Although Yu Hui's mother died early, he was, after all, the eldest son.
When you reach a certain age, getting married and having children means starting your own life.
Although his wife was also a village girl, she was quite virtuous and had a good life; she was the husband's son.
Therefore, Yu Hui was pampered by her parents, protected by her brother, and cared for by her great-aunt. She was a happy little village girl in the village.
In comparison, Chang Zihan is not as good as her, which is related to Chang Ziyu.
Chang Zihan is doing well now.
Zhai Minglan, being quick-witted, sat next to her aunt.
Jing Wei sat down with Yu Hui and complained to the Empress, "There have been quite a few people coming to Baishi Village."
Di Baose asked, "A beggar?"
Jing Wei followed her example: "Come on, fairy godmother, tell my mother-in-law that you can give birth to a son, and hold up one finger."
Huan Yue asked, "One hundred taels of silver?"
Zhai Minglan imitated the fortune teller, shaking her head with a mysterious expression.
Jing Wei encouraged her to learn.
Huan Yue asked, "Only one tael of silver? I must be overthinking it."
Di Baose laughed so hard he slapped the table!
Jing Wei laughed and said, "I think more than my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law asked, 'One liter of rice?'"
Huan Yue admitted his mistake: "Mother knows how to manage a household."
Yu Hui covered her mouth and laughed. Zhai Minglan didn't interrupt casually.
Jing Wei laughed and said, "The woman didn't say it outright, but she implied that she was giving birth to a daughter, a money-losing daughter, and that the Chang family's wealth was coming to an end. The old woman said, 'Do you know that your time is coming to an end?' She then ordered her to be tied up and taken to the yamen to be given eighty strokes of the cane."
Shi Qingzhu said, "Every liter of rice we can get is a liter; a beggar doesn't get that much at once, does he?"
Jing Wei said, "The rice in our Baishi Village is exceptionally good this year. Although it's not like tribute rice, each grain is large, plump, and fragrant. Some families don't even eat it themselves, so how could they bear to give it to beggars?"
So each family kept what they needed to eat, and about half of it was transported to Sheng'an.
Even if the Empress doesn't eat it, it's still nice to receive the reward.
Doesn't the Empress dislike giving silver as a reward?
Besides, it's only right that the imperial court should give back to Baishi Village after it has been restored and everyone has grown good rice.
Jing Wei said, "The rice in Changhe County is of particularly good quality. There are people who come to buy it and offer high prices, but people don't plan to sell it casually. Those who can afford it will eat it themselves or give it away as gifts."
Huan Yue said, "Don't exceed one dou (a unit of dry measure)."
Jing Wei nodded with a smile: "My family wants quite a lot, and the price they offer is not low, and it's better than those who inflate prices."
The Jing family owns their own land, but their rice is not as good as that of Baishi Village.
The matter of the Phoenix Fate is no longer a matter of whether people believe it or not.
Anyway, Baishi Village is magical; no matter how many people go to see it, they can't figure out what's wrong with it.
Jing Wei complained again: "An old woman came and stared at my son with a strange look in her eyes. She said she wanted to borrow luck from my son for the sake of Da Zhao. My mother-in-law had her tied up and sent to the yamen to be given eighty strokes of the cane. This was also for the sake of Da Zhao. Then, following her lead, they arrested people who knew evil magic. They arrested quite a few people. I don't know if they were real or not, but they had accomplices."
Di Baose blinked: "Borrow what luck? Isn't the royal family's luck enough?"
Jing Wei nodded: "The imperial grandson is connected to the fate of the nation. How much is my son? It's not that I'm unwilling to part with him, nor am I afraid of what others might say. It's just that it's predetermined by fate. What if evil magic steals away the fate of the nation?"
They're particularly good at making things up, as if the Chang family refusing to lend money is a heinous crime.
The Chang family isn't stupid.
You don't even know the extent of your own evil magic, so how can you just blindly trust others?
Luck is something you can't really see.
Although Baishi Village has had good luck these past two years?
But what if it wasn't because of the Chang family, but entirely because of the Empress? That just doesn't make sense.
