Chapter 068: The fox borrows the power of the tiger to

bully others Li Qing'e didn't intend to hide it from her, she sighed and nodded.

"He didn't say it, but on the first day the girl came home, Yang Tao was very attentive, running around for her, and then asking Yuan Ming to do things for her. How could we, as parents, not see his thoughts?"

Cao was silent for a moment, and said, "Sons and grandchildren have their own blessings. A daughter-in-law should accompany him for the rest of his life, and the child should like her. At that time, my Ah Ming insisted on marrying Yue Ge'er, and everyone thought they were not suitable, but I didn't stop him. He chose the road himself, and he would know whether it was right or not after he walked it. Since the marriage, Ah Ming has become a different person, and everything is getting better. I have been glad more than once that I didn't stop him at that time."

Li Qing'e looked at him, suddenly laughed, put her arm around her shoulders, and said, "My old sister! Why are you starting to persuade me, I didn't say I wanted to be the stick that hit the geese.

"I'm not trying to persuade you, I'm just expressing my feelings." Cao said, "I know you will make the right judgment."

Cao went out, and Yuan Ming and Ji Qingyue stayed in the bedroom to read.

Cao felt that the kang was very useful, and had replaced the bed in their room with a kang a long time ago. It was very warm to lie on it.

Before returning to the village, Yuan Ming went to Qingshan Bookstore to buy several books. He had memorized everything in the imperial examination books, but the imperial examination was not a test of memorization. He had to expand his knowledge. Only then could he write an article that would make people feel fresh.

Ji Qingyue was not idle either. After discussing with her sisters, she planned to co-author a book of reviews and compile it into a book, which could be regarded as a dialogue with Brother Jin across the air.

Among them, Ji Qingyue had the best writing skills, so naturally he took on more writing tasks.

In order to make his writing better, Ji Qingyue prepared to read all of Jin Ge's books again.

The two of them leaned against each other, crossed their legs, and sat on the warm kang, not saying a word. The atmosphere was very warm.

However, happy times are always short-lived. Before long, there was movement in the yard.

The footsteps were heavy, and there were two or three people, and it was obvious that they were not from the Cao family.

Yuan Ming frowned. There were usually no guests in his house, and it might not be a good thing for someone to come to him at this time.

Ji Qingyue was unaware of anything and felt a void behind him. He raised his head and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'll go out for a while, you continue reading." He said while pressing Ji Qingyue's shoulder.

Ji Qingyue responded and watched Yuan Ming walk out of the bedroom.

"Who are you?"

The three people in the courtyard turned their heads when they heard the voice. It was Xue Qingyang and his book boy who visited Zhao's house a few days ago.

Xue Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, looked him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, and asked, "Are you Yuan Ming?"

Yuan Ming narrowed his eyes. He still remembered these people.

The young man in fancy clothes was still as arrogant and insolent as he was that day. One of the two servants beside him had the same expression as him, and was obviously a very competent follower. The other one lowered his head and was tense.

Thinking of the conversation he heard that day, Yuan Ming's eyes flashed.

"I'm sorry, I don't know you. Please get out."

The young man in fancy clothes was stunned. He obviously didn't expect Yuan Ming to be so rude. His face quickly turned red and he said angrily: "Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that!"

"I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing." Yuan Ming looked at him coldly: "According to the laws of this dynasty, even the emperor cannot break into private houses. Are you more noble than the emperor?"

Xue Qingyang's face turned pale and blue. Of course, he couldn't be more noble than the emperor, but such a wild boy wanted to use the law to suppress him?

"This young master knows that you are Yuan Ming. You are so arrogant and look down on others. Do you know what the consequences of offending me are?"

Yuan Ming didn't want to pay attention to his impotent rage at all.

"I don't know and don't want to know, but please get out of my house now." Yuan Ming said.

Xue Qingyang was so angry that he almost jumped up and called the name of the servant behind him.

"Tell him who I am!"

The servant took a step forward and said arrogantly, "Listen to me, my son's name is Xue Qingyang, the only son of the Xue family in Wenzhou Prefecture. He became famous at a young age and is a famous young talent in Wenzhou Prefecture."

