Chapter 825

Lady Ying was not wrong; although the He family moved away, He Chunhua still ordered people to take good care of this place, sweeping and sacrificing twice a year. However, there was only Lu Xiaoyun's name on the tablet, no name of the person who erected the tablet, and no other information.

He Lingchuan sighed lightly and offered the fresh flowers and fruits he had brought with him.

What kind of feelings did He Chunhua have for Lu Xiaoyun? Lu Xiaoyun had passed away for so many years, yet when he was in Heishuicheng, he still insisted on sweeping the grave every year, regardless of Lady Ying's opposition.

But he was willing to take the son Lu Xiaoyun gave her life to give birth to and use him to offer to the gods.

He was lost in thought when someone suddenly called from behind:

"Master He?"

He Lingchuan looked back and saw an old man standing under a tree three zhang away, his temples white, but his skin dark and his person lean, still leaning on a hoe.

The old man looked at him carefully for two eyes: "Oh, recognized the wrong person, not Master He, it's Eldest Young Master He."

"You recognize me?" He Lingchuan walked over, "Old man, are you the gravekeeper?"

"Ah, yes." The old man said slowly, "Eldest Young Master He has roamed Heishuicheng, only we recognize you, how could you recognize an old man like me?"

He Lingchuan touched his nose. Heishuicheng used to be He Chunhua's territory; the original body was of course domineering here, indeed the Eldest Young Master that everyone knew.

"May I ask, old man, how much do you know about the late Lu Xiaoyun?" He Lingchuan asked him, "Besides Master He coming to sweep her grave every year."

The old man looked at him, then at the tombstone, and gave a hum, as if thinking.

He Lingchuan secretly sighed that this old man was only seemingly honest, and then took out half a piece of broken silver from his bosom and shook it in front of the other party: "Please think carefully."

In an instant, the old man had thought it through: "Lu Xiaoyun and her uncle moved to Heishuicheng to live more than twenty years ago, when this place was still under the jurisdiction of the Andong people. That group of people under the Andong people, heh, are not good things."

"Her uncle opened a grain shop here, but the business was not done well; renting a warehouse either flooded or suffered a rat disaster, and grain was damaged all the time." The old man tried hard to recall, "I remember that after a few years, her uncle died of illness."

He Lingchuan interrupted: "It is said that she is a Does Bailie person?"

"Yes, I heard her say it herself; her hometown is very far to the east. She and her uncle took a boat to the seaport and trekked here."

He Lingchuan's expression moved slightly: "Didn't say why they came from afar?"

"Didn't say, only said that the hometown was not good and they couldn't stay there." The old man added, "I worked as a handyman in her uncle's grain shop for more than ten years, and he would brag after drinking, saying that the Does Bailie Nation was the descendant of immortals."

"Immortals?" He Lingchuan became interested, "How do you say?"

"Seems like there were immortal families in that place originally, eh, was it immortal family..."

"Immortal Sect?"

"Yes, yes! Immortal Sect." The old man nodded repeatedly, "Later the immortals were gone, so they built a country, but in the end they couldn't keep that place and had to migrate out."

A country built by descendants of immortals? He Lingchuan's heart moved: "Migrated where?"

"Seems very far, past Beijia and then east." The old man said, "He mentioned the place name and said it was accessible in all directions and especially wealthy, but I don't remember."

"Once he was drunk, he also said that Lu Xiaoyun was the only successor to their direct lineage."

He Lingchuan's heart moved: "Was it the daughter of the clan leader, or the daughter of the country's ruler?"

"Ah, how would I know?" The old man scratched his nose, "He sometimes spoke incoherently."

He Lingchuan asked a few more questions, and seeing that he couldn't say more clues, he handed the broken silver to him and turned to leave White Pagoda Temple.

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Another day passed, and He Chunhua arrived.

Compared to He Lingchuan's light carriage and few followers, He Chunhua brought nearly a hundred cavalry from the south this time, with rumbling hoofbeats in the wild, sounding very imposing.

He Lingchuan was startled when he saw him: "Old Man, you've lost so much weight?"

He Chunhua had only been quelling the rebellion in the south for more than a month, and he had lost a whole circle, his skin dark, but the light in his eyes was even stronger.

Military life was the most tempering, and He Chunhua had also racked his brains for these few great battles; at this time, his momentum was released, and he looked different from before.

"It's alright, it's alright!" He Chunhua smiled when he saw his eldest son, "The Rongshan Sect, have you properly settled them and entertained them well?"

The He family no longer had any property in Heishuicheng, so he had to stay in the relay station or an inn when he came.

"Inevitably. Everything has been arranged." He Lingchuan also smiled brightly, "The Red Cliff Road has been inspected on the spot, and the tax revenue of the past few years has also been audited. Heh, I remember that some of the entries seemed to have been done by Second Brother."

He Yue had helped his father with work very early on, and He Chunhua was also used to entrusting important tasks to him.

He Chunhua nodded repeatedly, looking very gratified: "Good, very good."

He Lingchuan immediately added: "I'll be going back in two days."

"Good..." He Chunhua paused, "What?"

The eldest son was leaving?

"Based on the evaluation results, the Rongshan Sect will be very satisfied with this collateral of Red Cliff Road. Assistant Hu Qin has also set off first and returned to Rongshan. With this matter over, I'm just waiting to meet with Father, and then I'll return to Rongshan. Eight million taels, I signed it off before I left the Yuan capital, and now even Red Cliff has been inspected and accepted." He Lingchuan said deliberately, "Father, actually you didn't need to run all the way here, I've already handled it."

He Chunhua was stunned: "Did the Prefect of Qiansong also let you audit the accounts?"

"Of course I audited them." He Lingchuan smiled, "I issued an official letter and reported my family name, and they cooperated very well."

The current local official naturally knew the reputation of the He family and wouldn't make things difficult for Eldest Young Master He—not to mention that He Lingchuan was on official business this time, holding the authorization of the Yuan King, and those big red seals were quite scary.

He Chunhua secretly slandered a few words, his face calm: "We'll talk about the matter in two days in two days; the Prefect is hosting a feast at Hongyan Tower tonight and has invited us all. It's been a long time since I came, let's see if the chef's skills at Hongyan Tower have declined."

Everyone had no objections.

He Lingchuan smiled secretly; as soon as he proposed to leave, He Chunhua was indeed anxious.

Now, it was He Chunhua's turn to find a way to make him stay.

That night at the restaurant, the host and guests were all happy.

The Prefect surnamed Hu who took over Qiansong County from He Chunhua had a square face and big ears, and was extremely enthusiastic toward the He father and son.

Being an official in this frontier was like being exiled; how much merit did he need to leave this barren land and move up? If he could get on the line of Master He, it would be very convenient from now on.

He asked about the southern war at the right time, which happened to scratch He Chunhua's proud spot. No matter how deep his city was, once the wine strength came up, he still described the few great victories from beginning to end, his words full of pride.

This great victory was his stepping stone.

He Lingchuan listened from the side and also felt that his old man had fought these few battles very hard.

(End of chapter)