After the marriage, my husband's family listened to my voice and turned the tide

It was almost noon when they heard the sound of wheels behind them. They looked back and saw a horse-drawn carriage with the government office logo stopped. Ke Yu and Qiu Ming got out of the carriage.

Qiu Ming sighed: "Luckily I'm back. Look how the weather has changed so quickly. If I had been late, I might not have been able to come back today."

Everyone smiled and said nothing, so he said to Shang Tingli and Ke Xin, "Why did Xiaoli and the prince come back so early? Why didn't they stay at the farm for two more days?"

Shang Tingli smiled and said, "I have been here for three days. Next I should go and see the shop my mother left behind. Besides, it will be mid-autumn in half a month, so it is time to go back."

The Mid-Autumn Festival is all about family reunion. Even though it is a period of national mourning and there are no banquets or lantern festivals or night markets, the family will always have a reunion dinner.

She wanted to wait until that time, waiting for the flood to come and for the flood to pass. After all, only by seeing it with her own eyes could she feel at ease. However, these were just thoughts.

Qiu Ming nodded: "That's right. It's rainy now and the roads are slippery. We should go back early." He sighed, "Well, let's go back and have lunch first."

The group walked to the third hall, passed through the hanging flower gate, and then stepped onto the corridor leading to the dining hall. In an instant, the rain came down like a bucket, with great momentum and "clattering" non-stop.

Zhang Xiaoyan came out of the house and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw everyone. "It's okay, everyone is not wet in the rain, right?"

Shang Tingli said, "No, Aunt Yan."

"That's good." Zhang Xiaoyan looked at their clothes and felt relieved. "It's time to eat now. Let's eat first."

Everyone entered the dining room and sat down to eat.

Perhaps it was because couples always had a certain tacit understanding, Zhang Xiaoyan asked the same question as Qiu Ming, "Why don't Xiaoli and the prince stay at the manor for a few more days?"

She didn't know when the two would come back. She thought they would be back in two days, but unexpectedly they came back today. Fortunately, there was plenty of food today, enough for two more people.

Shang Tingli gave the same answer: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is in half a month, it's time to go back."

Zhang Xiaoyan suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, yes, it's Mid-Autumn Festival, I should go back to have a reunion dinner."

Shang Tingli smiled at her and said, "That's right."

"Brother Yun Yan, how are things going over there?" Ke Xin asked.

Ke Yu said: "It's almost done. If the weather is good tomorrow, it will be finished."

Shang Tingli listened silently.

[Although it is strange why the prince would come to Nanwu to look for someone in this life, it is a good thing for the people of Nanwu. The tragic situation of flooding Nanwu should not happen in this life. ]

[However, I always feel like there is something I have overlooked...]

Ke Xin's heart suddenly tightened, and he turned his head to glance at her secretly.

Shang Tingli was immersed in his own thoughts and did not notice his gaze.

[If the prince had come to Nanwu to look for someone in his previous life, why didn't Nanwu escape the disaster in his previous life? Was it because the prince was so focused on looking for someone that he didn't notice Nanhe? ]

[Or is it that the prince did not come to Nanwu at this time in his previous life? But the people of Nanwu were displaced as a result, and Nanwu is no longer the Nanwu of yesterday... That's why I have never heard of the secrets of the Taifu Mansion? ]

[Or maybe the prince never came to Nanwu in his previous life? But he came to Nanwu in this life. Is this also a butterfly effect? ​​]

Ke Xin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she didn't suspect him, he could let her think whatever she wanted.

Shang Tingli's mind was a mess, and everything he ate tasted bland and tasteless.

After a long time, she finally let it go.

[No matter what it is, the result is always good. ]

Shang Tingli stopped worrying and said with a smile to everyone, "We brought some good things back from the farm. When the rain stops, we'll have Ma Chao bring them out for everyone to taste."

"Yes." Ke Xin agreed, and then said to Ke Yu: "I wonder if Brother Yun Yan likes things like field snails? There is also a kind of stone snail, which is also very delicious."

Shang Tingli was shocked and stared at him: "Didn't you say..."

Ke Xin tilted his head and smiled at her: "What did you say?"

Shang Tingli: “…Nothing.”

[Are you born in the year of the dog? When we were at the farm, I asked you if it tasted good, and you said it was OK. Isn’t it OK? How come it has become so delicious? Hehehe…]

Ke Xin: “…”

After the meal, it was still raining outside. The rain didn’t get lighter, but it didn’t get heavier either.

The heavy rain did not stop until the afternoon. Soon after, the sun peeked out from behind the clouds.

Shang Tingli led two maids out of the house to check the shop that Yu Yang had left behind. This time, Ke Xin did not follow.

