But we will absolutely not allow our people to be in any danger whatsoever.
“Wangniang, you take Gongshan back first. I’ll go to the county tomorrow and find her a better craftsman.”
Xiushan stared, utterly bewildered, wondering why he would do such a thing.
"Auntie..."
"The decision has been made; you need not say more."
With just one sentence, Xiushan Wang's words were shut down.
Seeing this, Qin Luo quickly pulled her towards the door, afraid that the two of them would have some conflict because of her.
Wu Hua calmly climbed onto the armchair and sat down.
“Auntie Village Chief, the reason why my sister offered you such generous terms is because of one person.”
The village chief became interested upon hearing this.
"For one person? Who is it?"
“Xia Beinian’s ancestor.”
The village chief was stunned when the name was mentioned.
They haven't used the surname Xia Bei openly for dozens of generations.
To avoid trouble, they all changed their surnames to Xiushan.
Nowadays, apart from her generation, no one else knows the surname Xia Bei.
The village chief looked warily at Wu Hua in front of him.
"Who are you talking about? I've never heard of them."
Wu Hua raised her hand and scratched her little head.
"Oh, I see! My sister said that the craftsmanship and techniques on your drawings are exactly the same as those of Xia Beinian's great-grandfather. It seems that we have mistaken him for someone else. I'm sorry."
After he finished speaking, he jumped off the armchair, preparing to return to his home in Xiushan.
But the village chief called him to a stop.
"Little one, can you tell me the story of this great-grandmother?"
Wu Hua wiggled her little bottom and climbed back onto the chair.
"Of course, back in the day..."
He recounted the story of Xia Beinian and Fan Xing in an incredibly vivid way.
Finally, she claimed to be a descendant of the Fanxing clan, and that her family had worshipped her and Xia Beinian's memorial tablets for generations.
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