That day, Song Yuehua was at the bamboo craftsman's house, repairing arrows, when a villager suddenly came over and shouted, "Daya, there are a few people at the entrance of the village, saying they are looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Song Yuehua stood up and followed the group. Looking down from the top of the wall, she saw that the person was Yan Fengjian, followed by Wang Da and Wang Xiao.

After getting the people in, Yan Fengjian said in admiration, "I was so worried all along the way, but I didn't expect that you would actually build a wall."

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Song Yuehua asked.

"Of course it's because I'm worried about you!" Yan Feng let out a sigh and walked forward on his own. Seeing that Song Yuehua didn't catch up with him, he had to stop and wait for someone to come over.

Song Yuehua inquired, "We have had refugees and cult members come here several times. Does your father have any measures in the county?"

"Instead of relying on the government, it is better to escape to the south, maybe there is a way to survive." Yan Fengjian said in a low voice.

Song Yuehua looked at him, "What's going on?"

"The imperial court has no grain to provide disaster relief." Yan Feng said.

If there is no food to provide disaster relief, where will the food go?

"Can't the government do something about the merchants hoarding grain?" Song Yuehua asked.

Seeing Yan Feng pursed his lips and kept walking forward, Wang Xiao came forward and whispered, "Miss Song, it's better not to ask. Most people in the officialdom are forced to do things against their will."

The government has no choice, what about the people?

The three of them arrived at the Song family.

When they got home, Yan Feng saw that Song Yuehua seemed to have calmed down a lot. She also calmed down her anger and made some tea for them.

Wang Xiao took the opportunity to talk to Song Yuehua when she went to the kitchen to boil water, "Miss Song, the Third Master has fallen out with his family because he ran back from Luozhou to find you."

"How did he run away with the two of you here?" Song Yuehua knew that these two were very capable.

Wang Xiao scratched his nose and said, "Second Master said that there are some things that Third Master will only listen to if Miss Song says them."

Song Yuehua paused, and after hearing the hidden meaning in the words, she asked, "What else did your Second Master say?"

Wang Xiao glanced outside the door before whispering, "Second Master is in Qingzhou now. He promises to take good care of Miss Xiaoyu. I hope Miss Song can persuade Third Master to return to Luozhou..."

Song Yuehua leaned over and added two sticks of firewood to the stove, then stood up and patted the ashes off her body and said, "Brother Wang, please help me light the fire. After the water boils, please help yourself. I'll go talk to your Third Master."

Wang Xiao nodded and said, "Thank you, young lady."

"No, thank you, Master San, for me."

Yan Fengjian was unpacking the cloth bag he brought with him. After opening it, he found a large wooden box with fine workmanship inside. Seeing Song Yuehua coming over, Yan Fengjian waved at her and said with a smile, "Come and take a look."

The wooden box had several layers. When it was opened, it contained a complete set of gold head ornaments, one large piece and forty or fifty small pieces of various styles and shapes, including crowns, hairpins, hairpins, step-shakes, earrings, rings and bracelets. The red gold plum blossom pattern was inlaid with rubies. Even Song Yuehua was amazed by its exquisiteness.

"This is……"

Yan Fengjian smiled and said, "This is for you. Since we are engaged, we should at least have a token of engagement. How about it? Do you like it? If not, I will find something else. Also..."

"Wait," Song Yuehua asked, "When did you and I get engaged?"

Yan Feng said, "We agreed to get married at 30, how can you go against your will? By the way, we'd better exchange engagement letters. I was careless..."

"Yan Fengjian, you should go back to Luozhou." Song Yuehua said.

“No!”

Yan Feng sat down and said, "I will live here from today on. Wherever you are, I will be there. Instead of worrying about you all day, it is better to stay with you all the time. This way, I can sleep peacefully."

Song Yuehua sat down opposite him and pleaded, "Yan Fengjian, I beg you to go back to Luozhou. I need your second brother to protect Xiaoyu for me. This matter is very unfair to you, but it is very important to me, very important..."

Song Yuehua clenched her fists and lowered her head. Originally, she wanted Wei Da to go to Qingzhou as well, but even if Wei Da, Pei Feng, and even Master Duan were there, she would still be worried.

But Xiaoyu will be safe only if she can get Yan Yujiu's promise. People in power are not necessarily reliable, but power itself is definitely trustworthy.

"I promise you," Yan Fengjian sighed, "raise your head."

Song Yuehua was very surprised. She didn't expect Yan Feng to agree so easily.

"In exchange, go cook me a bowl of noodles." Yan Feng just finished speaking and asked, "Do you have enough food here?"

Song Yuehua smiled and said, "It's enough to eat."

Wang Xiao boiled the water, and Song Yuehua returned to the kitchen to pour out the flour and knead the dough. Wang Xiao looked at her questioningly, and Song Yuehua could only say, "Make a bowl of noodles for the Third Master, and he will follow you back to Luozhou after eating."

Wang Xiaole said with a smile, "I'll light the fire for the girl."

After three bowls of plain noodles, Yan Fengjian felt unhappy. "I paid so much to get a bowl of noodles, why should they get one too?"

"Yours is different." Song Yuehua said.

"What's the difference?"

"You have two fried eggs and they only have one."

Yan Feng flipped the fried egg in his bowl and said with a smile, "It is true."

After saying that, he picked up the fried eggs and started eating them one by one. Wang Xiao and Wang Da looked at each other, and both thought in their hearts that our Third Master is too easy to please.

While they were eating noodles, Song Yuehua wrote a letter. There had been no reply to the letters sent from the post station recently. Wang Da and Wang Xiao were about to report to Yan Yujiu, so she might as well take this opportunity to write a letter and send more silver to Xiaoyu.

The content of the letter was concise and he wrote it quickly. He also put a silver note worth 200 taels inside. After sealing the envelope, he gave it to Wang Xiao and asked him to deliver it along the way.

After eating and drinking, Yan Feng was about to leave. Song Yuehua put on the headgear he brought with him and let him take it away. Yan Feng said, "If you don't like it, I'll find another one for you."

"No need to look for it. Take this too. I won't get engaged to you." Song Yuehua said, holding up the wooden box.

"You..." Yan Feng was so angry, "I can never carry back the things I brought back from Luozhou. If you don't like them, just throw them away. A real man's words are as good as gold. You have to keep your word."

"No, I..." Before Song Yuehua could finish her words, the three people left quickly. When she packed her things and chased after them, they were no longer visible.

"I didn't promise you anything!" Song Yuehua said helplessly.

The contents of the big wooden box were too valuable. After Song Yuehua carefully put it down, she held her forehead and said, "If we keep this kind of thing, we will never be able to explain it in the future."

I'll give it back to him when we meet next time.

Song Yuehua opened it and took a look. Even in modern times, she had never seen something with such beautiful workmanship. This should be considered a work of art.

Just as she was about to touch it, Song Yuehua suddenly withdrew her hand, slammed the box shut, and turned aside to cover her face.

It was a close call, I almost got hit by a sugar-coated bullet.