"You...you are talking nonsense!" Wei Ersao's eyes dodged, but she still tried to argue. She didn't want to spend the money she earned from embroidery a while ago on everyone. She had to keep it for emergency use in case of attack.
Su Huaiyue snorted coldly: "I'm talking nonsense? You know it very well in your heart. Even if there are thousands of difficulties and dangers along the way, I have ways to deal with them. You don't need to worry about it."
After saying that, she turned back to her original seat and sat down gracefully, as if she had just brushed away an annoying fly.
Wei Yunrou and the others looked at Su Huaiyue's back with admiration in their eyes. Third Sister-in-law Wei gently patted the still angry Wei Yunrou and said, "Okay, Yunrou, don't get yourself hurt by being angry. I have my own ideas."
Everyone fell silent again, except for Wei Ersao, who was sulking alone.
The morning light is like a soft and misty gauze, slowly falling on the scattered houses, outlining a peaceful and tranquil scene in a dreamlike way.
The hillside at the entrance of the village, which was once barren and almost dead, has now been transformed into a fruitful paradise.
Lord Li was dressed in a dignified official uniform, his expression solemn but revealing some indescribable complex emotions. He walked slowly at the entrance of the village with steady and slightly heavy steps.
His eyes slowly swept across the bustling and vibrant Wangjia Village in front of him, and his heart was like a surging storm, with endless emotions arising spontaneously.
This once barren, backward and little-known land has been reborn like a phoenix under Su Huaiyue's painstaking and dedicated management, and it is blooming with dazzling and eye-catching light.
In the streets and alleys, merchants shuttled back and forth, the sounds of bargaining rose one after another, and the faces of the villagers were all filled with abundant smiles. Those smiles were like the flowers blooming freely in spring, brilliant and satisfied, full of love and longing for a new life.
There are also several villagers who have made money and are building new houses. They are lined up in an orderly manner, as if they are proudly showing off their prosperous life.
The flat and wide road winds its way forward. The frowning decay and mud of the past have long since disappeared, as if they had never appeared on this land, leaving only the broad road of today.
At this time, Su Huaiyue was busy in the picking garden. She had a graceful figure yet exuded a sense of efficiency and agility, like a rose blooming in the fields.
Her shiny black hair was simply tied up, and a few strands of hair fluttered gently in the wind, adding a touch of lively and playful charm to her.
"Miss Su, this garden is all thanks to you! If it weren't for you, our Wangjia Village wouldn't have such a prosperous life today. Everyone regards you as a living Bodhisattva."
An old man in his seventies in the village, with wrinkles on his face as deep as the ravines of time, walked forward tremblingly with a cane that had been polished to a shine, tears of gratitude flashing in his eyes. The tears refracted by the morning light, like tiny, sparkling diamonds, shining brightly.
Su Huaiyue raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a smile as warm and gentle as the spring sun, and said softly: "Uncle, you are too kind. This is the result of everyone's joint efforts. I just contributed a little. If it weren't for the hard work of the villagers, how could this garden be built?"
As he was speaking, the figure of Lord Li suddenly appeared at the gate of the garden like a dark cloud. His face was majestic and his steps were heavy. His arrival seemed to add a touch of gloom to the cheerful and joyful atmosphere.
Su Huaiyue saw it and stepped forward resolutely: "Master Li, what's wrong?"
Lord Li sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to carry a thousand layers of helplessness. His gaze slowly swept across the busy garden, and he said softly, "Miss Su, look, Wangjia Village is now developing so well, and the picking garden you planned earlier has made an invaluable contribution. However, the urging agents sent by the Emperor have repeatedly put pressure on us, emphasizing that the exile has been delayed for too long. In your opinion, when can we set off?"
When Su Huaiyue first saw Lord Li, he had a vague idea of his purpose.
A trace of loneliness flashed across her eyes for a moment, and that loneliness was like the cold rain in late autumn, icy and biting, penetrating straight into her heart.
She slowly turned around and looked at the land that was as familiar as the lines on her palm. Her heart felt like a jar of mixed emotions.
Every blade of grass and every simple smiling face here have given her comfort and strength.
But the emperor's order was hanging high, like a sharp sword hanging over her head, so how could she dare to disobey?
After a long silence, she bit her lips, which turned slightly pale, and whispered, "Give me three days. I'll prepare and set off soon."
Lord Li nodded, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes. He was reluctant to leave here, but it was really difficult to disobey the emperor's order.
"Then let's do as you say. We'll set out in three days, and I'll have the officials pack their bags. For the next few days, just focus on your preparations."
The news spread throughout Wangjia Village like a bird with wings, spreading at lightning speed.
When the villagers heard that Su Huaiyue and his group were about to leave, they were immediately in an uproar, and their reluctance to part with them surged like a surging tide.
"What? Miss Su is leaving? That won't do. Our village is what it is today thanks to her!" A burly man with a dark face waved his strong arms and shouted at the top of his lungs, veins bulging on his neck and he was extremely emotional.
"That's right, we have to find a way to keep her." A woman stamped her feet anxiously, her eyes red and tears welling up in them, her voice tinged with tears.
While everyone was talking about it, Wang Susu, who was making a living in Dongzhou, was extremely anxious. After hearing the news, she ignored the fatigue of the journey and rushed back to Wangjia Village day and night without stopping.
Wang Susu lived a good life in Dongzhou. Liu Dafu also gave her a lot of ways. Now she can stand on her own and help the women in the village to make a living.
She trotted along, her steps hurried. Before she even entered the house, a loud and urgent voice came in: "Miss Su, you can't leave! Our family hasn't thanked you yet."
Hearing the voice, Su Huaiyue hurried out to greet him.
Wang Susu's hair was disheveled, the strands of hair on her forehead were soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to her cheeks, and her clothes were wrinkled from the rush of traveling. Although she looked disheveled, there was a sense of sincerity in her embarrassment.
Su Huaiyue's eyes were filled with emotion, like twinkling stars. She took a few quick steps forward and held Wang Susu's hand: "Susu, I appreciate your kindness, but this is the emperor's order, we cannot disobey. I just happened to come here and help everyone out of their urgent need. It's just a small favor."
Wang Susu's eyes were red as she tightly grasped Su Huaiyue's hand, her voice trembling: "Miss Su, please don't say that. With your coming, our Wangjia Village finally has hope. If you leave like this, how can we bear it!"
As he spoke, tears as big as beans rolled down his cheeks.
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