There were not many shops left by Yu Yang, only a few, most of which were grain shops. The shop they preferred to go to was on the west side of Nanhe Street.

Qianqiu Grain Store.

As soon as the master and servant entered the store, the shopkeeper came up to them and asked, "Young Madam, do you want to buy rice?"

Fang Zhi held out the land deed.

The shopkeeper immediately greeted him and said, "I'm sorry, you are the boss. Please come in."

Shang Tingli nodded and followed him to the counter.

The shopkeeper called the waiter to serve tea, and then he went to get the shop's account book and placed it in front of Shang Tingli, saying, "Please take a look at the account book first."

Shang Tingli smiled and thought that this man was quite sensible. He was either really a good person or he pretended to be so good that even his account books were impeccable.

She didn't hesitate to look through the account book in front of the shopkeeper, "Business is pretty good?"

The shopkeeper replied, "Yes, our rice is good and the price is affordable. People usually come to our shop to buy rice."

Shang Tingli nodded and said nothing more.

The shopkeeper said again: "I guess you are the daughter of our old boss, right?"

Shang Tingli looked up: "Oh? How did you tell that, shopkeeper? People say that I look neither like my father nor my mother."

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "You are exactly the same age as the old boss's daughter. Although you don't look like the old boss, you are a very beautiful woman like the old boss. Plus, I have never heard that the boss has changed, so I guessed it."

Shang Tingli smiled and said, "The shopkeeper is a wonderful person."

"Oh, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it." The shopkeeper smiled and waved his hand, "The boss hasn't come to visit the shop for several years. I wonder if you are doing well recently?"

Yu Yang didn't own many shops, and sometimes when she couldn't sit still at home, she liked to go check on the shops, perhaps to find something to do. She never let the shopkeeper bring the account books to the house, she would go out and check on them herself.

The shopkeeper didn't know that their boss was the former prefect's wife, so he didn't know that Yu Yang had passed away.

Shang Tingli suppressed his smile and said softly, "My mother is no longer with us. I will take over the shop from now on."

The shopkeeper was startled, as if he had not expected this result, and moved his lips: "You... condolences."

"It's in the past."

Shang Tingli smiled faintly and closed the account book. She looked at it for a while but didn't find any flaws.

"My husband's family is in Shangjing. It's rare for me to come back to Nanwu. Thank you for your concern, shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper said quickly, "This is my job, so it's nothing to worry about."

Time was limited, and she didn't want to stay any longer. She was busy rushing to the next store. Shang Tingli said, "I came here to talk to the shopkeeper about something."

The shopkeeper said, "You say."

"In the past two months, please lower the price of rice and sell it at cost price." Shang Tingli said.

The shopkeeper was surprised and asked, "Are you sure? You won't make much money this way. No, you won't make a penny. And you still have to pay us wages. Isn't this a huge loss for you?"

From these words, it can be seen that the shopkeeper is not pretending.

Shang Tingli said seriously, "I am very sure. After these two months, you just need to adjust the price back to normal. Just do as I say, and there is no need to say anything else."

"Okay." The shopkeeper did not object.

"Just do what my mother told you to do. From now on, you just need to continue doing what you did before. I should come to Nanwu every year at this time in the future, and you can report to me then." Shang Tingli said.

The shopkeeper bowed and said, "Don't worry, Boss."

Shang Tingli nodded slightly, left the shop, and went to the next shop.

They went to the grain shops and repeated the same method they had used at Qianqiu Grain Shop, issuing orders to other grain shops to lower prices.

Shang Tingli thought that his mother was very good at judging people in the past and had never encountered a malignant tumor, which saved her a lot of trouble.

After this trip, when we returned to the government office, it was already the evening hour and time for dinner.

Zhang Xiaoyan ordered people to process the two kinds of snails they brought back from the farm, and these two dishes will be on the dinner table tonight.

After eating, Shang Tingli went back to his room to rest. He was so tired from riding the car that he didn't even have the energy to walk around the garden.

After lying on the couch for a while and thinking for a while, she finally stood up, went out, and went to talk to Zhang Xiaoyan. They would set off early tomorrow morning, and this was also a farewell.

The two of them sat in the pavilion. Zhang Xiaoyan held Shang Tingli's hand and looked at her again and again. Gradually, tears welled up in her eyes. She said softly, "Why is it time to say goodbye again? Let Aunt Yan take a closer look at our Xiaoli. After this separation, it will be another year before we meet again."

Shang Tingli smiled and said, "If you are willing to go to the capital, why wait for a year? You can see me any day you want."

Zhang Xiaoyan shook her head: "I won't bother with my old bones."

Shang Tingli was stunned: "How can you say she is older? If you go out with me, people might think Aunt Yan is my elder sister." As she said this, she turned around and asked the maids, "Fangzhi, Gantang, do you think so?"

