Chapter 070 Chapter 70

After dinner, Yuan Ming and Ji Qingyue did not stay in the ancestral hall for long. The village chief had just told the villagers to give some time to consider the voting. When they left, they still sat in the ox cart of the village chief's grandson.

The ox cart was bumpy and the weather was cold and the ventilation was poor. When Ji Qingyue got home, he had some symptoms of motion sickness and leaned against the head of the bed listlessly.

Yuan Ming poured him a glass of water and said, "Let's buy a horse carriage after the New Year. It will be convenient to use."

Ji Qingyue had no objection and smiled softly at him, "Okay."

Seeing him like this, Yuan Ming felt even more distressed and reached out to touch his head.

Time at home with nothing to do always passed quickly. For the next three days, Yuan Ming and Ji Qingyue did not go out.

In the morning, he slept until the sun rose. After breakfast, he moved the small table to the yard, basking in the sun while reading. Ji Qingyue was lying on a recliner not far from him, squinting his eyes and reading, with a pure white cat curled up on his thighs.

Rongrong grew very fast. After not seeing it for a few months, it was already bigger than its mother. Cao often complained that it ate too much while pouring the soft and rotten cat rice into the cat bowl, a big bowl full.

Probably because her son was often not at home, Rongrong was always by her side. Cao's feelings for this little cat quickly changed from disgust to doting, and she took good care of it, including feeding and bathing.

On the contrary, Ji Qingyue, the owner who promised to take good care of the kitten, started to do the work of shaking hands and stroking the cabinet.

After reading for an hour, Yuan Ming stood up to stretch his muscles. Ji Qingyue immediately came up to massage his shoulders and brought him a bowl of hot sweet soup.

He had just learned this from Song Yan recently. He was very interested in it and simmered a bowl of soup on the stove in different ways every day.

Yuan Ming took a sip and raised his head: "It's snow pear soup."

"Didn't my husband say that his throat was a little dry before going to bed yesterday? Rock sugar and snow pear soup is suitable for drinking." Ji Qingyue blinked.

Yuan Ming was a little moved. He nodded heavily and lowered his head to take a big sip. It was just a casual remark he made, but it was taken to heart. This feeling was really good!

The quiet time passed by in a flash, and soon it was the day when Yuan Ming and the head of Hanan Village were getting along well.

The carriage had not been bought yet, so they could only use an ox cart for now.

Yuan Ming went to the next door to find Yang Tao. When he heard that they were going to Hanan Village, Yang Tao agreed without thinking, and his movements and expressions were very positive.

Thinking back to the day when Yang Tao brought Han Xiaoshuang to Shifang Town to find him, Yuan Ming understood that Yang Tao had feelings for the girl.

He did not point it out and got on Yang Tao's ox cart.

As Yuan Ming expected, as soon as they arrived at Hanan Village, Yang Tao asked him shyly if he could meet at the entrance of the village in two hours.

Yuan Ming looked at him meaningfully and then nodded.

Seeing that Yang Tao was leaving in the direction of the village, Ji Qingyue wondered, "Does Brother Yang have any friends in Hanan Village? I thought he only knew Miss Han."

"Isn't Miss Han his friend?" Yuan Ming said.

Ji Qingyue's eyes widened suddenly, and then he suddenly realized, "Could it be..."

"Okay, let them worry about their own affairs. We are still busy today." Yuan Ming supported his head and made him look at the closed door in front of him.

Ji Qingyue took a deep breath and nodded.

Yuan Ming stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The one who opened the door was an elderly man wearing shorts and holding a cigarette in his mouth. He was not surprised to see them at all, and respectfully invited them in.

It seems that the village chief has done a good job.

After entering the house, Yuan Ming got a name from the grandfather without much talk, and wrote it on a piece of white paper in front of him.

As soon as they left the house, the grandfather went to the field with a hoe on his shoulder. He was waiting for him at home. Yuan Ming's impression of the people of Hanan Village was improved.

After that, he knocked on the door of each household in turn. Most of them were like the first grandfather. They communicated effortlessly and without dragging their feet. They could complete the task in a very short time.