Xue Qingyang stared at Yuan Ming's face, without any surprise or fear, and his face suddenly sank.

"You country bumpkin, you don't even know the Xue family!"

Yuan Ming looked at him and suddenly laughed: "They are just nouveau riche who made their fortune with unexpected wealth. The old man Xue who started out was quite smart, but unfortunately his son is not good at business except making friends with all kinds of people. His only son is also a crooked tree. I am very curious whether such a huge family business will be ruined by him or by his son who has accomplished nothing."

Coincidentally, Yuan Ming was very familiar with the Xue family. In his first year as prime minister, the first major case he handled was the case of corruption and bribery between the Minister of Revenue and the Xue family of Wenzhou Prefecture.

Xue Qingyang was completely stunned. Although these things were not secrets, they sounded very strange when they came out of Yuan Ming's mouth.

"How do you know so much?"

Yuan Ming took a step closer and smiled mysteriously: "Unfortunately, although I am just a commoner, I have a little friendship with King Yong. As for why the prince said so, I don't know."

Xue Qingyang was shocked. As early as when he investigated the top students in Fangyuan Academy, he heard that King Yong seemed to favor Yuan Ming very much. At that time, he sneered at this and thought it was just an unrealistic rumor.

But now it seems that King Yong is really different to Yuan Ming, and King Yong is so pessimistic

about the Xue family? Although Xue Qingyang is a little arrogant, he still cares about the development of his family. He doesn't care about the trouble of looking for Yuan Ming at all. He left with two book boys. He must quickly write a letter to tell his father about this matter and think of a way to deal with it.

Yuan Ming patted his sleeves and closed the door silently.

It's easy to hide from King Yan but hard to entangle the little devil. The trick of using the power of the tiger to bully others is still effective.

Back in the bedroom, Ji Qingyue was no longer lying on the kang. He was lying barefoot on the windowsill, obviously paying attention to what was happening in the yard.

"This Xue guy is so annoying. He keeps talking about his father all the time." Ji Qingyue said with a frown.

Yuan Ming said nothing, but walked straight to the window and held his feet. The sudden action made Ji Qingyue cry out and couldn't help but curl up his toes.

Yuan Ming picked him up, put him on the kang, and said disapprovingly: "You always go barefoot even though you know you have a cold body."

Ji Qingyue giggled and hugged Yuan Ming's neck: "I know I was wrong, I will pay attention next time." He

made the same promise countless times, but Yuan Ming had no heart to really scold him, so he could only poke his forehead with his fingertips as a punishment.

Perhaps because King Yong borrowed the name of King Yong, Xue Qingyang was wary of him and never showed up again since then, but Yuan Ming had long forgotten about him and didn't care at all.

In a blink of an eye, it was the third day. As agreed, Hanan Village arranged an oxcart to pick him up early in the morning.

The man who came was the grandson of the village chief, only fifteen years old, very tall, and a little silly when he laughed.

Yuan Ming and Ji Qingyue both changed into plain clothes and sat on the oxcart.

After a bumpy ride, they arrived at Hanan Village.

Hanan Village is a village that attaches great importance to faith. Even when they trusted the missionaries the most, they did not listen to them and tear down the ancestral hall. Their ancestral hall is very large and very luxurious compared to ordinary houses.

Today's ceremony was held in the ancestral hall, and the ox cart pulled them here directly.

After getting off the car, the village chief's grandson took them to the back of the ancestral hall.

There is a whole row of small houses here, which look exactly the same from the outside. They are also properties shared by the whole village and can be used as temporary residences for villagers who encounter special difficulties.

Pushing open the door of the first room, there was only a large round table inside, with five or six people sitting at the table, and other places were scattered with stools.

"Grandpa, Master Yuan is here."

The old man sitting in the middle stood up suddenly, and everyone made way for him.

He walked quickly to Yuan Ming's side and held Yuan Ming's hand: "My last name is Zhang, and I am the village chief of Hanan Village. I was very grateful to Mr. Yuan for his help last time. You are the great benefactor of all of us in Hanan Village. I originally wanted to come to your house in person to thank you, but Xiaoshuang said that it would make you feel uncomfortable, so I had to give up. I hope Mr. Yuan will not think that we are impolite because of this."