Transmigrated Leftover Woman in Rural Style

Because of the unexpected addition of this troublesome tagalong, Wei Yu wasn't in a hurry to go up the mountain. They arrived at the fork in the road between the old and new Zhoucun villages and stopped to ask the villagers, who were chatting together, for directions up the mountain.

Afterwards, the two carriages arrived at the foot of the mountain, stopped for lunch, and then symbolically strolled around the perimeter of the mountain. Sang Qiqi was indeed a pampered young lady; she couldn't stand it after walking only a few steps on the low hillside.

Wei Yu was pleased and immediately ordered his men to send her back. However, it was already late afternoon, no longer an auspicious time to enter the mountains. Left with no other option, Wei Yu led his men to hunt a few rabbits that had been frightened out of the mountains a little deeper before retreating.

It was already dark when they were about to leave the mountains. The group walked back noisily, discussing when they would definitely explore the entire mountain range. For no particular reason, simply because the mountains around Xinzhou Village were the largest mountain range in the entire prefecture and surrounding area.

Moreover, a section of this mountain range connects with the neighboring Kingdom of Dayue. It's said that people from there often use this mountain range to secretly infiltrate Qisong and gather intelligence. Of course, those people could also use the guise of merchants to come to Qisong, but that would be too obvious a target.

When Wei Yu and the others went into the mountains, Xiao Si went to the Li family with a miserable look on her face, carrying Huazhi. Unfortunately, Li Xiaonuan was not at home today, but went to her second uncle Li Dacai's place.

Today was the day Li Dacai was to leave the clinic and go home to recuperate. Therefore, everyone in Li Xiaonuan's family, except for Su Shi, went to visit Li Dacai. This allowed Xiao Si to successfully complete his errand. Since Li Xiaonuan wasn't home, Xiao Si casually said that Li Xiaonuan had sent the flowers, then left them outside the gate and left.

The entrance to the mountain is at the end of the stream on the wasteland that Li Xiaonuan bought. In other words, that stream is actually more like a stream of water that emerges from underground.

Xiao Si sat on the edge of the carriage, with a clear view of the wasteland belonging to Li Xiao Nuan's family.

Although the Li family members had all gone to Li Dacai's place, the work of reclaiming the wasteland could not be stopped. Therefore, what Xiao Si saw was a scene of more than a dozen men working hard on the wasteland.

As Xiao Si watched, he fell asleep. In his dream, he held his wife's hand, walking along a country road. On both sides of the road were the fields they had worked so hard to cultivate. Ahead of them, their children ran hand in hand.

When Xiao Si woke up, it was already dusk. However, Wei Yu and the others hadn't come out yet. Xiao Si wasn't worried about their safety; he was simply shocked by his dream. He quickly shook his head, reminding himself not to be affected by Wei Yu's words.

Just as Xiao Si was shaking his head wildly, another person appeared at the foot of the mountain. That person was none other than Zhao Wangchuan's servant, Zhao Lin. Xiao Si almost burst out laughing when he saw the man who looked as dark as charcoal.

Zhao Lin was annoyed by Xiao Si's laughter and scolded, "What are you laughing at? Be careful your laughter attracts wolves, then we'll see what you do."

Xiao Si's laughter abruptly stopped, and he asked Zhao Lin with a forced smile, "Brother, who are you from? How did you get so tanned?"

Zhao Lin snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "None of your business. If you're so capable, go to sea and sunbathe for a few years, and see if you don't get tanned. Humph."

Just as Zhao Lin finished humming, Zhao Wangchuan's voice rang out: "Zhao Lin, what nonsense are you spouting now?"

Upon hearing his young master's voice, Zhao Lin happily ran towards the source of the sound. Xiao Si curiously peered along the carriage wall in the direction Zhao Lin had run off to, then chuckled.

Because the old man and the young man walking towards them were both dressed in the same dark red as Xiao Si. The young man, in particular, was dressed in tattered clothes, clearly torn by animal claws. The old man was in better condition, but his trousers also had several large holes in the hem.

"Grandpa, Young Master, you're finally back!" Zhao Lin ran up to Zhao Wangchuan and asked with a smile, "Where are Zhao Fan and the others? Haven't they returned yet?"

The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes at Zhao Lin and walked straight into the village. Zhao Wangchuan glanced at the carriage with Xiao Si and walked into the village without making a sound. Receiving no response, Zhao Lin didn't care. As he passed Xiao Si, he even turned around and made a face at him.

Xiao Si was both amused and exasperated, secretly rolling his eyes and thinking: How childish! I, Xiao Si, am just as composed.

Before Xiao Si could finish praising himself, Wei Yu returned with his men. Following behind Wei Yu and his group were Zhao Fan and two other members of the Zhao family. They carried an exquisite iron cage covered with a black cloth, obscuring its contents.

Wei Yu glanced at Zhao Fan, who was carrying two mountain tortoises, and asked Xiao Si, "Were two people coming out ahead?"

Xiao Si nodded in confusion and said, "Yes, two lumps of charcoal. What's ridiculous is that even the servant who came to pick them up was lumps of charcoal." As he spoke, Xiao Si couldn't help but laugh again.

Wei Yu glanced deeply at the figure ahead, then led his men onto the carriage and drove off. Xiao Si drove the carriage leisurely towards the edge of the village. Perhaps Zhao Wangchuan and his group were deliberately driving slowly, or perhaps Xiao Si was deliberately speeding up the carriage.

In short, the carriage caught up with Zhao Wangchuan and his companions at the fork in the road between the old and new Zhoucun villages. Because the carriage had to take the village road from the new Zhoucun village to reach the main road, Wei Yu, who was peeking through the curtain at the scenery, had a clear view of their faces as the carriage passed by.

At first glance, nothing would be noticeable. However, Wei Yu, meditating in the carriage, possessed extraordinary insight. As the carriage approached the city gate, he became uneasy. Zhao Wangchuan's face looked remarkably like that person's, even though he was tanned dark.

At this moment, Wei Yu was overwhelmed with excitement. After all, the person he had been searching for for so many years might be right before his eyes. What could be more exhilarating than this? However, when he thought about Li Xiaonuan and Chu Lin's appearances, he began to feel uncertain again.

What if they are two people who look alike?

Suppressing his excitement, Wei Yu pondered how to adjust his search strategy. "Right," he thought, "I asked Qingyuan to investigate that person who went to sea last time. I wonder if she found anything." Thinking of this, Wei Yu felt a renewed sense of anticipation.

The horse-drawn carriage entered the city, passing by a slow-moving oxcart. Inside the oxcart, Li Xiaonuan held Xiaojun, softly telling him stories. Soothed by the gentle voice, Wei Yu instantly regained his usual composure.

Xiao Si let out a soft "Eh?" and said, "Young master, that was Miss Li and her family just now."

Upon hearing the sound, Wei Yu immediately opened the carriage curtain and peeked out. Sure enough, on the passing oxcarts, he saw Li Xiaonuan with her head down, smiling slightly as she spoke to a child of about five years old.

Looking at Li Xiaonuan's gentle smile, Wei Yu suddenly realized that he had never truly understood her. In his memory, Li Xiaonuan was always self-assured and never subservient. She always treated everyone and everything equally, without fear.

Wei Yu was surprised to find that he had never imagined that Li Xiaonuan had such a gentle and vulnerable side.

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