Of course, there were also a few people who were not easy to talk to, such as the old lady who was in charge of the family at the moment. Her eyes were still cloudy but full of shrewdness.

After welcoming them into the house, she immediately sent her daughter-in-law to cook eggs. However, until they left, the two eggs were not cooked.

After praising them, the old lady asked, "The town governor himself said that the village representative should be elected. There is only one person in a village. Is there no benefit? At least one foot has stepped into the government office. Is it considered an official family member?"

Although the old lady tried to grin to make herself look kind, Yuan Ming still saw her intention at a glance. She just wanted to know whether being a representative had any benefits.

Yuan Ming remained calm and said, "What did the village chief say? Whatever he said is true."

The old lady curled her lips, her eyes full of distrust: "Nothing he said is good. Going to the town government office to meet the town guard once a month, if something happens in the village, the representative will be held accountable if it is not discovered in time."

"That's what he said, but I think he is just selfish. I know the people in the village very well. They all support the village chief. By then, it must be someone from his family who will get that position. I don't believe there is no benefit in being able to deal with the town guard."

She muttered a lot, staring at Yuan Ming's expression with her slanted eyes, as if trying to see something from his face.

But he was destined to be disappointed, Yuan Ming's expression did not change throughout the whole process.

"I don't know. I'm just a scholar hired by the village chief to write for him. I don't know anything else. But you can rest assured, judging from the votes I received, the village chief is not necessarily the final winner."

"Oh?" The old lady became interested and stretched her neck to look at the pages of the book in Yuan Ming's hand, but she forgot that she couldn't read at all. She couldn't understand anything after taking a look. She could only retract her gaze and asked, "Who did they choose?"

Yuan Ming smiled slightly: "It must be kept secret before the village chief announces it. This is what the town guard said himself."

The old lady looked him up and down, and her eyes gradually became cold.

Coming out of her house, Ji Qingyue was very indignant: "This man is so bad, not only does he look down on us, but in the end he even voted for his own son. He is so shameless."

Yuan Ming's expression did not change much: "It doesn't matter, we just need to do what we should do."

Ji Qingyue responded and walked with him to the next house.

There are about a hundred households in Hanan Village. After a busy morning, the two finally collected all the votes before lunch.

Ji Qingyue rubbed her sore ankles and said to him coquettishly: "I want to eat noodles made by my husband at noon. I'm so tired."

Yuan Ming didn't mind, and squatted down to rub his ankles without caring that they were on the street.

Ji Qingyue's ears were red, and she looked around uncomfortably: "We'll be seen by others."

"What if they see us? It's natural for me to rub my husband's feet. Besides, this place is remote and it seems that there are not many people."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped in the face.

The village chief's grandson trotted over, calling his name and saying: "Mr. Yuan, the master asked you to go home for dinner!"

The two followed behind him, one with a slightly red face and the other with helplessness in his eyes.

The village chief's grandson said nothing. Ji Qingyue was so embarrassed that she lowered her head and kept silent. She even lagged behind him by two steps.

Yuan Ming was walking while thinking about how to appease his young husband. Suddenly, he felt his palms warm. He turned his head and saw that Ji Qingyue had caught up with him and put her hand in his.

Yuan Ming raised the corners of his mouth and silently tightened his hand.

The village chief's grandson Zisi in front had no idea what was happening behind the two people. He was holding a wooden stick in his hand, knocking the dry weeds on the roadside while walking, having a lot of fun.

When they arrived at the village chief's house, they exchanged a few words of greeting and the food was served.

Yuan Ming said, "My neighbor's elder brother drove a bullock cart to bring us here. He is waiting at the entrance of the village. I'm afraid I have to trouble your grandson to run and inform him so that he won't get anxious."

The village chief smiled and waved his hand, "It's Yang Tao, right? I know him and I told him a long time ago. I wanted to invite him to dinner, but Xiaoshuang said that the family had already prepared it, so I didn't insist."

Yuan Ming nodded. It seems that Yang Tao is not just too enthusiastic, but...

He glanced at the voting book on the table next to him. Thinking of the content on it, he couldn't help but sweat for Yang Tao.