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However, such a condition would definitely not be suitable for the Loyal Marquis Palace, and would more or less cause them to lose face. As the mistress of the Hou Mansion, sometimes she couldn't just consider herself. 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, Mrs. Rong was somewhat unwilling. Not only had she suffered greatly when she went out this time, she had also gained nothing. Mrs. Rong, who was secretly angry, did not have the mood to continue walking. She looked around, and although it was not beautiful, it was truly novel to look at the unique and vast fields in the village.

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

The man was facing right in front of the carriage, allowing the Mrs. Rong to see his entire figure.

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, she saw that dirty look, causing Mrs. Rong to cover her nose with her reflective sleeve, her eyes 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.

Mrs. Rong's heart was still in turmoil. In fact, being unable to move forward and being in such a gloomy place like this, she had already started to grow restless. With the blazing sun in the middle of the sky in the seventh month, her hair became dizzy and her eyes turned black. 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 driver was a smart person, she had worked in the Hou Mansion for the past few years, so her ability to read words and see expressions was superb. He immediately noticed Mrs. Rong's intentions, and immediately squatted down, and helped Mrs. Rong create a ladder for him.

When Mrs. Rong saw this, her expression did not change at all. She only glanced indifferently at the carriage driver squatting down, and then stepped down slowly, his movements extremely smooth. It was obvious that she was already used to it.

She got out of the car and walked in the direction of the farmer. In front of others, the Mrs. Rong had never held back to show his magnanimity, even if it was in front of the people he 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 a result, the Loyal Marquis Mistress who was usually in a good mood did not greet him, but instead went forward and directly asked from afar, "Little bro, are you married?"

The farmer didn't seem to hear Mrs. Rong's question at all, he continued to carefully examine the seedling. Occasionally, he would play with the seedling, as if it wasn't a seedling but a delicate plant.

Seeing this, Mrs. Rong thought that the person might have not heard him, and repeated his previous question, but she still ignored it.

Not long after Mrs. Rong stood under the blazing sun, her forehead was covered in sweat. The heat in the fields was not something that someone like her, who lived a comfortable life, could endure.

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 carriage driver was always paying attention to the movements of the Mrs. Rong. Seeing her beckoning him, she hurriedly trotted over to the Mrs. Rong and flattered: "Madam, do you have any orders?"

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

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 Mrs. Rong and the rest thought that she would not say anything like before, the person opened her mouth: "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.

Mrs. Rong was startled for a moment when she heard this, and then realized that he was answering the previous question. She did not think of anything else and continued to ask: "What is your surname, little brother?"

"Ye, Yedi."

"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."

This straightforward answer made Mrs. Rong a little unaccustomed to it. Thinking about what she just heard, Mrs. Rong was overjoyed.

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 his decision in his heart, the tone of Mrs. Rong who opened his mouth once again became much better: "I wonder if Little Brother Ye is willing to find a wife?"

Hearing that, the man stared at Mrs. Rong for a long time, then slowly went back to the fields to work.

Mrs. Rong had finally found a better choice than the three generations of poor peasants' families, so she obviously wasn't willing to give up. Seeing the man act like this, she immediately raised her voice and said: "Brother Ye, this man should marry, this woman should marry. 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? " "She paused for a moment. Seeing that the man still had no reaction, she cleared her throat and asked again," "How about a betrothal gift?