"When the city lord asked us to plant tea and mulberry trees, everyone refused."
"Then the city lord said it was canceled. Everyone had a bad impression of him, thinking he was an aristocrat who changed his mind every day and loved to torment the common people."
Doctor Du's mind flashed with memories. "What about now? The mulberry and tea trees we didn't want to plant have all been planted on the city lord's land. The tea trees have been sold outside, and the silk produced by the silkworms raised on those mulberry trees has been used to build a textile factory."
"Now my three daughters have all become weaver girls, and the number of people seeking marriage with me every day is almost breaking down my doorstep."
"My two sons have each started their own business."
"Today you ask me if I have done well, sir?"
"If you were not the master's steward, I would definitely arrest you and bring you to justice."
The old housekeeper felt relieved when he saw that what he said was sincere.
"Doctor Du, it's not that I'm hiding this on purpose, but this matter is of great importance. Please listen to me as I explain it one by one."
He told An Jingzhi about his suspicions and the scenes in his memory.
Doctor Du was even more alarmed after hearing this. "Are you saying that the Lord is most likely just an ordinary civilian? And not the Lord of Qucheng?"
The old housekeeper nodded helplessly. Doctor Du still didn't believe it. He asked, "What about the ID and documents? If you are really an ordinary civilian, where did you get those documents?"
"My Lord has already lost his memory. I don't know where those things came from, but perhaps they were obtained by chance. It's not important to talk about them now."
Whenever he thought of the adults telling him about the scene of himself farming in his memory, he couldn't help but feel a heart attack.
Which nobleman would personally farm the land?!
But no commoner could be so knowledgeable!
The old housekeeper was so worried that his hair almost fell out. He finally found someone to talk to and kept telling him about his worries.
"The Lord can only be our Lord. If the Lord is not the City Lord, then what should we do?"
"But if you are really lying, you will definitely be held accountable if you are found out!"
"I came to you originally because I wanted to think of a way to stop the adult from trying to recover his memory."
The old housekeeper said with deep guilt, "Now I feel that this is unfair to the master. The master has his own past, and perhaps he has his own family. We are selfishly asking the master to forget the past for our own sake. This is wrong."
Doctor Du shook his head repeatedly. "Even if you want to, I can't help you. There's no cure for this soul separation syndrome."
"Forget it," the old butler waved his hand, "You can go back. Don't mention what happened today to anyone, otherwise the master will be in danger."
Doctor Du had always been respectful to the old housekeeper, but upon hearing this, he suddenly puffed his beard and glared: "Does the housekeeper think that I am the kind of ungrateful person?"
"Even if I die, I will never reveal a single word of our conversation today." After saying this, he turned around and left.
The old housekeeper could only live in fear every day and couldn't sleep for half the night.
An Jingzhi discovered that the old butler looked like he had aged ten years in just ten days.
He asked about the other party's condition with concern, but the old butler just shook his head and said he was fine.
But An Jingzhi still found clues from the other party's behavior.
He didn't expect that his sudden impulse would cause such a huge psychological burden to the old butler.
But this matter really needs to be brought to light slowly.
He can't bear the label of a fake forever, right?
It would be fine if the original owner had no family, because no one could testify against him now anyway, but the original owner had a family and relatives and friends in a village.
If he continued to use the original owner's name, he would not be able to take care of his relatives and friends in that village.
I can only bear with the old housekeeper temporarily.
…
The old butler was in a daze for a while before he regained his spirits.
He couldn't stop this, and the master would be able to recover his memory sooner or later.
But he could let the master stay.
He has already started thinking about how to get the master to stay.
Ever since Master Rongli returned to his fiefdom, more merchants have come to Qucheng to do business.
The local specialties and the natural floor have become business cards for external publicity.
The various preferential treatments for local merchants have aroused the envy of other merchants, who are trying every possible way to find out how to stay.
"Mr. Rong Li, please come this way. The master has been waiting for a long time."
Young Master Rong Li came to Qucheng again with his guards. This time he went straight to the City Lord's Mansion to hand in his visiting card and also prepared generous gifts.
Before entering the city, he found that the ears of wheat outside the city were particularly full.
He remembered that when he left the city, he also took a look at the food situation in his family's fiefdom. Most of the food was green. Why did it look like it would be harvested soon here?
On the way here, there seemed to be more and more patrolling soldiers.
They all looked majestic, and the silver-white armor surprised him and made him more wary of the Lord of Qucheng.
As he was led all the way to the mansion, he saw the patrolling soldiers again. These soldiers looked like elite soldiers with great spirit and vigor.
He deliberately glanced at the weapons of these soldiers, frowned again, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "It seems different."
Originally, he was fully confident that he could trade for the thing called cement, but now the more Young Master Rong Li looked at it, the more uncertain he felt.
Looking at An Jingzhi who was waiting for him in the pavilion, he was only dressed simply, but he looked so noble that he couldn't help but bow down and worship him.
"Greetings, Lord City Lord." He was the first to greet politely, which was different from the first time he came, when he seemed polite but was actually arrogant.
"Mr. Rong Li, please be so polite and take a seat. Last time, we hit it off right away, but before we could have a long conversation, you left in a hurry. This time, we must have a heart-to-heart talk."
In the pavilion, guards were stationed in the fourth place, and the soldiers from An Jingzhi's mansion were also standing guard nearby.
Looking at the food on the table that he had never seen before, Master Rong Li was no longer surprised.
It's only been a few months? The whole prefecture, no, the whole Qucheng seems to have changed again.
Even his father's fiefdom was not so prosperous and powerful.
After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, Young Master Rong Li hinted, "The City Lord must have heard about the family's affairs. I feel very sorry about this."
An Jingzhi's expression was indifferent: "It's not that I have no memories of the past. Even if I did, I was just an abandoned child who was kicked out of the family."
Young Master Rong Li was unsure of what An Jingzhi was thinking, and stopped discussing the topic. Looking at the bowl of white food on the table, he asked in surprise:
"It's smooth and delicious. I don't think I've seen it before. What is this, Lord City Lord?"
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