Emperor and Empress Dowager's southward journey, I truly didn't consider your safety. But now that things have come to this, why don't you... emulate Ehuang and Ying from the Jiao family Regardless o...Before them stood a small grave, and on the tombstone was inscribed, “Franc Robert.”

The stone tablet faces the distant sea and leans against a small hill, making it a good place to rest.

The uncle and his nephews kowtowed three times, carefully guarding the fire basin. They burned a lot of paper. The mischievous sea breeze always tried to extinguish the fire, but the uncle and his nephews blocked it firmly.

Not far away stood a small foreman and a caravan of over a hundred people. Some had their eyes squinted by the sea breeze, and one stepped forward to ask the foreman in a low voice, "Foreman Chen, should we urge them to depart It's time!"

Manager Chen waved his hand. Although he was young, he was able to stand out among so many people under the master's command. Naturally, he had his own unique qualities.

"Just like right now, he replied softly, 'It's not a long time, just wait a little longer. Think about how meticulous Mr. Li usually is in his dealings. He wouldn't have failed to consider that we're waiting here. He should be here any minute now.' "

As if on cue, Li Zhensheng stood up with his two nephews after he finished speaking. They bowed again before shaking the dust off their clothes and rushing towards them.

"Thanks, Mr. Chen and everyone. Let's get going and head back to Kyoto as soon as possible. I hope everyone stays safe. The journey will be tough on all of you, but when we arrive safely, I'll throw a banquet to thank you all!" Li Zhensheng bowed, smiling broadly as he performed a gesture of respect towards the group.

Everyone hurried to make way and said with a smile, “Mr. Li, you’re too kind. We are just following orders.”

Chen the manager quickly said, "Let's go. If everything goes smoothly, in a month's time we'll be home."

Everyone agreed and started to move. Those who rode horses mounted them, those who drove carriages hurried off in theirs.

The entire convoy, thirty carriages, were all the most cargo-laden flatbed trucks, surrounded by planks and securely fastened with ropes.

This kind of advantage is that it's not easy to loosen and fall off during transportation.

But the downside is that if the wheel gets stuck in a rut, or the cart breaks down and needs repairs, it takes more effort to unload.

But with Yu Gi this powerhouse driving, there's no need to worry about that.

Which carriage got stuck in the sand pit, and the horses hadn't even had time to pull with all their might, he ran over a few steps, raised his hands, and the wheels came out easily.

The entire convoy watched in astonishment, their surprise quickly turning into delight.

They were all private soldiers of the Hou Mansion. Some were guards who made mistakes in the dark guard and were left alive by the Marquis, some were soldiers who didn't want to continue fighting on the battlefield, and some were retired people from the rivers and lakes.

They were scattered throughout the land, awaiting the lord's commands, gathering information or running small errands.

I received word and rushed here, thinking it was a big deal. It turned out to be escorting these three Li family members—uncle and nephews—and some belongings back to Kyoto.

This isn't anything difficult, just eat some simple food along the way.

As for the details of the Li family, most people knew them. They were the most valued family by the Marquis. It was said that a daughter of the Li family saved the Marquis's life, and the little girl was also adopted as his goddaughter.

They originally thought the Li family was just lucky, that the Marquis was repaying their kindness. Now it seems, the Li family may indeed have something special about them...

Li Zhensheng sat on the carriage pole, unaware of how much everyone was thinking. He was going over the entire process again and again in his mind.

On that day, the three of them—uncle and nephews—met up with the royal merchant caravan in the city and set off south along the road.

Everyone in the caravan knew that the three of them had entered through Lord Xin Ting's connection, and along the way, no one bullied them.

As for the caravan manager, I had met him several times before and was familiar with him. I took extra care of them.

Upon arriving in Quanzhou, the merchant caravan began to purchase goods. The three of them, uncle and nephew, went about exploring and looking for novelties.

Then, by chance, he "saved" a foreign old monk who was about to die from illness.

The three of them, uncle and nephew, took care of the old monk's diet and medicine, and also chatted with him in their leisure time, learning a few foreign words.

Unlike the monks of Tianwu, these old monks could eat meat and even drink alcohol. Though they didn't speak the same language, through gestures and pantomime, they could still understand each other to a certain extent.

Through him, the three of them – uncle and nephews – learned about a wider world, what people in those places liked, and their customs and traditions.

When the royal caravan was about to depart, the old monk's condition worsened. For his sake, they decided to stay behind.

The people in the merchant caravan couldn't persuade him, so they left first.

Then they contacted Mr. Chen with the tokens and saw the seeds that had been delivered early.

And then Manager Chen organized reliable manpower and arranged for vehicles, forming a convoy.

Those who bring seeds from Kyoto and those who take them back are not the same group, they do not know each other.

Thus, they could successfully place the origin of this batch of seeds on the head of the foreign old monk.

Even, the group who brought back the seeds, also witnessed with their own eyes the ship, rumored to have carried an old monk, that was said to be a shipwreck.

And he firmly believed that these things the convoy pulled were gifts given by foreign old monks to Li Zhensheng in gratitude for his rescue.

Although, in the end, the old monk did not survive, these things were rightfully owed to the Li family.

This way, even if someone were to bribe these people in the future, they would never know that these seeds originated from Kyoto. They would only think they came from Quanzhou after a trip there and then back to Kyoto.

Throughout the entire process, the connection was smooth, meticulous and clear. Li Zhensheng asked himself if he had overlooked anything.

The only person he felt a sliver of guilt towards was the foreign old monk.

I don't know how Master Chen found the old monk and persuaded him.

Let the old monk, even at the end of his life, still be willing to accompany him in acting and chatting happily, treating him as a true friend.

If it were possible, he would even be willing to risk exposure to take the old monk home.

It's a pity that the old monk is getting older, his body is truly in its final stages.

At this very moment, Old Mrs. Li was also standing on the stone pile with her granddaughter, gazing in the direction of the official road.

"I wonder where your uncles have gone We're about to take off our padded jackets here, I wonder if they're getting sunburned over there!"

A mother's worry knows no bounds, especially when her children are away. The old woman has been fretting over her eldest son for days, and now she worries about her youngest too. Occasionally, she even thinks about her grandchildren, wishing she could turn her single gut into dozens of twists to reach them all.

Jiayin didn't want to be like grandma, looking around everywhere trying to change the subject. So she pointed down a path and happily shouted, "Teacher Auntie, Teacher Auntie!"

Li Laotai turned her head and saw that Madam Cui was indeed supporting Qiongcazi towards them.

She hurried down from the stone pile and called out, "Jinerou, when did you arrive Why didn't you wait at home How did you come here The road is not easy to walk!"

Mrs. Cui laughed and said, "It's been ages since I last visited my aunt and Fu Niang. Taking advantage of this period when there's no spring planting in the village, I'll come stay for a few days."

She spoke as she hugged Jiayin, kissing her, and then asked, "Auntie, this place is quite remote. How come you built a pigsty here"

This place is an open space behind Mount Dong, not far from the small river outside the village.

The village head and others were delighted to hear that many more white pigs were to be sent.

But with the addition of a few more pigpens to Li's family courtyard, there was no more space left for planting vegetables.。Guo Qingxu was afraid that her uncle would be even more heartbroken, so she urged them to say goodbye. 。Mr. Guo once again thanked everyone before leaving with his grandson. 。Perhaps thanking Jia Yin...