She picked up the young prime minister while fleeing famine

"Uncle, please understand. It really wasn't me. It was my junior sister who said that for such an important event as a banquet in the village, we should invite Master to oversee the event."

"After all, you are the world-renowned miracle doctor with miraculous healing skills. The villagers are all hoping to meet you." Mu Rongyi's scalp tightened, and he immediately tried to argue.

He would never admit that he wanted to join in the fun, and since his uncle wasn't going, he probably wouldn't let him go either.

"Really?" Murong Fu was a little suspicious when he saw that the boy blurted it out without even thinking.

Is this really my little apprentice's idea?

"Really? If not, I'll call my junior sister back so you can ask her again?" Mu Rongyi quickly said.

"You better tell the truth, huh." Murong Fu released the man, dusted off his sleeves, and went into the prescription.

It wasn't that he didn't want to interact with the villagers; it was just that he remembered the village that had spared his life years ago...

After Banxia took Lianchengmo back, she got busy. The village aunties and sisters-in-law were naturally busy preparing the feast.

The Wu family, who had recently joined Yaoli Village, were also busy with various tasks, and because of their good cooking skills, they were even assigned to cook two dishes.

However, Qi Sanshui was once the village chief, and as the daughter-in-law of the village chief, Wu had seen many such situations and was adept at handling them.

Between the two rows of houses in Yaoli Village is a wide road, and a row of tables has been set up on it, with children chasing and playing nearby.

Some of the men helped with tasks like cutting meat and preparing vegetables, while the women washed dishes and bustled around the makeshift stove.

Some people who had nothing to do, like Yao Lizheng and Li Langzhong, would chat with others and wander around the village.

From one end of the village to the other, and then back again, you never get tired of the sights.

This place is so much better than when they were in the northern Xinjiang. Not to mention that the houses are better and more impressive than those there, the wind and sand in the northern Xinjiang are nowhere near as comfortable as the climate in this valley.

As Yao Lizheng spoke and looked around, his eyes filled with tears.

The Yao family has been exploited to this day and almost wiped out. However, when he thought of his elderly parents who remained in the northern frontier and the other elderly people in the village, Yao Lizheng still teared up.

Parents, do you see? Your son has brought a better life to the village.

Yao Lizheng could only imagine that the elderly people who remained in the village must have perished, which made him even more distressed.

If we had taken the elderly with us, we probably wouldn't have made it this far. But it still hurts everyone to abandon them.

Perhaps they were thinking the same thing, because Doctor Li and the others also fell silent. They wished the old folks could come and live such a life.

Unfortunately, they also knew that was impossible.

Just as the group of middle-aged men were feeling sentimental, the village gong rang out, and Yao Daniu banged it while shouting.

"Dinner's ready! Everyone, please take your seats!"

“Let’s go over there and show our ancestors that we’re all doing well.” Yao Lizheng wiped away his tears and rallied his spirits.

Because they had escaped death and were rebuilding the village, everyone was taking today very seriously.

Although it was called a housewarming party, it was actually also a kind of ancestor worship ceremony.

As Yao Daniu was banging the gong, Banxia's feast was also ready. Since their family lived at the end of the village, the feast was placed at the very back.

Just then, Murong Fu and Mu Rongyi arrived, but this time Murong Fu surprisingly didn't use the Snowflake Dance technique to arrive.

He also knew what the reconstruction and rebirth of the village meant to Yao Li Village, so he carried the congratulatory gift and walked respectfully from one end of the village to the other.

Because the village head's family lived at the end of the village, all kinds of ceremonies were held at the end of the village.

After presenting the gift, Murong Fu quietly sat down at the long table of his little apprentice's family, inexplicably ending up at the head table.

Banxia initially felt this was somewhat inappropriate, but Yao Lizheng felt it was only right for the young master to sit at the head table, since without Lian Chengmo's scheming, they wouldn't have the peaceful life they enjoy today.

Furthermore, with the legendary healer who brought them in also present, they should definitely sit at the head table.

So, Banxia shamelessly led her younger siblings to sit down.

As soon as Mu Rongyi sat down, she was attracted by a table full of delicious dishes. Not only were the dishes delicious, but Banxia also brought out a fruit jam drink for everyone to drink. The taste was different from the one in the village.

It was a new type of melon that Banxia cultivated while Lianchengmo was away from home. She lied and said she found it at the foot of the mountain. This one is sweeter, but there is less of it. Banxia usually doesn't use it.

Murong Fu drank a cup as soon as he sat down. He licked his lips, thinking that his trip hadn't been in vain.

He knew immediately that this was a kind of jam that his little apprentice had given him before, but unfortunately there was only a small amount, and he had already finished it.

Murong Fu glanced at the jar of jam; it was small, so there really wasn't much left. That's why he wasn't too angry; at least that brat Lian Chengmo hadn't lied to him.

However, seeing that all the children at the table were of a sweet-loving age, Murong Fu didn't try to take the candy from them. He figured it would be fine if they had a few drinks to satisfy their cravings.

Once everyone was seated, Yao Lizheng began a series of elaborate and solemn ceremonies.

They even took out the only pot of wine that Yao Lizheng had bought before to worship their ancestors, which were the ancestral tablets they had taken with them when they fled from the northern border.

Yao Li Village originally had an ancestral hall, but the journey was difficult, and they couldn't take so many memorial tablets with them. So they only took the memorial tablets of the heads of the Yao and Li families and their first wives when they were exiled.

As for the rest, we have the family genealogy anyway, so we can just re-engrav it when we build the ancestral hall.

However, the only literate old man in the village is no longer here, and even Yao Lizheng doesn't quite recognize some of the characters. He plans to trouble the young master again.

Banxia stood up with everyone to worship the ancestors of the Yao and Li families. Watching Yao Lizheng chant, recite, and perform rituals in round after round, she could only sigh that the ancients really appreciated the Chinese clan etiquette.

In her time, people wouldn't recognize their grandfathers or any ancestors before them, and they wouldn't even know which ancestor they were worshipping.

After all that fuss, it was finally time to eat. Banxia immediately put a big chicken leg into her master's bowl.

"Master, please try it. This is my first time making hand-shredded chicken. See if it suits your taste?" Banxia said with a smile.

After saying that, he separated the shredded chicken and divided the meat into bowls for his younger siblings.

She cooked a lot of food today, more than she had for her own housewarming party the other day; the long table made by putting two large square tables together was completely full.

Originally, Yao Lizheng and his group should have sat at this table as well, but because they respected Murong Fu, they declined and sat at the next table.

It doesn't matter, there are so many people here today. Banxia plans to share some of the leftovers with the children in the village, so she's not worried about not being able to finish them.

Murong Fu had already stared at that chicken for a while; he had never seen a whole chicken cooked in a stew before.

But after just one bite, I couldn't stop eating. This shredded chicken is so delicious! It's just that the wild chicken used is a bit too small.

"Master, senior brother, there are other dishes here, you should all try them." Banxia was very happy to see that the hand-shredded chicken was gone in a flash, and then invited everyone to eat other dishes.