.

Furthermore, the princess personally issued a document clearing the Lion King Escort Agency of suspicion, leaving the decision of whether to stay or leave entirely up to the individual.

No matter how much the escort agency celebrated, Mo Lan ignored it. After sleeping and drinking her fill, she went straight out. She had come to Ye County to buy seeds, and dealing with the escort agency's troubles was just a side thing.

After finding the grain shop, Mo Lan glanced around and asked, "Shopkeeper, what seeds do you still have for sale?"

"Wheat seeds, white radishes, Chinese cabbage, millet... there are quite a few kinds. I wonder what the young lady needs?" The shopkeeper asked immediately, seeing that Mo Lan looked a little clueless.

"Do you have any seeds suitable for overwintering?" Mo Lan asked the shopkeeper.

"Ha~, girl, you've probably never farmed before, have you? What crop can survive the winter? Once it snows heavily, they'll all freeze to death!"

Before the shopkeeper could speak, a passerby buying grain couldn't help but burst out laughing. She looked Mo Lan up and down.

"Little girl, stop being naughty and go home. Don't delay the shopkeeper's business."

Although the shopkeeper looked embarrassed at Mo Lan's expression, he did not refute her, proving that his thoughts were the same as the other person's.

How much wheat seed do you have left?

"this?"

The shopkeeper looked at Mo Lan suspiciously, wondering why she was asking these questions. What if she was a spy sent by a competitor? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?