Yu Fuling nodded vigorously, folded the two silver bills carefully, put them into her purse, stuffed the purse into her small bag, and then climbed onto the bed.

Lying next to Yu Jiao, she couldn't help but reach out and hug her, "Yu Jiao, how can you be so kind? Our family is really lucky."

Yu Jiao laughed and said, "Go to sleep."

In the middle of the night, Yu Jiao was awakened by the sound of crackling rain outside the house. She got up, put on a coat, opened the window and looked at the sky. The dark sky seemed to be suffocating her.

Yu Jiao moved her five fingers slightly, and after a moment, she sighed softly. There has been too much rain here this summer. If the rivers and ditches are not dredged, there will definitely be autumn floods.

Cold wind mixed with rain blew in Yu Jiao's face. She raised her hand and closed the window. She tiptoed back to the bed. Yu Fuling, who was in a daze in her sleep, stuck to Yu Jiao. Feeling her cold hands and feet, she pulled the quilt towards her.

Yu Jiao pursed her lips, smiled, closed her eyes, and fell asleep quietly.

The next morning, the rain had stopped. When Liu Ziqi and Gu Yun were having breakfast, Liu Zi brought in a letter, "Sir, young marquis, there's a letter from the capital."

Liu Ziqi opened the letter and handed it to Gu Yun, saying, "The letter said that the money for dredging the Si River ditch has been allocated. It was Cheng Ying who persuaded the emperor after returning to Beijing."

"Him?" Gu Yun threw down the letter and said sarcastically, "Such a good deed of saving the common people of Liming is really not something that the head of the Imperial Household Department can do."

"It's a good thing after all." Liu Ziqi said with some concern, "But I'm afraid it will be too late to clear the silt now."

Gu Yun put down the bowl of porridge, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and said comfortingly, "The Si River is desilted every year, so it may not burst this year."

Liu Ziqi nodded. He had also finished his meal and said to Liu Zi who was standing beside him, "Prepare the car and go to Mengjia Village."

Liuzi responded and went downstairs to feed the horses. Liu Ziqi and Gu Yun went downstairs, and the three of them went to Mengjia Village.

When we arrived at the entrance of the village, we saw several men releasing water into the fields. It had rained heavily all night yesterday and a lot of water had accumulated in the fields.

Liu Ziqi got off the car and asked them, "Excuse me, brother, where does Meng Qingyun live?"

Several men who were busy at work heard the words and called out to Meng Dafu at the end of the field, "Dafu, hurry up, your relatives are here."

Meng Dafu walked over barefoot from the edge of the field and looked at Liu Ziqi. Seeing that he was dressed in rich clothes and had an extraordinary demeanor, and that he did not know him, he hurriedly said to the people from the same village, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is not my relative at all."

"Of course he is. This guy is asking about Uncle Qingyun!" said a man from the same village.

Liu Ziqi looked at Meng Dafu and asked in confusion, "Who is this little brother to Meng Qingyun?"

He could hardly remember what Meng Qingyun looked like, and wondered if the Meng Dafu in front of him could be Meng Qingyun's son.

"Are you looking for Uncle Qingyun?" Meng Dafu asked.

Liu Ziqi nodded, "Little brother, can you take me to Meng Qingyun's house?"

"Do you know Uncle Qingyun?" Meng Dafu was a little surprised that Meng Qingyun knew such a young man. Then he remembered that Meng Qingyun had been to the capital when he was young, and this man's accent did not sound like that of a northerner.

"He is an old friend." Liu Ziqi said, "We haven't seen each other for many years. I just happened to come to Changkui this time and visit him by the way."

Meng Dafu nodded and said, "No wonder, Uncle Qingyun passed away a year ago."

Liu Ziqi's expression changed slightly, "Meng Qingyun passed away? Is there anyone else in his family?"

"Yes, yes." Meng Dafu consoled him, "After Uncle Qingyun left, Third Aunt and Fei Ge'er and his mother are still in the village."

"Little brother, can you take me to his home?" Liu Ziqi said, "Even if the old friend is gone, since I am here, I should visit his family."

Meng Dafu thought that Liu Sanniang's life was difficult. If these two noble men could help her, the lives of them and their son might be better.

He nodded and said, "Okay, wait for me."

Seeing that the water in the field had almost been drained, Meng Dafu went to the ridge to pick up his shoes, put them on, and said to Liu Ziqi, "Come with me."

Liu Ziqi did not ride in the carriage again, and Gu Yun also jumped off the carriage. The two followed Meng Dafu to the village, and Liuzi drove behind them.

Liu Ziqi asked Meng Dafu, "Does Meng Qingyun have a daughter? I saw that girl many years ago. She should be thirteen or fourteen now, right?"

Seeing that he even knew this, Meng Dafu did not hide it and said, "Uncle Qingyun did have a daughter. After he passed away, the family's land was divided up. Third Aunt couldn't support them, so the eldest girl got married."

He was too embarrassed to say that Yu Jiao had been sold, and smiled naively, "The eldest girl from Uncle Qingyun's family happened to marry my wife's brother, so the villagers just mentioned relatives."

Liu Ziqi couldn't help but frown when he heard this. He couldn't imagine what he would do if Meng Qingyun's eldest daughter was really Su Jian. She should have been high and mighty, but was living the kind of life she was living now. If not, then... his hopes would be shattered.

He couldn't wait to meet Meng Qingyun's widow and the married girl.

Meng Dafu led the two to the gate of Liu Sanniang's dilapidated courtyard and said, "My two lords, we are here."

The gate of Liu Sanniang's courtyard was tightly closed. Ever since Meng Qingyun's death, her family had not interacted with the people in the village. Firstly, they were afraid of gossip, and secondly, the uncle and his wife of the Meng family were not easy to mess with. They often went to Liu Sanniang's house to rummage around and loot things. Now, all the things that were worth looking at in Liu Sanniang's house had been taken away by the uncle and his wife of the Meng family.

Meng Dafu went forward and knocked on the door. Soon, Liu Sanniang's weak voice came from the courtyard, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Third Aunt, Dafu." Meng Dafu said.

Meng Dafu and his wife helped the family a lot. Liu Sanniang heard the sound and went forward to open the gate. She saw two young men with extraordinary bearing standing next to Meng Dafu. She was a little surprised and asked, "Dafu, what's the matter?"