After the rebirth, I lay in the arms of His Highness and won

Chapter 121 Staying in He Mansion (Part [-])
People, the most taboo comparison.

Sure enough, when they heard the sound and found a girl with bright eyes and white teeth, they stopped thinking about it and just spoke up:
"Little girl, don't make random remarks about things you don't understand."

She corrected her mistake when she knew it, and smiled humbly: "It's reasonable, I don't know what Yuanwai He did, which made everyone full of praise, I'm very curious."

The farmer with a gray bunt took the lead and said: "Let's talk about the field in Lijia Village. A sudden insect plague the year before last caused no grass to grow. It was the private property of the ancestors. Every family counted on the harvest to survive. It was barren for several months. It was helpless. It was member He who came out. Buy all the land at the normal price, so that everyone can breathe and slowly find other ways to make a living."

"Let's talk about last year." The young man in the brown jacket took over the conversation, "A businessman surnamed Zhang, who had contacts with Yuanwai He, stayed in the shop one day, unexpectedly caught fire in the middle of the night, leaving orphans and widows behind. There is nothing wrong with terminating the cooperation, but Mr. He ordered someone to help the Zhang family stabilize their business, and only get the part they deserved according to the agreement."

"Not to mention the monthly distribution of porridge, paving roads and building bridges..."

"I heard that in two months, Master He will contribute again..."

Everyone said something to each other, and even several nearby people joined in the praise.

"Brother Mu." She pointed to the young man who was wiping the table not far away, and whispered, "Do you think there is still hope for my 10 taels? To be honest, one has a criminal record and the other sings praises. There is simply no suspense."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled: "If you regret it, ask Ah Shan to go upstairs and take the poison, so you don't dare to resist."

She raised her cheeks and looked towards the door.

"Guest officer, walk slowly!"

Yan Hao bowed courteously, turned around and wiped off the perspiration on his brow, and got busy again.

It's not easy for the wicked to do this.

"Forget it, give me another chance." After eating and drinking, he was gearing up, "Let's go and find out the situation."

Standing outside the gate, looking up at the "He" plaque, she belatedly remembered something:

"Uh, what excuse do we have to go to visit?"

It's hard to say, people from Xuanwuhou Mansion, come and investigate your family's murder case.

He quickly unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and raised an unpredictable smile: "You will know later."

"Oh, Mr. Yun is really young and promising, Huai Jin holds Yu, thank you for the people of Pinglin Village..."

A middle-aged man in his 40s, with an amiable face, raised a teacup to greet them.

In the middle of the main room, there are three wide open boxes lined up, full of silver, giving off a dazzling luster.

"It's just a little effort." He shook the paper fan painted with landscapes, with a suave posture, "Our ancestors were helped by noble people to tide over the difficulties. Therefore, there is a saying in the family that 'do good deeds and accumulate virtue'. Passing through the precious land, I heard that Mr. He wants to build a bridge, so how can I miss my young master."

She lowered her eyes silently, took a sip of the sweet and sour fruit tea, suppressing her shock.

It's a shame to use silver as a stepping stone.

But he couldn't get enough of it and said: "This is only a part. After reading the specific construction plan, I will make up the rest."

She gasped, and couldn't help but start to secretly think about how to get his money in the future.

It's a pity not to be rich and powerful.

He Yuanwai smiled like a daisy in the wind, and warmly invited: "Young master, why not leave the inn and stay in the mansion for a few days, firstly, to show the friendship of the landlord, and secondly, to facilitate the discussion, what do you think?"

He closed the folding fan and tapped his palms again and again, as if he was thinking about it.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man further lobbied: "Although the mansion is not luxurious, it is much more comfortable than an inn. You and Miss don't have to worry about it. You can treat this place as your own home."

"Hmm..." He pondered for a long time, reluctantly saying, "Then, respect is worse than obedience."

She looked innocent: "Uncle He, is there a swing in the mansion?"

"Of course." Member He replied with a smile, and then asked strangely, "Miss Yun didn't bring a maid?"

"Ah, because... I was obsessed with my brother and sneaked back to meet the world."

Alas, how should I put it, Chu Mu thinks Dong'er is noisy and a burden.

He immediately cupped his hands: "My sister is very playful, I'm laughing at you."

"Haha..." He Mao said heartily, "It's okay, the little girl is really temperamental!"

She was about to mention He Fu's daughter along the way, when a maid came in a hurry.

"Master, Miss... is going out of the house..."

Huo Di stood up, thinking about the guests in the house, and said apologetically, "Wait a moment..."

"Since I live here, I should pay a visit to Ms. He, otherwise I will run into each other in private and don't know each other, it's very rude." She said crisply.

With a look of begging for praise, He Yuanwai couldn't refuse, so he had to make a gesture of please.

A group of people passed through the nave and stepped into the long corridor.

The green tiles and vermilion eaves in the mansion, carved beams and embroidered households are quite elegant, worthy of being the richest man in Gancheng Prefecture.

After walking for a while, He Mao hesitated for a while, then sighed:
"To be honest, please don't be offended if my little girl behaves inappropriately."

He did not show his expression: "I have heard a little about the disaster in the He Mansion."

"Hey, my miserable nephew is only at the age of a weak crown, the thief is really hateful!" He scolded angrily, covering his reddened eyes with his sleeves, "Thanks to Ah Hang, the little girl was spared, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. "

She watched from the sidelines and felt the sincerity, so she said slowly: "Uncle He, don't be sad, I can make you laugh, and I will definitely make Sister He feel better."

Pass through the flower corridor and come to a small courtyard.

Sitting by the stone table under the tree was a woman about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was slender and weak, and I felt sorry for her.

Clutching the handkerchief, he muttered: "Go out..."

The maid at the side persuaded: "Miss, don't lose your temper, the master will be worried... Ah, master."

The woman trembled and raised her eyes tremblingly.

She noticed that when her eyes touched Chu Mu, there was a clear flash of fear.

Not intentionally, but like an instinctive reaction.

Is this caused by flower pickers?
He Mao stepped forward in three steps and two steps, put on the woman's shoulders, with a loving face:
"Yi'er, you were frightened and haven't recovered yet, so you have to stay in the yard to recuperate, understand?"

As he spoke, he clapped his big hand comfortingly.

"Understood." He Qiuyi nodded timidly.

It was clearly a scene of fatherly kindness and daughterly filial piety, yet she felt a little weird.

Afterwards, under the encouragement of her father, Ms. He Fuli said hello.

It was just a simple conversation, and then retreated, seeming particularly shy.

It's not good to stay longer, so I said goodbye in a moment.

That afternoon, they moved into a small courtyard called Yushengju.

The two large wing rooms facing each other are neither far nor close, which is just right for brothers and sisters.

Push open the window, you can enjoy the whirling flowers and trees, the scenery is pleasant.

He Yuanwai was warm and thoughtful, and asked her considerately if she would like to assign a personal maid to serve her.

If you don't have to be on guard, she will definitely agree.

God knows how hard it is to be self-reliant.

"Thank you, Uncle He, for your kindness. I'm not used to sharing a room with strangers."

"All right, if you need anything, just ask, don't be polite."

He Mao didn't force him either, after explaining the trivial matters, he made an appointment for a detailed chat tomorrow, and strode away.

Mu Shan closed the door tightly, surveyed for a moment out of habit, and guarded it dutifully.

"My daughter was almost murdered, and my nephew ran into her by chance. She fell off the attic to her death while shoving and shoving." She lingered in the house, frowning tightly, "They are all relatives. There is nothing suspicious here in Hefu. Is it possible... ..."

He paused suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Yi Rong!"

(End of this chapter)