Rebirth: Making a Fortune in Ancient Times

Getting back to the main point, although Old Master Zhang was reluctant to stay at Zhang Youtie's house, when Xia Yu was bestowed the title of Princess Wenfu by the late emperor, Zhang Youtie still secretly told Old Master Zhang about Shen Luo's identity. He was shocked to learn that the young master of the Shen family, who used to frequent the third son's house, was actually the emperor's son and was about to become emperor himself.

Old Master Zhang immediately sensed the danger. Without Zhang Youtie needing to persuade him further, he promptly instructed his family to pack up their essentials and move to his third son's house.

"Old man, what's wrong with you? The third son has already moved out. Are you trying to get the villagers to gossip about us by moving to his house?" Liu was displeased when she saw him suddenly change his mind and rush to move over.

"I'm the princess's grandfather. Who dares to speak ill of me behind my back? How many heads in my family are enough to chop off? Enough with the nonsense, hurry up and pack your things. Our whole family is moving in." Old Master Zhang glared at Liu Shi and said.

Now even princesses have to call him "Grandpa," how glorious and honorable! I never thought that my granddaughter would bring honor to my family's reputation, but unfortunately, it's involved in that matter.

Old Master Zhang dared not reveal Shen Luo's identity. Who in the world didn't know? The Emperor's sons were almost all dead, leaving only one heir. Who knew another son would suddenly appear, vying for the throne? Would the others agree? A fierce struggle was inevitable.

Old Master Zhang didn't understand politics or the imperial court, but he knew how people in the village operated. The emperor was like the wealthy man in the village, with only one son. That son could inherit all of the old man's property, but then another brother appeared, wanting to take over the old man's estate. Would the other son agree? There would definitely be a struggle for it.

This is similar to his son-in-law's situation. If his son-in-law were to suddenly have another brother who were to compete with him for the Fang family's assets, his son-in-law would fight that brother to the death.

Zhang Youtie had no idea what his father was thinking. If he did, he would be speechless! Important matters of the court were reduced to disputes over property among the village lords in his mind. Although it was crude, the logic seemed to be the same.

At the old man's insistence, the Zhang brothers, Youjin and Youyin, didn't object and moved in that very day. The Zhang family had many houses, so each branch was allocated a courtyard. Living together made it much livelier than before.

Zhang Youtie, holding an umbrella, strode into the flower hall, where Captain Ding was drinking tea and waiting for him.

Since Zhou Luo ascended the throne, Captain Ding no longer needed to hide his identity. After all, his faked death was to go into hiding and lead a team to protect Shen Luo. Now that he has returned to his rightful place and ascended the throne, his mission can be considered successfully completed.

So, although he was here with men to protect the Zhang family, he no longer needed to hide or conceal his identity. He could freely stroll around the village every day, chatting and talking with the villagers. He was living a very comfortable, carefree, and relaxed life.

When Zhang Youtie stepped into the flower hall and saw his furrowed brows, he couldn't help but feel a pang of unease. What had happened?

"Brother Ding, is there something you need from me?" Zhang Youtie asked impatiently.

"My lord, more people have arrived from the capital. Thirty secret guards sent by Lord Shen," Ding Chengxin said solemnly.

"But what happened?" Zhang Youtie's voice trembled slightly.

"My lord, please don't be anxious. I haven't had a chance to ask yet. I'll bring my men in now and ask them first," Ding Chengxin said, seeing Zhang Youtie's expression and knowing he was worried about the princess's safety.

Zhang Youtie waved for Ding Chengxin to go out and call for help, while he sat listlessly in the armchair beside him. His mind raced, and he had already considered dozens of bad scenarios. The more he thought about it, the faster his heart beat, and for a moment he felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

When Ding Chengxin brought his men in, he saw Zhang Youtie slumped in a chair. He'd known him for years, but he'd never seen him like this before. After a moment's thought, he understood why. He quickly went over and helped Zhang Youtie sit up straight, whispering...

"Princess, you are alright. This is someone the princess specially sent by the master to protect you." Actually, he made this up. He didn't know why these people came, but he had to admit that his lie hit the nail on the head.

"My lord, at the princess's request, the lord has sent us to protect you and your family." The leader, seeing Zhang Youtie's appearance and hearing Ding Chengxin's words, hurriedly replied.

Hearing both the other party and Ding Chengxin say this, Zhang Youtie's heartbeat slowly returned to normal. After a moment, he asked in a gentle voice...

"How is the princess these days?"

"Your Excellency, the princess is well. The master has assigned thirteen bodyguards to protect her. Your Excellency can rest assured."

"That's good, that's good. It's good to have someone to protect me," Zhang Youtie murmured. A moment later, he looked up at the people who had entered and said...

"Thank you all for your hard work during this period. Please feel free to make any requests or requests."

"You're too kind, Your Excellency!"

The visitor didn't say much. Seeing Zhang Youtie's polite manner, he only said this respectfully before leaving.

As the saying goes, nothing is more likely to happen by chance. Fortunately, Xia Yu asked Shen Jingheng for these thirty Shen family guards, otherwise the Prince of Ding'an's plan might have succeeded.

Meanwhile, back at Jialing Pass, since Xia Yu's arrival, she has resumed her life as a peasant girl, spending every day farming in her spatial dimension. It could be said that she's either physically farming in the space, or her consciousness is farming there—she's incredibly busy.

Now she not only grows grains, but she also grows a lot of vegetables in her spare time.

Take today for example. The soldiers who went to the granary to collect grain found that there were not only grains but also fresh vegetables.

Because of the war, the people around Jialing City had long since fled, and the produce from the land within the city was far from enough to feed the entire city's soldiers and civilians. Therefore, the soldiers hadn't eaten any green vegetables for many days.

Seeing the vegetables still dripping with water, everyone felt that there was hope for the future.

"Princess, is this green vegetable? Did you bring this too?" One of the soldiers couldn't contain his excitement and asked Xia Yu.

"Yes, just eating grains isn't enough; we'll lack vitamins. We need to supplement with some vegetables," Xia Yu said to the soldier while continuing to grow vegetables in the space using her consciousness.

"What might be missing?" The soldier didn't hear Xia Yu's words clearly, or rather, he heard them but didn't understand, so he asked again.

"What are you lacking? You're clueless! You've eaten General Zhao's words with your bread." Another person who came with him couldn't help but slap the man on the head. Before coming, General Zhao had specifically instructed him not to make a fuss about anything he saw, not to ask too many questions, and to take whatever the princess offered. But it was clear that the man had forgotten the general's instructions.

The man received a large sinus wound on his head, instantly clearing his mind. He immediately lowered his head and started loading things onto the cart, not daring to utter another word. Xia Yu found his cowering, quail-like appearance quite amusing. Just as she was about to say something to comfort him, she heard a commotion behind the granary.