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Early the next morning, Heyi accompanied Yunling to the nearest village to the west of Yuezhou City.

This can be regarded as the ancestral home of the Zhou family. The fields in Zhuangzi are ancestral property. From the generation of the grandfather of the old Marquis, this Zhuangzi belongs to Zhou Qiong's branch.

After several generations of hard work, the fields in Zhuangzi have been expanded by more than half. Now there are 6,000 acres of land, but only 5,000 acres of it are fertile farmland, and the other 1,000 acres are mountain forest land.

Spring has not yet begun, and the land is very empty and depressed. However, there is a clean and elegant adobe road that can accommodate two carriages running in parallel, leading from the entrance of Zhuangzi to the Xiyue Mountain on the back of Zhuangzi.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of Zhuangzi, two people stopped the carriage and asked, "This is Zhuangzi, Zhenxihou Mansion. No one can enter. Where did you come from and who are you looking for?"

Heyi didn't say anything, just waved his badge in front of the two of them.

The two people hurriedly put their hands together and bowed, "It turns out the manager is here!"

With that said, he moved the blocking fence again.

Heyi waved his whip, and the carriage drove inward along the adobe road.

Yunling looked at the fence through the car window, and saw that one of the two people who had just asked was holding a bamboo pole high in his hand. There was a dark green flag tied to the bamboo pole, and there was a vague painting on it. Qingluan only flies.

Is this informing the people on Zhuangzi?

Sure enough, when Heyi stopped the carriage at the foot of the mountain, there were already many dealers waiting to pick up customers.

The leader of the middle-aged man had a deep scar on his forehead, like a huge centipede embedded in his flesh, and his left sleeve was empty.

When he saw He Yi, he narrowed his eyes, and then said in surprise: "But Xiao Hezi?"

He Yi jumped out of the car with a smile, "Uncle Xu, I'm coming back to take a look."

The middle-aged man patted his shoulder with his right hand and said, "I haven't seen you for a few years. You are still the same as when you were a kid. It's pleasant to see you."

Seeing that He Yi was sitting on the carriage shaft, the middle-aged man looked at the carriage curtain unconsciously.

Heyi said hurriedly: "Uncle Xu, I am accompanying the eldest lady to talk to Grandpa Yu about something. He can be in Zhuangzi today."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes darkened, "Yeah, he doesn't like to go out in this winter. He had a bad cold a few days ago and had a bad cough."

He knew the master of the Zhou family somewhat, and had never heard of a eldest lady. But seeing He Yi's respectful attitude, he knew in his heart that the identity of the person in the car must be valuable.

Yu Zhuangtou is coughing badly now, and it is really not appropriate to meet such a delicate guest.

Hearing what he said, He Yi felt a little hesitant, then heard Yun Ling's voice in the carriage, "It doesn't matter."

Mingzhu jumped out of the car first.

He met countless pairs of eyes looking at him. Although there was no obvious malice, it was always a little uncomfortable to be stared at so directly.

"Miss, it's cold outside, please put on the curtain."

Yunling got out of the car and saw a group of people dressed in dust. Most of them were men with some physical defects. The rest were some young children and some women with sad faces.

And behind these people are tall mountains.

Perhaps because they were unwilling to occupy fertile farmland, the houses on Zhuangzi were built along the hills, and some were even built halfway up the mountains.

Under the layers of trees, these adobe houses mixed with thatch have a little bit of eaves exposed, like mushrooms that pop up after a rain in the forest. The clusters look a bit lively.

But it's crude.

Yunling nodded to the middle-aged man headed by him, "My surname is Tang. I'm here to visit Yuzhuangtou today. Please lead me, sir."

Xu Siyuan was stunned by her "Sir".

In the twenty years since he joined the army, no one has ever called him sir.

In fact, when he was in his hometown village, he worked as a private school teacher for a year. After he was disabled and retired, he taught children in Zhuangzi how to read and write their own names.

But the children also called him Uncle Xu, never Mr.

But he didn't expect that this young lady would call herself that.

Yunling didn't know this person's past.

She just felt that although this person had horrific scars on his face and disabilities, he actually seemed to have some rules when it came to walking and talking, and there were still a few drops of ink on his trouser legs, so she called him that. .

"plz follow me."

Xu Siyuan led the way and explained: "Zhuangtou is old and will cough in winter, and he can't stop coughing..."

He was afraid of offending the distinguished guests, so he set up defenses in advance.

"Have you seen a doctor?"

Xu Siyuan nodded, "I've seen that it doesn't get better even after taking medicine. It's like this every winter. Zhuangtou is also annoyed. He simply doesn't look at it or eats it. He just suffers from it."

As he spoke, he saw the distinguished guest's footsteps pause.

He actually stopped.

Xu Siyuan's face was filled with embarrassment, "It's not a serious illness. The doctor said it's either tuberculosis or the qi in the lungs..."

It's one thing to say it yourself, but it's another thing for others to express such obvious dislike.

He felt a little uncomfortable.

But I saw the distinguished guest suddenly walked to the roadside, stretched out his hand and pulled up a weed.

Seeing that he stopped and refused to leave, he asked doubtfully: "Why don't you leave?"

Xu Siyuan raised his feet and continued to move forward, but his eyes involuntarily fell on the wild grass held in the palm of the distinguished guest's hand.

This is a weed whose leaves are very frizzy to the touch, like the skin of a toad. The country people call it "toad grass".

She must be a young lady from the city who has never seen such weeds before?

Soon, the group of people arrived at a small and old house. In the yard, some nuts such as walnuts picked from the mountains were drying in the yard. There was also some firewood piled in the corner, but there was not much left.

"Zhuangtou, someone from the master's family is here." Xu Siyuan shouted in the yard.

The door opened immediately.

A gray-haired old man stood inside the door, wrapped in a shabby jacket, "Ahem, come in quickly, come in quickly, I..."

He was about to walk out tremblingly, but Heyi stepped forward to support him and said, "It's cold, Grandpa Yu, go inside."

Yunling raised her feet and walked in.

"Grandpa Yu, this is the eldest lady in the mansion." He Yi pointed at Yun Ling and said.

The master has not yet been engaged to the young lady, and he really doesn't know how to introduce her to her. I think everyone can understand him calling her this way.

Miss?

Although Yu Zhuangtou is old, he is not confused yet. Although he is a little surprised by Heyi's title, he still says in a good-natured manner: "Miss, I'm fine. This place is simple, I'm sorry, cough, cough, cough."

The cough was so severe that it seemed like he wanted to cough up his whole lungs.

However, Yunling did not dislike it. Instead, she stretched out her hand to take the old man's pulse, "If you don't mind, I can help you feel the pulse."

Everyone was surprised.

You've already started this...

Yunling felt her pulse with one hand and handed the "weed" in her hand to Xu Siyuan, "Please clean it and brew it with hot water. It can relieve coughs."

Xu Siyuan frowned and did not move.