Chapter 407: A Little Poem

Xie Chan was clearly startled by Feng Sanniang's enthusiasm.

Xiao Tao was also watching from the side, wanting to say something, but by this time Xie Chan had already been snatched away by this Second Rank Noble Lady.

"Madam, this..."

Xie Chan was in full military attire and about to salute, but was quickly held up by Feng Sanniang, who smiled and said, "No, no, no, Chan'er, our family doesn't have such rigid rules, right Dahao?"

Liu Dahao stood behind them, his face covered in black lines.

He was likely thinking to himself that his wife really didn't give him any face at all.

The other civil and military officials also held back their laughter one by one.

The Prefectural Governor of Liangzhou's fear of his wife was famous throughout all of Liangzhou.

"That's right, that's right, hurry, hurry, hurry, this journey must have been exhausting, let's go back to the manor to rest first!"

Seeing Feng Sanniang's winking and gesturing, Liu Dahao knew what was going on and hurried over.

Like this.

This Prefectural Governor and his wife enthusiastically surrounded Xie Chan.

Afterwards, they insisted on helping her onto the Prefectural Governor's horse carriage and sped away.

"Ah?"

"This?"

Ling Chen was still standing there, blinking in frustration.

So you came out to welcome Xie Chan?

And it has absolutely nothing to do with me?

Even if it didn't have anything to do with me, shouldn't you at least go through the motions on the surface? This is great, you didn't even give me the slightest bit of formality!

"Lord Ling, do not take offense, do not take offense..."

"Lord Ling, please, this way!"

Fortunately, those civil and military officials were still there and surged forward enthusiastically.

Ling Chen was caught between laughter and tears; he could only cup his hands in a salute and follow them into the city.

"Chan'er, now that you're back in Liangzhou, you're back in our home, so please don't be a stranger with me!"

Along the way, Feng Sanniang was full of such enthusiasm.

Liu Dahao was also chuckling on the side.

The reason for the two of them acting this way was actually very simple. A few days ago, they received a letter from Liu Zheng, and for the first time ever, Liu Zheng had singled out the matter of Xie Chan to talk about, taking up two whole paragraphs!

Two paragraphs!

In the eyes of Liu Dahao and his wife, this woman's position in their son's heart was definitely extraordinary!

You must know that although Liu Zheng had female confidantes now, such as Zheng Yueru who managed the Yinzhou Chamber of Commerce in Liangzhou, or the world-renowned master zither player Shen Manqing, Liu Zheng almost never mentioned them. Only for this Xie Chan did he write in his letter, "Although her country is broken and her family lost, Xie is pure of character and well-versed in propriety," and "My son has plans in place; if Xie Chan says anything inappropriate, I hope Father and Mother will forgive her..."

Good heavens!

These two, who were thinking about holding their grandchildren soon, didn't care about what plans he had. They only knew that their son had feelings for this Xie Chan!

Damn!

The more the two of them looked at Xie Chan, the more they liked her.

This scared Xie Chan quite a bit.

The horse carriage finally arrived at the Liu residence.

Feng Sanniang continued to pull Xie Chan along affectionately, strolling through the manor.

"Look, here, when Zheng was little, he loved to play on the swing here!"

"Mm, when he was little, he had a bit of a girlish personality."

"And here, see this? After he turned eight, his personality started to get wild. He raided over a dozen bird nests in these trees, and whenever I yelled at him, he'd end up bruised and battered, hee hee hee..."

"Eh? Chan'er, why aren't you laughing?"

The corner of Xie Chan's mouth twitched slightly, and she forced a laugh.

This period of time was probably the most leisurely days Liu Zheng had experienced since transmigrating into this world.

The Torch Festival was still half a month away.

Meigu was only three days away from Qiongdou.

Aside from the necessary daily brainwashing of Xiao Heitan—making him believe that he was the one destined by heaven, because the highest realm of deception is to successfully deceive even yourself, right?

Soon.

Aluba was gradually maturing into a qualified charlatan and was no longer stage-frightened.

In the following days, Liu Zheng began to travel and sightsee in the Liangshan region with Qin Zhangfeng and Pei Yanran. This Meigu, located on the west side of the mountains, had a very well-developed forestry industry. Liangshan itself was a branch of Daxueshan; it did not lack water, and its geography and environment were excellent.

Basins, plains, hills—it had everything.

But in Liu Zheng's mind, the two words "poppy" kept circling.

Yes.

The most suitable thing to plant in the Liangshan region was actually tobacco...

"Ah ah ah ah ah, Zhangfeng, come quickly, it's so beautiful!"

Pei Yanran was also very happy these past few days.

Today, the three of them came to the Leibo Mahu and the Jinsha River canyon. The uncanny workmanship of nature was truly breathtaking. This Leibo Mahu was covered with vast amounts of primeval forest, towering ancient trees, tangled vines, and lichen and moss everywhere, filled with a primitive and rustic atmosphere.

Occasionally, one could see groups of Yi men and women washing clothes and frolicking by the lake.

There were also people rowing boats and singing folk songs to each other.

Beautiful.

In Liu Zheng's memory, during the Three Kingdoms period, the Southern Barbarian Yi chieftain Meng Huo was captured and released seven times by Zhuge Liang right here; to commemorate this event, later generations built Hailong Temple on the largest island in the lake, Menghuo Island, with Menghuo Hall as the main hall of the temple. Because of their geography, the Yi people in the Leibo and Meigu regions had more contact with the Han people, so their folk customs were more open and they were civilized by Zhongyuan culture earlier; many of them could even speak fluent Chinese.

Very beautiful.

The scenery is beautiful, and the people are even more so.

But Liu Zheng did not, because of this, abandon the idea of opening his own poppy cultivation base in the Liangshan region.

Given the current obsession of the Liangshan People with Earth Smoke, he believed that blocking is not as effective as guiding.

On one hand, planting tobacco would open up sources of income, and the lives of the people in the Liangshan region would get better and better.

On the other hand, banning tobacco.

This would require an iron-fisted approach; fortunately, with Huobu Quli and the Alu Clan, Liu Zheng did not have to worry about this at all.

At this time, the sun gradually sank into the west, and twilight slowly shrouded the surface of the lake. White cranes in the sky, ducks and geese in the water, returning flat-bottomed boats, young men and women in pairs, and old farmers leading plow oxen.

Thus.

It formed a very peaceful and beautiful picture scroll.

"Night herons urge in the fields, at dusk I lead the cow home. The sky hangs over the treetops, the setting sun exhausts its remaining glow."

Liu Zheng stood on high ground and could not help but recite casually.

"Good!"

Pei Yanran praised him.

Qin Zhangfeng, standing to the side, became a bit displeased upon hearing this; he struck a pose, wanting to come up with a poem himself, but after coughing a few times, he couldn't think of a single word. Pei Yanran watched and laughed, almost leaning against Qin Zhangfeng.

"Fool!"

She rolled her eyes at Qin Zhangfeng, feeling very sweet in her heart.

In fact, over these past few days, she had long since figured it out... although the performance of the Prefect Liu was stunning, she felt that such a person of great talent and bold vision was not necessarily suitable for a talented woman like her. By comparison, she still preferred the simple and honest type like Qin Zhangfeng. Only Qin Zhangfeng at this moment made her feel a sense of security.

"Time to go back."

Liu Zheng did not want to be a third wheel, so he laughed out loud.

Just at this moment, a soldier responsible for watching the horses ran over: "Young Master. There is a letter from Liangzhou."