The two maids looked at each other and said, "Yes."

Shang Tingli said: "Look, everyone says so."

This made Zhang Xiaoyan laugh. She smiled and said, "You are such a clever girl. You always like to say nice things."

Shang Tingli blinked and said, "How could that be? I always tell the truth."

Zhang Xiaoyan laughed again, her eyes moistened as she said, "If you continue like this, Aunt Yan will never be able to bear to see you go."

Shang Tingli smiled and said, "If you can't bear to leave, then just follow me to Shangjing."

……

The palace lanterns were lit again in Qiu Ming's study.

"I wonder if Your Highness will also return to Beijing tomorrow?" Qiu Ming asked.

If tomorrow is a good day, their project will be completed. But tomorrow is the last day of July, and it is better to take a carriage to travel long distances in the rainy season.

There is only half a month left until Mid-Autumn Festival. If we don’t leave tomorrow, it will be difficult to get back before Mid-Autumn Festival.

Ke Yu shook his head: "I will go back after the project is completed."

Riding a horse was faster than taking a carriage, so he was not in a hurry.

After Qiu Ming pondered for a moment, he said, "Your Highness, can I have a few words with the prince?"

"Of course you can." Ke Yu got up and left the study without hesitation.

Ke Xin looked at the person in front of him, sighed in his heart, and said, "What does Lord Qiu want to say?"

"Your subordinate——"

Qiu Ming lifted his skirt and knelt down in front of him. "I beg you to take good care of Xiaoli..."

"What is Lord Qiu doing?"

Ke Xin was frightened by his action and subconsciously grabbed his arm, wanting to pull him up, but he didn't expect that the man was stubborn and didn't get up immediately.

Ke Xin stood up and avoided his kneeling.

Qiu Ming moved his knee towards him, "Prince..."

Ke Xin's face changed slightly, and he frowned and said, "If Master Qiu insists on kneeling, then I think it will be difficult for me to agree to your request."

Qiu Ming paused.

Ke Xin said, "Master Qiu, there is really no need to do this. Don't forget that the Crown Prince's Consort and I were married by the Queen Mother's decree."

Qiu Ming trembled twice, and finally remained silent for a moment.

"We have already been married and are a proper family. How can I let anyone bully my wife?" Ke Xin said calmly, "Even if I take a step back, the Crown Prince's Consort represents my reputation. Can I still let others step on my face and laugh at me?"

After a moment, Qiu Ming stood up from the ground and bowed to him: "I understand now. I was too narrow-minded."

Ke Xin stared at him for a long time before saying, "There is one thing I don't quite understand. Since Lord Qiu cares so much about the Crown Prince's Consort, and you could have gone to the capital to report on your work a long time ago, why haven't you left yet?"

When they were not together, she would stay in this small Nanwu and not even say hello to him. But when they met, she could kneel down to him as a "godfather" and beg him to treat her daughter well.

Why are people so contradictory?

Qiu Ming sat back in his chair and sighed slowly: "It has always been difficult for people to have everything."

Ke Xin: “Oh?”

Qiu Ming said: "I thought about going to Beijing to report on my work two years ago, but my wife is used to the life in Nanwu and doesn't want to travel. She has lived with me for half her life without any regrets, how can I let her down? Besides, Xiaoli... Marquis Yi Zhong is her uncle after all, so I won't go too far."

At this point, he couldn't help but sigh again, and then he said, "In the eyes of outsiders, my husband and I, Yu Xiaoli, are always outsiders. Even in the capital, I'm afraid there will be times when we feel powerless."

Ke Xin didn't respond.

He understood that, for Qiu Ming, his first wife was the most important, which was understandable. However, he did not agree with Qiu Ming's later words. His prince's wife must have suffered a lot in the Yi Zhong Hou Mansion, but she had no place to complain. If Qiu Ming and his wife were in the capital, she might not have suffered so much.

"I, an old man, cannot protect Xiaoli. I hope that the prince can protect her more." Qiu Ming's tone was almost pleading, and his turbid eyes looked at him humbly.

Ke Xin was silent for a while.

After a while, he smiled and said, "Master Qiu, don't worry. The Crown Prince's Consort can live well in her uncle's house. Now that she has married into our Prince Ren's mansion, she will only live a better life in the future."

Not sure if he heard the ambiguity in these words, Qiu Ming said with a relieved look on his face: "With the promise from the prince, I feel relieved that Xiaoli is doing well. I'm sure Yunfan would be relieved if he knew about this in the afterlife."

Ke Xin asked: "Who is Yunfan?"

Qiu Ming smiled and said, "Xiao Li's father's name is Yun Fan."