The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

We had to pass through several towns on the way to Songling County. Fortunately, the carriage was fully equipped, so we could drink tea and enjoy the scenery along the way.

The two arrived at the county before noon. Jing Changping took Ji Yinghuai directly to the county government office. The bailiff at the door obviously recognized him.

Smiling, he stepped forward and said hello: "Isn't this Village Chief Jing? You haven't been here for a long time. What are you here for this time?"

Jing Changping greeted him with a smile and patted Ji Yinghuai beside him: "This is my nephew. He used to work somewhere else. He just returned to the old house, so he wanted to buy the vacant land behind the old house."

Ji Yinghuai took a few steps forward, took out two pieces of silver from his pocket and handed them over. The yamen runner's smile became even brighter. He took them with a smile and politely led them into the government office.

Ji Yinghuai was still a little uncomfortable. Even when he was a soldier before, he had never been so flattering to others. He could fight but would not be a coward. If he couldn't beat them, he would ignore them. He would rather be beaten than bow his head. Later, as his status rose little by little, others had to fawn on him.

The yamen runner led the way in front, looking back at Ji Yinghuai from time to time as he walked. He didn't look like an ordinary farmer at all. The aura he had was even greater than that of the judge in their yamen. He didn't look like a simple person.

The county magistrate is not here today, but small matters like this can be handled by the legal advisors in the yamen. Jing Changping has been to the yamen several times before for matters such as population management, taxation, house sales, etc., and he is quite familiar with the people there.

The lawyer sitting behind the desk was a little old man in his fifties, who looked in good spirits. After asking about the situation, he immediately asked his men to bring over the deed to the land.

He looked up and carefully examined Ji Yinghuai, and said, "This house has been abandoned for more than 10 years, but the location and the land are good. If you don't want it within three years, you can't transfer it back to the government office. If you want to sell it to someone else in the same village, you need to bring it here to change the deed and sign it."

Ji Yinghuai nodded.

After confirming that he wanted to buy it, both parties signed and sealed the deed.

Ji Yinghuai still wrote it with his left hand, and signed it as Ji Er.

The lawyer checked his household registration documents and returned them to him after confirming that there were no problems.

Ji Yinghuai was well prepared, and the secret guards had already prepared his identity for him. No matter who found out and when, it would be that he was Jiang Shian's distant cousin, with a full name and surname.

"Although you hold the pen with your left hand, your handwriting is very relaxed and tense. I wonder if you have passed the imperial examination?"

Ji Yinghuai shook his head: "No, my family is poor and I only know a few words."

Seeing that he was obviously unwilling to say more, the master did not continue to ask.

After finishing the work, Ji Yinghuai and his companions did not stay long. They took the land deed, paid the money, and then were taken out of the yamen by the bailiff who had just led them in.

This town is quite far from the county, and he rarely comes to the county. Jing Changping said he would go to a few nearby bookstores to see if there are any suitable books for Xiao Sun.

Ji Yinghuai nodded and accompanied him, picking out a few books he had never read. As expected, the largest bookstore in the county was of the same brand as the one in town, and there were many storybooks written by him and Jiang Shian on the shelves.

When he asked about the price again, he couldn't help but be shocked. Before, Zombie An had told him that he could get a commission every month. Compared with the profit, that commission was just a drop in the bucket.

After buying the books, the two went to the snack shop, and Ji Yinghuai bought one for Jiang Shian and the village chief Xiao Sun.

Jing Changping looked at the few taels of silver and spent it without thinking. He looked at Ji Yinghuai as if he was a prodigal.

Mid-July is the hottest time of the year.

Heifeng will remember the roads he has walked once, so there is no need for Ji Yinghuai to drive outside.

He then hid back in the carriage and sat with Jing Changping at the small coffee table, drinking tea.

Just now he noticed that several shops were selling soap. Judging from the shape of the boxes, they should be imported from there, but the price they sold was more than five or six times higher than that sold in their town.

Jiang Shian had told him before that opening a shop does not have to be limited to the town. Once the business becomes a little more stable, he can buy a few more shops in the surrounding areas. Then he can stop the middlemen from making a profit and make the profits on their own.

This place is remote so he doesn't have to worry about being recognized. The matter of the second uncle of the Jiang family has been investigated thoroughly. In fact, he only needs to give an order to help the young man get his revenge without any effort.

But he could see that Jiang Shian wanted to make these people lose everything with his own hands, so in this case he only needed to assist them in a little bit, and the rest would have to be done by the young man himself.

Come to think of it, it's been less than half a year and the family has already earned nearly a thousand taels of silver. With Jiang Shian's money-making mind, he will probably get what he wants in another half a year.

Thinking about this, Ji Yinghuai paused for a moment as the cup of tea near his lips. He was still a little puzzled. According to rumors and investigation results, Jiang Shian was mentally retarded since childhood and was seventeen now. It was said that his mind and personality were no different from those of a seven or eight-year-old child.

This suddenly became better, smarter. More precisely, it was as if he was a different person. He had no resemblance to the person he was investigating.

It may also be that he was overthinking it, and because of the sudden change in his family and he had to rely on himself, his illness recovered.

Ji Yinghuai thought so. But when he thought of Jiang Shian occasionally saying a few words he didn't understand, and the toothpaste and toothbrush, and now the soap were things he had never heard of.

There is no record in the book. Can it really be suddenly thought of and created overnight?

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The aroma of food wafted from the yard, and a small table of delicious food was placed on the small table in front of Jiang Shian.

There were two people eating with him. They were the brothers Fangzi and Yuanzi who had always been helping him.

After this period of time, the two brothers became much more cheerful than before. They were taller and fatter than before. Yuanzi laughed more often than before, but he couldn't speak, which Doctor Wang could never do anything about.

Fangzi is not always so cautious. He used to have a hunched back. Compared to his previous skinny and pale appearance, he has grown up a bit now and looks like a handsome boy.

Jiang Shian asked them to eat outside with the other aunts so that it would be convenient to pick up the food. However, this person insisted that he would be bored if he was alone in the room with no one to talk to, so he moved a stool and ran to his room to sit and eat.

Jiang Shian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't refuse. The food here was so delicious that a few more people came in.

Huang Fugui, accompanied by a group of followers, rushed in like little cannonballs.

Jiang Shian quickly reminded: "Why are you running so fast? Be careful not to fall."

"No, Brother Shi'an and Aunt Huang's fried beef tenderloin is delicious. I'll go get it for you."

"Oh, that's enough..."

Before he could finish his words, the young man who had just spoken put the bowl on the table, ran out again, and came back a few moments later with a bowl of freshly cooked beef tenderloin.

Jiang Shian had to avoid spicy food during this period. His meals were cooked individually, with less spicy and less oil. Because he injured his bones, Huang Qiuxiang had been stewing bone soup for him in different ways these days, and bones were indispensable for his meals every day.

Aunt Huang is a good cook. The beef tenderloin was fried very tender and it was delicious even with less seasoning.

With the addition of a few children, the room suddenly became lively. A group of children sat at the wooden table opposite him, talking in a buzzing manner.

From time to time, I asked him if he wanted this dish or that dish.