The government was sending out wives, and I ended up with a princess from the previous dynasty!

Not only Di Qinglin and Murong Jiu, but even Jia Daoshi was stunned.

This man is truly devilishly handsome!

"Young Master Yi, I never expected to meet you here again. It must be fate. How about I treat you to a meal?" Jia Daoshi said with a smile.

He was very curious about Yi Qi, and if possible, he would like to make friends with him.

If they get along well, they can also become sworn brothers.

There's a saying in the martial arts world: "Having more friends means having more paths to take; having more enemies means having more walls to block your way."

Moreover, Jia Daoshi also longed for the legendary martial arts world.

A cup of wine amidst peach blossoms and spring breeze, ten years of lamplight in the rainy nights of the Jianghu.

He can kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles.

A very carefree life in the martial arts world.

Just as Yi Qi was about to agree, Yin Xin reached out and quietly tugged at Yi Qi's sleeve.

His little gestures look kind of cute.

"Young master, have you forgotten why we came out here? We've already wasted quite a bit of time here..."

Yi Qi then remembered and immediately said apologetically, "Brother Zeng, it seems I won't be able to have this meal today. But I'm already very satisfied with the grilled fish you just ate! Oh, and take this. If you need anything in the future, just come find me at Guanglong Sword Shop!"

As he spoke, Yi Qi took out a jade pendant from his waist and handed it to Jia Daoshi.

Guanglong Sword Shop?

Jia Daoshi's heart skipped a beat, and he reached out to take it.

The jade pendant felt warm to the touch, still carrying the warmth of the person who had given it to it, and it was carved with a long sword.

"In that case, I won't keep Young Master Yi any longer. Farewell!"

Jia Daoshi bowed with clasped hands in a gesture of respect, following the etiquette of the martial arts world.

"Alright! Brother Zeng, remember to come find me, I'll treat you to a drink!"

Yi Qi smiled slightly and left gracefully, her steps light and her figure elegant, her body exuding a sweet fragrance, making even women feel inferior.

"Young master, this young hero is even wearing face powder. Is this how all martial arts practitioners are?"

Seeing Yi Qi walk away, Murong Jiu looked on with curiosity.

"I don't know either," Jia Daoshi shook his head.

“This person is too effeminate. I think she is probably a woman disguised as a man!” Di Qinglin said.

Jia Daoshi smiled slightly and said nothing. He also had this guess, but the other party's clothes were very thick, so he couldn't see his Adam's apple. In addition, the other party was very skilled, so he couldn't be sure for the time being.

"Alright, a good start today. You guys stay here and wait for me. I'll go buy some iron bars and ask my uncle to help me make a barbecue grill."

I made a profit of three ounces from the fish and meat I sold today.

Buying some iron bars is no problem.

After packing up, the group prepared to return to the village. Di Qinglin and Murong Jiu were both very happy and whispered to each other from time to time.

Jia Hu also grinned foolishly.

With this big guy following along, Jia Daoshi's life became much easier!

"My lord, I never thought selling fish could actually make money!" Murong Jiu was very excited, her smile almost overflowing.

Before, she and Di Qinglin worked for others, washing clothes and working in the fields. They worked themselves to the bone for a month but couldn't earn much money.

Di Qinglin can only sell a mountain rabbit for ninety coins!

Moreover, hunting doesn't always yield a harvest!

Now, Jia Daoshi has made so much money in such a short time!

"My lord! You are so amazing!"

Murong Jiu looked at Jia Daoshi with eyes full of admiration.

Jia Daoshi was somewhat disappointed, saying that although he had earned three taels, he had only made one tael after deducting the cost!

And when the four of them split the money, it wasn't much at all!

Making money is much faster by forging swords!

However, the iron ore supply is another problem!

Fortunately, seeing Murong Jiu's happy and lovely smiling face, Jia Daoshi's mood also became exceptionally pleasant, and he couldn't help but reach out and rub Murong Jiu's little head.

"This is nothing! Your husband will earn even more money in the future! He will make you rich and noble for the rest of your lives, and you will never have to suffer again!"

After being patted on the head by Jia Daoshi, Murong Jiu's face turned bright red!

"My lord, this is still a county town, there are so many people here!"

The little girl was very shy.

But deep down, she really enjoyed the feeling of being pampered by Jia Daoshi.

Jia Daoshi chuckled. This little Ajiu was too shy; she blushed easily when teased, so he stopped teasing her.

They bought a roast chicken for Jia Hu and some pastries for the two women. The group then left the market and exited the city gate.

Just as I stepped out of the city gate, it started snowing again!

In modern times, snow would be considered very romantic by girls.

But in the Great Jing Dynasty, it was different.

"It's snowing again. I hope it won't be too heavy."

Murong Jiu sighed softly.

Di Qinglin's expression was also somewhat heavy.

Snowy days remind her of the image of her father dying in battle.

Crimson blood was spilled onto the pristine white snow, quickly turning it red!

Before he died, her father pushed her away with all his might.

"Live!"

These were her father's last words to her!

Jia Daoshi reached out and took a snowflake.

A snowflake melts into a drop of water in the warm palm of your hand.

He didn't feel as much sadness as Di Qinglin and Murong Jiu.

The roof needs to be reinforced, the tiles need to be replaced, the walls need to be repaired, and there are many things waiting for him to do.

Back in the village.

Jia Daoshi first escorted Jia Hu home.

It's snowing, but this big, silly guy doesn't seem to care at all. He keeps asking to play in the snow, so Jia Daoshi is a little worried about letting him go home alone.

at home.

After much deliberation, Di Qinglin walked to the bookcase covered with a black cloth, squatted down, and reached into the bottom of the bookcase to retrieve the antique item.

The four small seals of the Wuqing Southern Canon shone with a deep, ethereal light under the daylight.

"Sister Qinglin, are you going to give this book to your husband now?"

Seeing Di Qinglin take out the box, Murong Jiu's expression also turned serious!

This box contains more than just a book!

They are also their hope for restoring their country!

Di Qinglin shook his head: "No! What I wanted to give him was not this book!"