The old butler listened from the side, feeling both worried and proud.
He knew better than anyone that there might be something wrong with his master's identity.
But he is the one who most hopes that his identity as the city lord will not be a problem, so even if there is a problem, it will have to be a problem.
Fortunately, this Young Master Rong Li seemed easy to get along with and did not listen to what the assassin's family said.
I was also proud of my master's extensive knowledge.
It seems that even the son of a great earl is not as knowledgeable as their master. It turns out that those fresh foods are not even available at the feet of the emperor.
Looking at Master Rong Li who clearly knew nothing but had to remain calm, he wanted to laugh but couldn't be rude, and his expression was a little weird.
Jin Fu was completely reduced to a supporting role, and one can imagine how anxious he was.
It seems that Master Rong Li has been completely deceived by this impostor.
He also felt a little regretful. Why didn't he tell the whole story?
At that time, I concealed the information on purpose because I was afraid that Master Rong Li would misunderstand me. I didn't expect that it would become a reason for this fake to refute him.
What should I do? What should I do? Young Master Rong Li will definitely not let him go after I return.
And as for this impostor, they will definitely send people to arrest him, right?
Put yourself in his shoes. If you were impersonating a noble, he would definitely not let go of anyone who knew about it.
He looked around trying to find a chance to escape, but he was watched closely on both sides by Master Rong Li's guards.
He could only take the opportunity to relieve himself because of his stomachache. Only then did Master Rong Li let the guards follow him with a hint of disgust.
"Please rest assured, City Lord. I will investigate this matter thoroughly and will not let you suffer a bad reputation." Young Master Rong Li's tone was very sincere.
"Mr. Rong Li, thank you for your concern. I also want to find out my identity." An Jingzhi maintained his amnesiac persona.
The two talked for a few more words, and a guard came to Master Rong Li in a hurry and whispered something to him, and then he saw Master Rong Li's face change.
The other party forced a smile and said goodbye to An Jingzhi. Before leaving, he took away the tea that An Jingzhi sold him, as well as some food that could be carried long distances.
Master Rong Li left with guilt and anger.
That damn Jin Fu actually escaped!
It seems that he must be guilty and he cannot slander the Lord of Qucheng. He is afraid that he will kill him, so he wants to run away!
The two points of doubt he had in his heart about An Jingzhi were reduced to only one point.
The remaining point will be clear after he goes to the home of the Lord of Qucheng and asks someone to come and take a look.
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"Master, I just heard what the guards said. Jin Fu ran away." The old butler said with a little concern.
"Will he find someone to slander the master again?"
An Jingzhi glanced at the old butler. This old butler was really...
They both knew very well whether it was slander or not, but the old butler's expression was as certain as if he really was the Lord of Qucheng.
He laughed dumbly: "Don't worry, old housekeeper, no matter how many people come, they are all here to give us money."
The old butler thought about what happened today, and it seemed to be true. Young Master Rong Li bought goods from countless merchants. Those merchants were all downstream merchants of the City Lord's Mansion, and in the end the money would go to the City Lord's Mansion.
And the tea, if he remembered correctly, was made by stir-frying some green leaves in an iron pot made by the master.
Although the process is indeed a bit troublesome, the price is not as outrageous as ten or twelve kilograms of tea.
After thinking about it, he realized that Young Master Rong Li had indeed given the master a lot of money. Seeing An Jingzhi's calm look, he felt at ease.
"The master is the mayor of our Qucheng." He said firmly.
When the master first came to Qucheng with documents and certificates, it was he and some assistant officials of the City Lord's Mansion who confirmed the other party's identity.
But at that time, the master said that he had lost his memory, and only the identification documents on his body could prove his identity.
No one dared to think of pretending to be a noble.
Or maybe the master really lost his memory, and because of his identity proof, they mistakenly thought he was the new lord of Qucheng.
Or maybe the master is really an ordinary civilian who pretends to have amnesia and pretends to be the city lord.
The old butler prefers the first one.
But he was a little worried. If the master's memory recovered, would something unexpected happen?
"Old housekeeper," An Jingzhi tapped his head lightly with his fingers, looking puzzled, "I feel like some strange images keep flashing through my mind lately."
"Could those images be my past memories?"
The old housekeeper's heart suddenly jumped, what he feared was really coming true.
"Master, what is the content of the picture?" He asked without caring about etiquette.
"There are no specific images, just some blurry pictures. Some are in the mountains, and some are in the village."
In the mountains and in the village? Could it be that the master is really a commoner and they mistook him for his identity?
That's impossible. How could a commoner develop so many ways to eat it? Even aristocrats like Rong Li Gongzi could only marvel at it.
The old butler said, "Master, that might be a picture of you going hunting and passing through the fiefdom."
An Jingzhi nodded, as if he understood, "I see."
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"What are these stinking things piled up here for?"
Uncle Jiu saw the commotion at the village entrance and walked slowly towards them with his crutch and asked.
The crowd quickly made way for them, and people on both sides supported Uncle Jiu and walked to the middle.
The clan leader said repeatedly: "Uncle Nine, this is the method we heard from the city."
He pointed to a pile of excrement in front of him and said, "I heard that the new mayor of Naqu City came up with this idea. This excrement can be used to make something called fertilizer, which can increase grain production."
Uncle Jiu's face darkened. "Where did you hear this method? You don't even know if it will work, and you dare to mess around like this?"
Although they did not have to pay taxes, the fields they cultivated themselves were not as good as the land of the common people under the rule of the nobles. The only land they could grow crops on was land that others did not want.
A little more or a little will have a significant impact, no wonder Uncle Jiu reacted so strongly.
The clan leader quickly explained, "That's not true, Uncle Nine. We learned this composting method from the common people of Nagqu City. Everyone in that city uses it."
"At first, they didn't use it to grow crops, only some vegetables. After trying it, they realized that this method was indeed effective. The vegetables grew much faster and more abundantly. Each one of them was lush green and of excellent quality."
"Now the whole of Qucheng has started composting, preparing to fertilize the crops and make them grow more abundantly and healthily."
"I gave him a prey, and he was willing to tell us this composting method."
"Uncle Jiu, let's try it first. Let's try it with vegetables. Even if these vegetables don't grow well, don't we still have mushrooms? And there are wild vegetables all over the mountain. We can't afford to lose them."
"If this method really works, we can harvest more food, and the children can have enough to eat."
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