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However, such a condition would surely be somewhat inappropriate for the loyal duke family, and would more or less bring about a loss of face. As the wife of the house of the Marquis, she couldn't just think about herself sometimes. Therefore, her previous statement to the public was that she was the only son of a rich peasant family, and the lord was very satisfied with this. Even if she found out that something was amiss in the future, she could still say that it was the matchmaker's fault.

This had been a flawless plan, and logically, nothing could be destroyed, but she hadn't expected that the one who had destroyed the plan was herself.

Since she was young, she had always been pampered. Even when she married someone, she was still a wealthy family of princes. Usually, her fingers wouldn't be touched by the spring water, so other than suffering, there was nothing else that could make her suffer.

With this thought in mind, the Rong family was somewhat unwilling. Not only did they suffer from this trip, but they also gained nothing. The gains were not worth it. Rongshi, who was secretly angered, had no desire to continue walking. She looked around and saw the unique and vast countryside. Although it was not beautiful, it was truly novel.

Suddenly, a bearded farmer who was farming came into view.

The man was directly in front of the carriage, so that Rong could see him clearly.

He was wearing a brown shirt with short brown edges. He was a bit impatient, and because of the long time he had scrubbed it, his skin had turned white. Occasionally, there would be patches spread across his body. The lower part of his body was made of the same black cloth, and the muddy legs of his pants were rolled up high. The rest of his calves were wrapped in mud.

At first glance, his dirty appearance caused Rong to cover his nose with his reflective sleeve. His eyes were filled with undisguised disdain.

As for his facial features, due to the lowered brim of his hat and the beard on his face, he couldn't even see his skin. On the other hand, he had a tall and big figure that could intimidate people.

The skin between the neck and forearm was not as loose as that of an older man, but a young man.

In fact, the coach was unable to move forward and was again in such a gloomy place. The July sun was blazing, and her hair was dizzy and her eyes were black. She was already anxious. Anger welled up within her at this moment. Looking at the man who had a terrible description before her, she made up her mind.

The guard and coachman stood aside, waiting for her order to move on. Instead of giving the order they had expected, she turned around and prepared to get out of the car.

The coachman was a shrewd individual. He'd worked at the manor all these years, so his ability to read words and observe expressions was unparalleled. He immediately noticed the Rong family's intentions, and hurriedly squatted down to make a escalator for them.

When the Rong family saw this, they didn't have any expression. They only glanced at the carriage driver squatting down, and then naturally stepped on him as they slowly alighted. Their movements were smooth and it was obvious that they were used to doing so.

She got out of the car and walked in the direction of the farmer. In front of others, the Rong family never hesitated to show their magnanimity and kindness, even in front of the people they hated the most. Therefore, if there was anyone else standing in front of her, she would first pay her respects.

Unfortunately, there was only a ragged farmer in front of her, and her anger had yet to dissipate.

As such, the usually comely Madame Marquis Zhongyong did not bow at this moment. She only walked forward and asked directly from afar, "Little brother, are you married?"

Hearing such a distance was definite, but the farmer didn't seem to hear his question. He continued to carefully examine the seedlings and occasionally fiddled with them, as if they weren't seedlings but delicate flowers and plants.

When the Rong family saw this, they thought that the person might not have heard them, so they repeated their previous question, but they still ignored it.

Not long after, a lot of sweat appeared on Rong's forehead as she stood under the blazing sun. How could a person who lived in the wild be able to withstand the heat?

She felt hot and anxious. Just as she was about to speak again, she suddenly saw the coachman standing next to the carriage. She was in no hurry to inquire further. Instead, she waved at the coachman, gesturing for him to come over.

The coachman was always paying attention to the movements of the Rong family. When he saw her waving her hand, he hurriedly ran over to her and flattered her, "Madam, do you have any orders?"

"Mm, go ask the man if he's married. Make it louder." Rong family ordered.

The coachman smiled obsequiously as he replied. He then walked to the field and asked in a loud voice, "Little Brother, my wife is asking if you're married?"

The man worked as if no one was around him.

After repeating the same question again, the wagon driver's face sank as he pointed at the man, "Hey!" My wife is asking you a question. Are you deaf? "

As soon as he finished speaking, the man seemed to have finally heard their question. He slowly put down the work he was doing and looked in that direction with an indifferent expression. His beard was all over the place and there was nothing to show on his face.

Just when the Rong family thought that this person wouldn't say anything like he did before, that person opened his mouth and said, "No."

His voice was low, but it didn't have the coarse sound a normal farmer should have. Instead, it was a magnetic voice that didn't match his appearance. This voice revealed his true age.

The Rong family heard this and realized that he was answering the previous question. He didn't think of anything else and continued to ask, "What is your surname, little brother?"

"Night, Night Flute."

"Hmm, how old is Little Brother Ye?" As he spoke, he pointed to the place where the houses were located, "Who else is in this house?"

The man looked towards the direction where her finger was pointing. There was a momentary pause, as if he was somewhat suspicious of her. He paused for a moment before saying, "Twenty to two, alone."

The answer was crisp and direct, making the Rong family somewhat unaccustomed to it. Thinking back to what he had just heard, his heart blossomed with joy.

An extremely poor bachelor.

Without a father and mother, it would be strange if the family would be rich.

It was truly like stepping on broken iron shoes without any effort to find them. Yun Qiu, sometimes it's really your fate. Actually, you could have married an ordinary poor family this time. Now, your life might be even worse than that poor family's.

After making up his mind, Rongshi's tone became much better, "I wonder if Little Brother Ye is willing to find a wife?"

The man stared at him for a moment, then went slowly back to work in the fields.

It wasn't easy for the Rong family to find a better choice than the three generations of poor peasants' families, so they obviously didn't want to give up. Seeing the man in such a state, they quickly raised their voices and said, "Brother Ye, this man should get married, and the woman should get married. I see that you're not young anymore, you should have already taken a wife. My daughter is twenty-nine years old and is just thinking of choosing a husband, does Little Brother Ye have any intentions? " Pausing for a moment, she saw that the man still had no reaction, so she deliberately cleared her throat and raised her voice again, "Do not use the betrothal gift?"