After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The busybody was so angry at the old farmer's words that he trembled: "Your place is not close to Kyoto. Your farmland is at best second-class land. You cheated people so blatantly, and you still have the nerve to say that you are giving face to the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang?"

The old farmer said nothing, threw his hoe aside, and sat down on the ground, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

"Brother, how about changing places?" Li Mingde was speechless.

Is silver planted in this farmland, or is gold buried?

How dare this old farmer ask for such a huge sum!

Su Xuanming, who was slightly dazed, was awakened by Li Mingde. He let out a long sigh and said, "Buy it! Let's go sign the contract now!"

"Big brother!"

"Su Dalang!"

Su Xuanming smiled and explained to his brothers and the nosy people: "My mother said yesterday that if we can't rent it, then we can buy it."

After these words came out, the old farmer looked at Su Xuanming again and again, muttering quietly: "Could it be that Madam Hou is really a deity who has descended to earth? She is so able to predict the future!"

The busybody opened his mouth so wide that an egg could fit in it. Then he swallowed several times, as if his throat was dry. "Oh my god, are you guys acting in collusion? Is there really someone who can plan everything?!"

Su Xuanming didn't care what others thought. His mother had already pointed out a clear path, so why not follow it?

Fortunately, the sky was gloomy all the time and it didn't rain until Su Xuanming and the old farmer returned to Kyoto and signed the contract.

When the curious person returned to the familiar street, he was immediately surrounded by the crowd.

"Song Da, have you followed them to the end? The boatman just said that the Sili Bridge collapsed. Is it true? Is it so weird?"

"Song Da, I just saw Su Dalang and a farmer go to the government office. Is there something wrong?"

"Song Da..."

Faced with the chattering and numerous questions from neighbors, some known to him and some unknown to him, the nosy Song Da stepped on a stool and cleared his throat.

"Don't worry! Don't worry! Let me have some tea, and then I'll tell you all about it in detail."

As soon as Song Da sat down, he was invited to the teahouse by the waiter of Fuquan Teahouse: "Song Da, our boss said that a good horse deserves a good saddle. You have worked hard, why don't you go to Fuquan Teahouse to have some tea and some snacks?"

After saying that, the waiter unnoticeably stuffed a small silver nugget into Song Da's palm.

Song Da weighed it, a big smile appeared on his face, and he walked towards Fuquan Teahouse.

Fuquan Teahouse's official storyteller gave up his seat unwillingly and sat down angrily, listening to Song Da's gossip.

Song Da: "We went west along the Huimin River. When we were about to reach Sili Bridge, we saw with our own eyes that it had collapsed. Su Dalang laughed and said that this was exactly the place that Madam Hou had mentioned. So we went ashore and found a small courtyard..."

Song Da's description was dry, but because it was first-hand information and it caught on to a hot topic, it still attracted a lot of viewers.

The storyteller's eyes rolled and he went over the script in his mind several times. By the next day, his unique story attracted more customers.

"The wife of the Marquis of Yongchang was originally the incarnation of the river god. She descended into the mortal world to overcome the calamity."

"She told Su Dalang that things would work out when the time came. It seemed like words of comfort, but in fact, there was something else going on."

"When Su Dalang followed her instructions and arrived at the Sili Bridge, she sent down 7749 thunderbolts, instantly destroying the Sili Bridge that had stood for hundreds of years!"

"Su Dalang's way was blocked, so he climbed ashore. In the mist, he saw an old farmer with a white beard holding up the land deed with both hands."

The people of the time believed in Buddhism and Taoism, and believed in these supernatural stories the most, so they listened to them with great fascination.

Some rational onlookers questioned: "Since Madam Hou is the incarnation of the river god, why did she live a mediocre life in the past few decades?"

The storyteller said confidently, "The soul of the river god, with a mortal body, was delayed by the Yongchang Marquis for ten whole years. Now, once it encounters a golden dragon, it turns into rain!"

Everyone understood what he meant and felt that this statement made a lot of sense!

Another burly man with a full beard and an indistinct face asked, "Although the weather was gloomy the day before yesterday, we didn't see any thunder or lightning."

The storyteller rolled his eyes: "The sun rises in the east and it rains in the west. There was no thunder in our capital, but there was thunder in southern Beijing!"

Someone agreed: "Indeed, I heard a series of muffled noises that day, which seemed to come from far away."

The burly man lowered his head, his eyes deep.

It wasn't raining, but I heard muffled thunder. Was it real thunder, or was it some other weapon?

After all, Lady Gu Nanxi, the wife of Marquis Yongchang, is the only daughter of General Gu, the God of War.

When the storyteller was about to leave, another guest in the audience raised questions.

A boy of about twelve or thirteen with a dirty braid, wheat-colored skin, and handsome features stood up and asked in a non-standard Mandarin.

"Since the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang is the incarnation of the river god, why doesn't she just give the land deed to her son?"

The storyteller unfolded his fan and said mysteriously, "The monk Tang had to go through 81 trials to obtain the true scriptures. The river god wanted to cultivate his son, so he created difficulties even if there were none!"

The foreign boy's pupils shrank. Is this really the case? !

The eyes of the foreign boy flashed, and he said quietly and firmly to the silent strong man beside him: "I want to go to the Yongchang Marquis's Mansion! God has given me guidance! I believe that the wife of the Yongchang Marquis is my destined noblewoman!"

The rumor about the Goddess of the River spread more and more widely. Even during the open day of Daxiangguo Temple this month, people asked about the Goddess of the River.

Gu Nanxi, who lived in the Marquis' Mansion, could not see Su Xuanming and Su Yunting day by day. Even Su Yunyan, who used to come to the main courtyard to punch in every day, had not come for several days because she was busy cleaning up the shop.

"Lumei, you said... Oh, forget it." Gu Nanxi wondered whether she should help Su Xuanming find a place.

Later, I changed my mind and realized that I was not as familiar with Kyoto as they were.

Gu Nanxi silently took out a few silver bills from the cash box. If Su Xuanming really had no other choice, then he would provide more support.

"Master, there are rumors in Kyoto..." Lumei hesitated, wanting to ask but not daring to.

Gu Nanxi's temple throbbed. These rumors in Kyoto were truly crazy.

Thinking about what happened with her lover last time, Gu Nanxi felt embarrassed again!

"Lumei, rumors stop at the wise!" Thinking of what the young emperor said, that the rumors started in Yongchang Marquis Mansion, Gu Nanxi once again said to the servants around him, "Don't spread it around!"

When Lumei left the house, she was surrounded by the servants in the mansion: "Sister Lumei, what does the master mean by this?"

Green Plum: "Rumors stop with the wise. The wise master Huiming of Daxiangguo Temple said that all things have spirits when he was asked about the river god by believers the other day. The implication is that the master is the river god!"

Lu Mei looked around, warning: "The master has told us all about this important matter! We must not say anything! Do you understand?"

"Understood! Don't worry, Sister Lumei!"

That afternoon, a piece of news spread rapidly.

It's confirmed! The wife of Marquis Yongchang admitted that she is the river god!