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Village Chief Zhang Wuliang was filled with pride. Although Yang Yichen was not a native of Ten Li Pu, he was now one, and the official congratulatory notice had arrived here.
At that moment, he felt even happier than the Yang Family; this was a piece of good news that hadn't come in many years.
"Quickly prepare things for me! We need to go congratulate Young Master Yang and his wife!"
Zhang Wuliang stomped his feet, urging the woman to hurry up.
Liu felt flustered, causing things to fall from her hands. She hurriedly squatted down, trying to pick them up in a panic. Zhang Wuliang quickly approached, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, I'm just so happy that I slipped!"
Zhang Wuliang was speechless.
After a flurry of chaos, the couple finally managed to leave! It wasn't easy; they dropped this and that along the way, and it was truly exhausting.
At the Yang Family, after the official notice had left, several people had already come to offer their congratulations. Village Chief Zhang Wuliang did not arrive too early.
"Congratulations, Young Master Yang! You have brought glory to Ten Li Pu!"
"Yes, yes! In my lifetime, I can meet a Scholar and exchange a few words; I'm content!"
A few older men with graying beards praised sincerely.
However, aside from the ancestors from many years ago, there wasn't a single Scholar in Ten Li Pu now.
This time, Yang Yichen had truly brought honor to everyone. Therefore, upon hearing the news, they hurriedly prepared gifts and came to visit.
"You two elders are too kind. It should be me visiting you!"
The two elderly men stretched out their bony hands, veins bulging as they trembled slightly: "Young Master Yang, it is only right for us to come personally; you are now a Scholar!"
Yang Yichen thought to himself:
Why do they keep emphasizing this fact? It's really not that big of a deal!
If his thoughts at this moment were heard by the other candidates participating in the Imperial Examination, they would surely spit out a mouthful of blood in disbelief, saying, "You're so smart, everything you say is right, isn't it? We keep our distance from you."
At that moment, the Village Chief and Liu approached, both smiling and carrying heavy gifts.
Zhang Wuliang, aside from being somewhat timid in front of the Wen Family, had practiced for other occasions and managed to regain his calm demeanor.
"Congratulations, Impressive Youth! Keep it up in the future!"
"Thank you, Village Chief!"
In the brief pause of conversation, several more families arrived, including some with whom they did not usually interact. They all came because of Yang Yichen, the newly appointed Scholar.
News spread like wildfire. What did Scholar mean?
It meant a future in officialdom, with boundless prospects!
But to these ordinary villagers, Scholar meant vast tracts of land could be exempt from taxes—heavy grains indeed!
In recent years, the Western Moon Kingdom had not been peaceful; neighboring countries eyed it covetously. Although the turmoil had not reached the mainland, taxes continued to rise, and the common people suffered greatly.
Finally producing a Scholar made them eager to immediately put land under his name. Thus, even those who rarely interacted with him or feared him came knocking at his door.
Yang Yichen looked around; what was once a spacious courtyard suddenly felt cramped and uncomfortable with the buzzing voices of over a dozen people.
He couldn't show his discomfort on his face. Having lived in such an environment, how could he not see through their intentions?
Suddenly feeling a wave of annoyance rise within him, just then, a maid from the Wen Family hurried over and whispered a few words beside him.
The anxiety between Yang Yichen's brows dissipated instantly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "Uncles and brothers, please continue your conversation; I need to check on my mother. She's not feeling well!"
"Go ahead, Young Master Yang!" Such a reason was impossible for anyone to refuse or insist on keeping Yang Yichen there.
"Young Master, Madam has woken up and wants to see you!" The maid had barely finished her sentence when they reached the door of the Wen Family's residence.
Pushing the door open, one could see Wen Family reclining comfortably against the pillow on a large bed adorned with dark floral patterns in shades of white and blue.
“Yichan, you’re here?”
“Mother, how are you?” Even with his usual calm demeanor, Yang Yichen could no longer maintain his composure.
Wen Family’s voice carried a hint of weakness from her illness, but her complexion had improved slightly from the earlier pallor.
“Yichan, I’m fine. Hoo~~~ Hoo! I feel much better now; my body feels a lot more relaxed!”
The pain and oppression that had weighed heavily on her heart day and night stemmed from her inability to protect her son, allowing him to suffer alongside her in his infancy.
Finally, she had waited for the day when her son would regain his health and grow into a capable person!
Wen Family set aside all her psychological burdens; the corners of her eyes and brows, even her hair, radiated new vitality. In an instant, she looked ten years younger!
Outside, a girl dressed in pink adorned with simple plum blossom patterns stood, her matching embroidered shoes on her feet. Two playful braids danced by her ears, and her bright black eyes sparkled. She had a high, slender nose and a cherry-red mouth that looked ripe for picking.
Her large, watery eyes gazed out, deep and tranquil, captivating anyone who looked at her.
When the people in the Yang Family courtyard saw such a vibrant girl, their hearts skipped a beat!
“Who is this???” Most of them wondered.
Until the girl spoke: “Uncles, what’s wrong? Don’t you recognize me?”
Her voice was as clear as that of a Oriole, and when she smiled, two adorable dimples appeared, making her look increasingly familiar!
With a loud slap to his head, Zhang Wuliang exclaimed: “Ah? Qingxi, is that you? Why are you dressed like this? I almost didn’t recognize you!”
It turned out that the visitor was none other than Liu Qingxi, the closest friend of Yang Yichen.
Having earned some money recently, she decided not to deprive herself. She went to town to purchase essential winter supplies and even bought pink fabric to have someone make this outfit. Today, she had come specifically to congratulate the Yang Family.
Unexpectedly, no one recognized her. The casual application of some blush and powder achieved such an effect; it was truly remarkable.
Fortunately, Anan was more familiar with the situation. Most of the attendees were Masters, and even those who weren't were hardworking women who had been around for years. It really wasn't suitable for Liu Qingxi to stay too long!
" Miss Liu, you came to congratulate my young master, didn't you? However, he has gone to the back for something. Why don't you take a stroll in the courtyard?"
This residence was quite spacious. To accommodate Yang Yichen's daily life, a two-section house was built, with neatly arranged side rooms standing proudly.
Therefore, wandering around the courtyard wasn't a bad idea. Liu Qingxi was concerned that Anan might not take care of others properly, especially since most of the attendees were people from the Village who knew each other well!
Meanwhile, inside the room, the Wen Family struggled to get up, trying to rise despite having nothing to do.
Yang Yichen stood silently in front of her, preventing her from wandering about.
The outcome was that in the second courtyard, flowers bloomed vibrantly in the autumn sun; this was their Season.
Among the flowers, the White-Clad Youth and a woman in purple quietly observed something, while the Midnight girl occasionally smiled gently.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone at the door, and the young man hurried over!
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