Jing Wei was also bold: "My son is stupid, and we can't afford to pay for it if it implicates the imperial grandson. He's related to the imperial grandson by blood, right? If the evil magic requires him, I can't be stupid enough to send him up. This is fine. If he's so capable, how could he change the fate of the Great Zhao? Wouldn't the court appoint him as prime minister and bestow titles upon him?"
Huan Yue nodded.
Di Baose said, "The Great Zhao is upright and honest, and that's enough! When did it dare to be so bold as to use evil magic?"
Jing Wei shook her head: "There are all sorts of things out there. At first, some people in the village were scammed, but later they didn't dare to anymore. My mother-in-law stood at the village entrance with a kitchen knife and shouted: 'What business is it of yours what the imperial grandson is? Keep dreaming!'"
The maid said, "Some people are probably unwilling to give up and want to wait for the imperial grandson or some other time to get some benefits."
Jing Wei said, "Dream on!"
Her son is sleeping soundly and hasn't woken up yet.
Jing Wei was quite relieved: "Isn't life in Baishi Village good enough now? Even Sheng'an can't live as comfortably. If they get tired of it, the old man can give them some advice. They should pay their taxes. Once they stop being so idle, they'll feel much more at ease."
Di Baose laughed loudly: "They believe that too?"
Jing Wei said, "How could I not believe it? It was just a fluke."
Huan Yue nodded.
People tend to have wishful thinking, always wanting things to be as good as possible.
Jing Wei said, "It's okay to think things through, but you can't just think wildly. Then something else happened."
Zhai Minglan was excited; she wanted to speak.
Jing Wei let her speak.
Zhai Minglan was not afraid of strangers.
Yu Hui interrupted, "There are others who are looking for me, saying that my aunt is in the palace and will become an empress in the future."
Zhai Minglan hurriedly said, "Some people are looking for me, and some smooth-talking young men are trying to curry favor with me."
Holy crap!
Seeing her aunt's expression, Zhai Minglan became furious: "I led him to the riverbank and then pushed him in. It's not that I'm vicious, it's just that he was trying to seduce a five-year-old girl and ruin my reputation."
Di Baose quickly replied, "Well done!"
Zhai Minglan said, "Some men came to my house to propose marriage, and my grandma agreed to them all, but my mother slapped them a few times!"
Di Baose asked, "What does your grandmother mean?"
Zhai Minglan snorted: "My mother gave birth to me first, and my grandmother was unhappy; then my mother gave birth to a younger sister, and I started working when I was three years old. Later, my great-aunt said that if we were willing, we could stay together, but if we weren't, we could get a divorce! My mother wasn't just there to give birth to sons for the Zhai family! Whether we had sons or daughters was up to fate, so my mother got a divorce and went to work at my great-aunt's house."
Huan Yue saw that she had explained the matter clearly.
Jing Wei knew she was a clever little devil.
Zhai Minglan, having received permission, began to behave more like a little adult: "My grandma said I should go to the Chang family to be a servant? My mother said that working at the Zhai family isn't being a servant? How is working at my own aunt's house considered lowly? My maternal grandmother talked to my grandma about it again, and finally things calmed down."
Yu Hui said, "She can't afford to offend our family."
Zhai Minglan said in a mature tone: "My dad always heard my grandma say that when my mom used to beat me, my uncle, cousin, and my sister would all complain to my dad and grandma, and they would kneel down and promise never to do it again."
Jing Wei repeated, "We don't bully others, but we can't let others bully us. We should be good people, but we can't let our kindness be taken advantage of."
Zhai Minglan nodded and said to her aunt, "I'm currently studying at my great-aunt's house with my older sister Huihui."
Yu Hui was in pain.
Zhai Minglan was secretly delighted.
Jing Wei reassured her: "Our Huihui is also good at studying. Studying is for herself, and there's no need to compare herself with others."
Yu Hui snorted: "None of them can compare to my aunt."
Chang Zihan looked bewildered. Should she prompt her?
Huan Yue was so cheerful that her legend was probably known throughout the martial arts world.
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