Seeing that Yinreng didn't reply, the strong man looked even more alert.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"I don't understand..."

Seeing that the man was about to rush up with his companions if he didn't answer, Yinreng quickly replied.

The man was stunned for a moment when he heard Yinreng's accent. A young man with a clear face pulled his sleeve.

“Brother Daniel, they are not locals.”

"I can hear it. The question is where are they from? Do you know where this accent comes from?"

The young man scratched his head.

"……have no idea."

Daniel glared at the young man.

"The village head once said that those merchants all spoke Mandarin, but I don't know if they were speaking Mandarin..."

The villagers began to murmur in front of Yinreng and others.

Yinreng was full of question marks.

Soon, the village headman came hurriedly.

The head of the village was an old man with gray hair, dark skin and a face full of wrinkles.

Da Niu and others hurried to meet them.

The village head briefly understood the whole story and looked at Yinreng's clothes. After he had a clear idea in his mind, he walked up to Yinreng and others and asked in a not-so-standard official language,

"May I ask where you are from? What brings you to this small mountain village?"

These words sounded stiff, as if strangers were extremely unwelcome. Yinreng's eyes flashed, and he turned his head to glance at Dachun.

Dachun understood and went forward to negotiate with the village head.

"We have come from Kyoto, intending to visit our relatives in Yilin. However, my master suffers from seasickness, so we have to travel by land. A few days ago, while hunting in the mountains, we got lost and only found our way today. We would like to stay here for one night. I wonder if the village head could make it convenient for us?"

He has been in a high position for many years, so when facing the village head, even if he disguised himself, his attitude was inevitably a bit stiff.

The village head frowned, feeling somewhat unhappy, but seeing that everyone around Yinreng was fully armed, he did not dare to refuse.

The price of offending the powerful is something that ordinary people like them cannot afford.

"In that case, please follow me."

The village head pondered for a moment and finally decided to take the person home.

Trouble has arrived at his doorstep, and he can't refuse it. Now he can only hope that these people really want to stay with him.

Hearing that the village head had agreed, the surrounding villagers became a little nervous and quickly called out to him.

"Uncle Lei..."

"If you don't want to offend me, just shut up!"

The headman glanced at everyone and then staggered towards the village.

The guards following the young master were not equipped with weapons that ordinary people could use. If you offended them, your death would be in vain.

Upon hearing this, the remaining villagers looked at each other and tactfully gave way.

After settling into the village head's house, Yinreng took two or three people and went for a stroll at the foot of the mountain.

The remaining people surrounded this small village. When the village chief saw this, the wrinkles on his face looked deeper than before.

Wei Xudong, who was in charge of settling the horses, watched the son of the village head finish mixing the fodder. He took out a silver ingot, about two taels, from his arms and stuffed it into Chen Dalang's hand.

"Here, this is a reward for you!"

Chen Dalang had only seen silver when he got married that year. At this moment, he felt that the silver in his hand was hot.

"No need for silver, sir! It's just some fodder and beans, not worth that much."

There is fodder everywhere on the mountain. The soybeans were saved by the family and they were going to exchange them for tofu. When they were taken out just now, my father was already prepared to suffer some losses.

I didn't expect that the noble man would actually give me money.

Wei Xudong didn't understand the dialect he spoke, so he smiled and waved his hand, pointing to his ears.

Seeing this, Chen Dalang hurried to find his father with the silver in his hands.

Yinreng was tired from walking, so he stood halfway up the mountain and looked down at the villagers working.

The sun was only a crack away from setting, but the people planting rice in the paddy fields had no intention of going home. Smoke rose from the village, which must be the women starting to cook.

Yinreng stood with his hands behind his back, looked for a while, then turned to ask Dachun,

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'Wealth doesn't last more than three generations?'"

Dachun was stunned for a moment, and then replied honestly,

“Yes.”

"Have you ever thought about why this sentence isn't followed by 'poverty cannot last more than three generations'?"

"I have never thought about it."

"Because poverty will disappear after the third generation..."

Yinreng's voice was calm, and no emotion could be heard from it, but it sent a chill down Dachun's spine.

"From another perspective, there has never been a third generation of poverty."

Dachun was speechless.

Yinreng didn't expect him to empathize with the people here. In fact, he always knew that Dachun's mission in coming to him was not only to protect him, but also to monitor him.

But he always pretended not to know.

So what if it’s made clear?

Before Kangxi died, if he didn't want to be trapped in Yuqing Palace as a prisoner, he had no choice but to obey Kangxi.

As for after Kangxi's death...

By then he was nearly fifty, so it didn't really matter whether he lived or died.

If his brothers came to power and were willing to let him go out and become a rich man, that would certainly be good, but if the new emperor could not tolerate him and forced him to die, he would not feel any loss.

He can do it without any confidants or followers around him.

There was only one person, Guaerjia, to whom he owed both his lives.

Thinking of Guaerjia clan, Yinreng sighed deeply.

"well…"

Then he turned and walked down the mountain.

Dachun hurried to follow.

After going through many twists and turns and returning to the village chief's house, Yinreng lay down on the bed prepared by the guards and took a nap for a while.

Not long after, I heard a lot of noise outside.

Yinreng pushed open the door and went out, just as the guards who went hunting entered the courtyard.

Six people killed a wild boar and a musk deer.

The villagers had also returned from the fields at this time, lying outside and looking at the prey curiously.

Yinreng asked Dachun to keep the musk deer and drag the wild boar to the village head, asking him to deal with it.

The village head was a little bit incredulous at first, but after confirming it repeatedly, the expression on his face relaxed.

Ever since the cavalry entered the village, he had been on edge, fearing that he would do something wrong and anger them.

From their clothing to their iconic buns, everything about this group of people proves that they are not simple.

Although this young master in the lead doesn't look like a good person, he has a good heart.

It was already late today and it was a bit late to divide the meat, so he called a few young men to take out the wild boar and leave it for division tomorrow.

In the evening, the village head's daughters-in-law worked together to find the musk deer. It didn't taste very good, but Yinreng ate a lot of it.

In fact, just by looking at the furnishings and food and daily necessities in the headman's house, he had already made some conclusions in his mind.

The people here should be living a good life.

Otherwise he would not be treated with white rice.

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