When we left Xiaolizhuang, the sun was almost setting. Under the crimson sunset, wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys, the pedestrians in the market gradually dispersed, and the vendors hurriedly packed up the remaining unsold goods.

"If you like it, you can come again tomorrow. I asked, and there are still two days left," Mu Rongjing said to Hong Xiaoduo, who was peering out the car window.

"No, it's just that the scene is so beautiful that I couldn't help but take a few more glances," Hong Xiaoduo said, turning around and sitting down.

Only after sitting down did I notice that the tea had already been brewed on the small tea table beside me, and the dried fruits and snacks were not the same ones I had come with.

"This wasn't bought at the market, was it?" Hong Xiaoduo asked, picking up a peach blossom pastry.

"Yes, I bought it in the city," Mu Rongjing replied, while picking up the teapot to pour her tea.

These markets in villages and towns do sell dried fruits and snacks, but they are all quite ordinary and inexpensive. Even so, they are considered luxuries for ordinary people. It's not that they can't afford them, but they just can't bring themselves to buy them.

"Will John agree to stay? No one would want to be all alone in a foreign land, would they?" After a few sips of tea, Murong Jing couldn't help but ask.

Hearing his question, Hong Xiaoduo replied, "I'm not sure either, but how will we know if we don't try? However, I think he will seriously consider it. First of all, he is very interested in and likes our Fengliang Kingdom. Secondly, I inquired about his family situation. When he was young, he had a girl he liked, but she was dumped by a widower in the royal family."

John was deeply hurt and has never married.

Also, his father and mother were murdered in their home one night two years ago during a robbery. The two murderers were two young men addicted to opium; they couldn't afford to buy more, so... alas!

Therefore, his hometown, which he should have cherished, became a place of sorrow for him.

"Oh, I see," Murong Jing and Kaiyang said, immediately feeling sorry for John.

Although Kaiyang stayed behind Hong Xiaoduo and John the whole time they were at the market, there were times when he got distracted and didn't listen to their conversation.

Therefore, Kaiyang did not hear about John's tragic story, and even if Murongjing heard the conversation, he would not understand it and would not know the content.

"Oh, Mother, I understand. It's because his parents were harmed by opium addicts that he knows best the dangers of opium. That's why he didn't want us to buy that stuff when we were discussing it in the main hall."

"So, he was secretly pleased after we said we wouldn't buy that stuff anymore?" Kaiyang asked, realizing what was happening.

Hong Xiaoduo smiled and nodded: "That's right. It's precisely because of him that I'm certain he's a conscientious and upright person. How could I dare to keep someone by your side if he wasn't a good person?"

I just talked to him, and he said that in his country, some people realized the harm of opioids a few years ago and reported it to the authorities, but no one paid attention.

Several of the people who reacted most strongly died unexpectedly.

John said that everyone knew that it wasn't an accident. One person's accident, two people's accident, one accident after another, there's no such thing as a coincidence. It just prevented some people from making money.

Actually, he was somewhat disappointed in his own countrymen.

Upon hearing this, Mu Rongjing fell silent. Yes, if it were him, he would also be disappointed.

“However, although he hasn’t given an answer yet, I still need to talk to your grandfather and father when we get back to the Wei residence. It’s not appropriate for me to make this decision on my own without telling them,” Hong Xiaoduo said to Kaiyang.

"Translators don't have much status. Are you planning to train Kaiyang to be a translator?" Although Mu Rongjing didn't want to dampen her spirits, he couldn't help but remind her.

This is the only son of the Wei family in three generations, so he must be carefully cultivated into a pillar of the family, not just a minor translator.

"I don't care about status, as long as I can be a useful person," Kaiyang immediately declared loudly.

Mu Rongjing looked at Kaiyang helplessly, wanting to explain to the little guy, "I'm not saying your mother's idea is wrong, don't get so angry with me."

"The reason I found this Englishman to be Kaiyang's teacher is not because I want him to become a translator in the future. When I taught the seven of them, it was only because I knew how to teach them that I wanted to teach them."

Actually, being fluent in another language is not just for the purpose of becoming a translator.

Learning a foreign language requires time and effort, and mastering one will bring a sense of pride and confidence. This confidence will also be reflected in learning other languages.

Learning a foreign language can help you better understand and integrate into the cultures of different countries, enhance your ability to communicate across cultures, and people who are proficient in multiple languages ​​will demonstrate greater creativity and flexibility of thought when solving problems.

"Well, do you two understand what I'm saying?" Hong Xiaoduo suddenly realized that her explanation might have been too profound.

The two, one big and one small, listened in a daze, but when she asked, they both nodded in unison.

In short, what she meant was that learning another foreign language has many benefits!

"However, your emperor is also wrong. The translator is quite important, but he didn't value him enough!" Hong Xiaoduo thought to herself and complained.

Upon hearing this, Mu Rongjing's scalp began to tingle again. Pointing at the peach blossom pastry in Hong Xiaoduo's hand, he said, "Try it while it's hot. It tastes better hot than cold."

You'd better shut your mouth right now, or who knows what other outrageous things you might say!

Seriously, it was all very well explained before, how did it suddenly go out of control and turn so sharply!

"Young Master, we've entered the city. Shall we return to the manor?" the coachman's question came into the carriage.

"Let's go to the Wei residence," Mu Rongjing said. He thought of how the two of them had been taken out of the city by Dong Xiang's youngest son yesterday and only returned this morning.

Now that the boy hasn't shown up, it's not appropriate for me to take him to the restaurant again, and it would be even more inappropriate to go back to the Marquis's residence.

The coachman agreed, and the carriage headed towards Lord Wei's residence. But he couldn't help worrying about his young master. He thought that when they returned, the princess would be angry with him for being so useless!

At the Wei residence, Wei Junpei had just returned from outside the capital. He thought he wouldn't be able to have dinner with his grandson and the maid again, but when he heard the maid and grandson's voices, his originally depressed mood immediately improved.

The steward rushed to the kitchen and told the cook to quickly add more dishes, as the young master and Miss Hong had returned.

At the dinner table, Mrs. Qi first ladled a bowl of pigeon soup for her grandson, and then peeled shrimp for him.

There's nothing we can do. We finally found our grandson, but we haven't been able to sit down and have a proper meal together.

Lord Wei ignored his son and beckoned Hong Xiaoduo to have a few drinks with him.

"It's my fault, I've caused Kaiyang to be away from home for the past two days." Hong Xiaoduo sensed that Lord Wei seemed troubled, so she said, half-jokingly and half-seriously...