Qin Yong followed the crowd, lowered his head, and only dared to observe carefully with his peripheral vision, not daring to make any unnecessary movements.
When the person in front stopped, he stopped quickly. When the person in front started to salute, he quickly followed suit.
"Meet the young master."
"We all share the same ancestry and come from the same origin, so there is no need to be polite." Qin Xu gently raised his hand and said gently.
Qin Xu walked up to a trembling old man at the front of the crowd, held his hand, and said loudly and excitedly: "Grandpa Liang, do you still remember me? When you were working in front of my grandfather, you hugged me.
And me."
The old man tried his best to open his eyes wide, and after looking carefully for a long time, he recognized Qin Xu. He gestured excitedly with his hands, opened his mouth that was dry due to the loss of his teeth, and said in a vague voice: "It turns out to be Xiao Xu.
Young Master, I remember that you were only this old when I returned to the village to retire, but I didn’t expect that you would have grown so big in a blink of an eye.”
"Yes, yes." Seeing Grandpa Liang, Qin Xu couldn't help but think of his grandfather who passed away ten years ago, and sighed for a moment.
Grandpa Liang recalled some things that happened to him back then. Seeing that Grandpa Liang was tired, Qin Xu stopped talking and walked to another middle-aged man in his forties who had a broken arm and held it tightly.
His remaining left arm said: "Uncle Ding, long time no see. How have you been in these years?"
Uncle Ding's eyes were red, and he held Qin Xu's hand tightly with excitement, shook it vigorously, and said with a choked voice: "Okay, I'm living a good life. I'm thinking of you, sir."
Qin Xu and Dingbo talked about some of the daily life of Lord Hou, then let go of his hand, walked to Qin Yong, patted Qin Yong on the shoulder with a smile, and said with a smile: "Qin Yong, do you still remember me?"
Qin Yong didn't expect Qin Xu to come to him, so he quickly bowed his head respectfully and replied cautiously: "Remember, I was lucky enough to train with Mr. Xu for half a year."
Qin Xu patted Qin Yong's shoulder and said with regret: "It's a pity that you have such a weak bone..."
If Qin Yong had not given all the resources to Qin Yi back then, maybe...
Then, Qin Xu said with a pleased expression: "However, your brother Qin Yi has lived up to your expectations. He has now become the commander of the Guards and is deeply trusted by his father."
Speaking of Qin Yi, Qin Yong couldn't help but show a proud smile on his face, but he still lowered his head and said gratefully: "Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your cultivation."
Qin Xu nodded without saying anything more. He took back his right hand that was placed on Qin Yong's shoulder, then returned to the plaque of "Tranquility Zhiyuan", and then said to everyone: "I will rest in Jingyuan Villa for a few years.
In a few years, it will cause trouble to everyone."
Everyone said it was no trouble and that it was their honor for Qin Xu to come here to rest. Then they wisely said goodbye and left on the grounds that they would not disturb Qin Xu's rest.
When Qin Yong returned home with excitement, he saw Big Tou running up to him quickly with short legs. He held his head high, with a serious face, and asked in a sweet voice: "Dad, sit down.
Who was in that carriage just now?"
Qin Yong knew that Mr. Xu was going to live in the village for a few years, so he simply stopped hiding it, picked up the big head, and called over the bolts and pillars that were playing with mud in the corner of the yard.
Qin Yong held the big head in his arms, walked into the master bedroom, put the big head next to him, then sat down, held Shuan Zi and Zhu Zhu in front of him, and said solemnly: "The person sitting in the carriage is the young master of the Changping Marquis.
"
Speaking of 'gongzi', Qin Yong couldn't help but show off: "Do you know who can be called a prince? Only outstanding children of the duke's family who have the right to inherit are qualified to be called a prince."
"Changping monkey? Male monkey?" Zhu Zhu scratched his head: "What kind of monkey is this Changping monkey? Is the male monkey very remarkable?"
Shuanzi also stood aside with a look of approval and nodded in agreement.
Qin Yongyong put down his big head, picked up a pillar and spanked his butt: "You can't be disrespectful to the Marquis of Changping, do you hear me?"
Zhu Zhu had never seen such a father before. He burst into tears on the spot: "I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..."
Shuanzi was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and shrank into a corner, fearing that his furious father would think of him and not daring to make any move.
Qin Yi realized the seriousness of the problem and frowned deeply.
Changpinghou?
He should be the noble of this world.
Do all the nobles in this world have such a terrifying aura that can instantly capture the soul?
Also, what is the relationship between the Marquis of Changping and their Qinjia Village?
Why did the son with the right of inheritance from the Changping Hou family come to a remote place like their village?
What impact will the arrival of this young master have on Qinjia Village?
Zhenniang, who was weaving, heard the noise and turned around to see Qin Yong beating the child so hard. She quickly got up and stepped forward, tightly holding Qin Yong's raised right hand and said: "If you have something to say, please speak it."
What does the child do?”
Qin Yong then put down the pillar and said to Zhenniang in a very solemn tone: "Young master will rest here for a few years. If we don't let them have a longer memory, no one can save them if they collide with you.
"
Then Qin Yong asked Zhu Zhu with a serious face: "Do you remember it?"
"Remember." Zhu Zhu replied with a choked voice while covering his buttocks.
"Shuanzi, where are you?" Qin Yong turned around and looked at Shuanzi who was huddled in the corner with a serious look on his face.
"Remember, Dad." Shuanzi was excited, quickly raised his head, straightened his body, and replied forcefully.
Qin Yong then turned around, squatted down, and looked at Qin Yi: "Da Tou, where are you?"
"Remember, Dad."
"Well, that's good. Bolts, pillars, and big heads, you must remember that when you see the young master in the future, you will be a hundred times more respectful than when you meet your father. Do you understand?" Qin Yong warned again uneasily.
"I know, Dad." The three of them quickly replied with serious expressions.
When Qin Yi saw that Qin Yong had regained his composure, he cautiously stepped forward and asked, "Dad, why did the young master from Changping Marquis come to us?"
Qin Yong hesitated for a moment, and finally answered: "I originally wanted to wait until you were eight or nine years old before I told you about this matter. I didn't expect that the young master suddenly came and let you contact the Houfu in advance. So let's do it in advance."
Let me tell you, lest you know nothing and offend the young master."
Then, Qin Yong took a deep breath and said in a solemn tone: "All the descendants of the Qin family in our Qin family village are of the same clan as the Marquis of Changping and belong to the lineage of the Qin family in Weishui."
Qin Yong then said in a heavy tone: "The sky is unpredictable, and people are prone to misfortune and fortune. Three hundred years ago, the world collapsed, disputes broke out, clans suffered, and people were separated. Our ancestors lived here, took root, and multiplied.