The Second Prince watched as Shen Qingtang's sports car sped ahead, and his heart was already filled with longing.
He quickly caught up with the sports car, a fake smile plastered on his face, his tone somewhat "friendly": "Shen Qingtang, this 'miracle car' does look extraordinary. This prince would also like to experience it. I wonder if it's possible..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Qingtang coldly interrupted him: "The Second Prince is of noble status, so it is more appropriate for him to ride in his own carriage. My carriage is too small to accommodate such an important person."
Her tone was undisguised in her rejection, showing no mercy whatsoever.
The second prince secretly coveted her carriage.
She had already remembered it, so how could she possibly let him get in the car?
The second prince's smile froze instantly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
However, he didn't dare to retaliate. He hadn't figured out the details of this "miracle car" yet, nor did he dare to truly offend Shen Qingtang.
He suppressed his displeasure and deliberately raised his voice: "I have come here today with permission from my father to personally escort you into exile, so that I can keep an eye on things along the way and prevent any further mishaps."
Upon hearing this, the officials panicked and rushed over to fawn over him: "Your Highness, rest assured! With you here, nothing will happen! Your carriage is right behind us, we'll bring it over for you right away, and we guarantee it will be even more comfortable than before!"
As they spoke, the officers rushed off to find the carriage, afraid of upsetting the Second Prince if they were too slow.
Seeing the obsequious manner of the officials, the second prince's displeasure lessened somewhat.
He leisurely sat back in his luxurious carriage.
There were three layers of soft cushions and a heater, which was really comfortable.
But as he looked out the window at Shen Qingtang's sports car, he couldn't hide the covetousness in his eyes. That "divine car" was much more impressive than his carriage. If he could get his hands on it, it would definitely be a great help.
The sky, which had been relatively clear, changed its face in no time. A strong wind swept down, carrying dark clouds.
Immediately afterwards, a "crackling" sound rang out as hailstones, some as big as fingernails and others as big as eggs, pelted down, hitting tree branches and rocks with a piercing sound. The ground was quickly covered with a layer of white hail.
The officials and pedestrians were so frightened that they quickly sought shelter. Some hid under trees, while others huddled under carriages. They were all scrambling for cover after being hit, looking utterly pathetic.
Although the Second Prince's carriage was sturdy, the hailstones pounded on the roof with a loud "thump," making him panic. He could only hold tightly to the curtain, fearing that the roof would be smashed.
However, inside Shen Qingtang's sports car, it was a completely different scene. The windows were tightly closed, and the specially made glass and body were not afraid of being hit by hail. The interior was warm and cozy.
Pei Nian'an was still pressed against the car window, curiously watching the hailstones bouncing outside: "Auntie, what are these white things? They don't make a sound when they hit the car!"
Shen Qingtang patted his head and frowned as she looked at the hail outside the window: "It's hail. Such big hailstones will definitely destroy all the crops in the fields."
She thought to herself that the weather was too abnormal. It was quite warm a few days ago, so why was there such a big hailstorm all of a sudden? It was like a ghost story.
The sports car slowly came to a stop, and Shen Qingtang looked at the barren land in front of her. This should have been farmland.
But now the ground is covered with a layer of white frost-like substance, and the soil is compacted; it's clearly not good land.
She got out of the car, squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and rubbed it between her fingers.
He understood immediately: it was saline-alkali land, which was unsuitable for growing crops, no wonder this place was deserted.
Pei Wuwang also got out of the car and walked to Shen Qingtang's side, watching her carefully observe the land.
His eyes were full of doting affection.
Whether you're racing in a modern car or looking at the soil in this wasteland,
She was always so focused, so radiant. He handed her a clean handkerchief: "Don't touch it directly with your hands, you'll hurt yourself."
Shen Qingtang took the handkerchief and wiped her hands, then looked up at Pei Wuwang: "This is saline-alkali land, we can't grow crops here."
The hail was still falling, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier around the sports cars and SUVs.
The hailstones bounced off as soon as they got close, leaving not a single mark on the car body.
Watching this scene from a distance, the officials and Lu Jiaojiao and others felt even more that Shen Qingtang was a "goddess". Even the hail from God could not damage her carriage. What else could she be but a goddess?
The second prince saw this scene from the carriage, and his jealousy and greed intensified. He was determined to find out the secret of this "divine carriage" and to seize it!
As the convoy entered the town, the hail finally subsided, leaving only a few scattered ice pellets hitting the ground.
But the sight before them stunned everyone: the low, crooked mud houses had holes in their roofs, revealing the thatched roofs inside.
The pedestrians on the road wore coarse cloth clothes covered with patches, their faces were sallow, and even the children were skin and bones. When they saw the convoy passing by, they just timidly hid in the corner, their eyes full of vigilance.
Shen Qingtang slowly brought the car to a stop, then rolled up the window to carefully observe that the town was situated at the confluence of two rivers.
There were many smooth pebbles piled up on the shore, and on the distant hillside, you could vaguely see patches of wild fruit trees with unripe fruit hanging on the branches.
In the cracks of the stones by the roadside, there were many plants with thick leaves that looked like edible wild vegetables. There were even a few households drying unknown herbs in front of their houses. They were bright green and looked very good.
“Farming isn’t feasible here, but there are plenty of businesses to be done,” Shen Qingtang said to Old Master Shen. “Two rivers converge, making water transport convenient. The pebbles on the banks can be polished into ornaments or used for paving roads. Wild fruits from the mountains can be used to make fruit wine or dried fruit. Wild vegetables and herbs growing in the crevices of the rocks can be cleaned and sold as vegetables or to pharmacies. Moreover, this town is situated between two trade routes, so there must be many caravans passing through. Opening an inn or restaurant here would be quite profitable.”
Shen's father and mother listened.
His eyes lit up instantly. He had thought that exile meant suffering, but he never expected that he could make a living by doing business.
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