Without any hesitation, Huang opened her mouth and took the candy that Daya had peeled into her mouth.
The two of them, one big and one small, ate with great relish.
Qinghe stretched out her little hand, "Grandma, look, I robbed twelve coins today, isn't that amazing?"
Huang nodded, "With so many people vying for it, you managed to snag all of these; that's truly impressive."
But don't take Daya to do such dangerous things next time. She's too small; if she gets stepped on, it could be a big problem.
Zhao Qinghe nodded.
"I know. I arranged with Uncle Jiu beforehand that Da Ya's candy was thrown in my direction.
"Otherwise, with Daya's small frame, let alone snatching candy, she'd be slower than others even picking it up."
The grandfather and his grandchildren led the way, chatting and laughing.
The men following behind, including Han Xuri and Magistrate Qiu, all knew about the Zhao family's situation.
To put it bluntly, the men of the Zhao family are, so far, just figureheads.
They were all sent to school. The Zhao family was in charge, and all the capable ones were women.
Therefore, they were quite used to Huang's assertiveness and the girls' forthright and generous nature. They believed that was how the Han family girls should be.
But this was the first time the village head had come to the Han family, and he had never had any dealings with the Han family before.
He felt humiliated after being lectured by Huang in the workshop.
Once outside, they saw Huang carrying the child and walking forward without any courtesy of stepping back, which made them a little unhappy.
"Your Excellency, is this Madam Zhao's temper always like this? She's quite fierce."
Lord Qiu naturally knew why the boy asked that question.
"Hehehe, you don't know much about this old lady Zhao. She's a very kind person."
Aside from being a little short-tempered, he has no other problems; you'll get used to it.
He quickened his pace to catch up with Han Xuri, afraid that he would catch the idiot if he stayed with him for too long.
"Young Master Han, you walk so fast, I can hardly keep up."
The reason Magistrate Qiu called Han Xuri "Young Master" was because Han Xuri didn't want more people to know that he was the heir apparent.
The village head, who was following behind, was completely dismayed. How could everyone be so disrespectful to him, the village head?
It seems like he's the most powerful person here, second only to the county magistrate, right?
Magistrate Qiu, who was walking ahead, was almost jogging alongside Han Xuri.
"Young Master Han, please slow down, please slow down. You're walking too fast, I can't keep up."
Magistrate Qiu was panting as he spoke.
"Haha, I'm pretty fast. Look where those grandparents and grandchildren are now!" Han Xuri laughed.
Magistrate Qiu glanced at them and exclaimed, "This, this, their speed?"
He really wanted to say that neither the grandfather nor the grandson were human. Han Xuri said,
"We see through it but don't say anything. I wonder what delicious food the Zhao family will prepare for us today. I'm really looking forward to it."
Magistrate Qiu was immediately swayed, and he slurped his saliva, "Yes, I'm looking forward to it too."
Sure enough, Han Xuri slowed down a bit, and Magistrate Qiu no longer needed to jog.
The head of the pavilion, who had followed the year after, finally caught up.
He is now filled with resentment.
"Lord Qiu, isn't the Zhao family being far too arrogant?"
"What kind of hospitality is this? Not only do they not have a man, but they also leave us guests standing there. What kind of logic is this?"
He spoke to Magistrate Qiu, but his eyes seemed to glance at Han Xuri almost imperceptibly.
Han Xuri, who had been smiling the whole time, merely glanced coldly at the pavilion chief and said nothing more.
Magistrate Qiu gave a half-smile.
"Sometimes, people shouldn't take themselves too seriously. Otherwise, they might accidentally kick a hornet's nest without realizing it."
Upon hearing this, the village head nearly broke out in a cold sweat.
The group of local gentry following behind remained silent, exchanging knowing glances.
They now understood that the Zhao family was someone even the county magistrate had to give face to, let alone them, who were just small-time landlords.
Not to mention, what is the current situation of the Zhao family?
Five scholars and five children who have passed the imperial examinations—although none of them have become officials yet, given the number of scholars in the family, even if none of them amount to anything, surely one or two of them will become successful.
How far are we from changing allegiance? Not at all.
Two of the owners of the grain and oil shops who were punished a while ago also came today.
They now absolutely hate this village head.
They weren't the ones spreading the rumors, so why are they the ones getting attacked?
If it weren't for your inaction as the village head, would things have almost gotten out of hand?
All they do all day is sit in the government office, processing official documents with their eyes closed.
They would hold birthday parties and baby showers for no reason, and the most disgusting thing was that they would hold a banquet even when taking a concubine.
At his age, with more than ten concubines, isn't he afraid of dying from exhaustion one day?
Anyway, this pavilion chief's reputation is really not good.
The local gentry who came today, besides trying to establish a relationship with the Zhao family and cooperate more in the future, also wanted to get to know the county magistrate through the Zhao family.
Over the years, quite a few people have been exploited by the village head.
Perhaps the only family that wasn't exploited was the Zhao family.
They were just lucky. First, they got in touch with Wangyue Tower, and second, the Zhao family seemed to be very wealthy.
The decoration of the food stalls, however, is something that money alone cannot buy.
The eyes of the masses are discerning.
The village head hadn't sent an invitation to the Zhao family for the banquet, truly because of the Zhao family's mystique, and dared not make any rash moves.
If he hadn't heard that the county magistrate was also coming, how could he have possibly made the trip to Zhao Family Village in person?
Everyone arrived at the entrance of Qingshan Xiaozhu with their own thoughts.
The local gentry were somewhat stunned. From this gate, they could see the entire layout of the mountain, which was orderly and beautiful.
I thought my own four or five courtyards were already quite impressive, but the Zhao family's house actually occupies an entire hilltop.
It's not that I can't afford a hilltop, but there aren't many hilltops that can be built so beautifully.
The gentry were not self-made; they had been wealthy for generations. Naturally, their vision and knowledge far surpassed those of a poor village head.
Judging from the way the guards at the Zhao family's gate walked, it was clear they were all trained martial artists.
Their skills must be quite impressive. Now they can understand why the old lady of the Zhao family and her granddaughter walked so fast.
This family is extraordinary.
The Zhao family has a rule that registration is required upon entering. Han Xuri and Lord Qiu are naturally exempt from this, since they are familiar faces.
As for the village head and the local gentry behind them, it was their first time visiting, and if they didn't register, they wouldn't be able to return the favor later.
The village head was stopped.
"Please register here, so that the host can prepare a gift for you."
The village head was about to lash out, but upon hearing about the gift, he decided to let it go and see what tricks the Zhao family was up to.
He then wrote his name in the Zhao family's register.
"Zheng Xiyang, head of Wufang Town."
Well, this even has job titles written on it. The gatekeeper's eye twitched. "Chief, please follow this main road."
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