In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 463 Aftertaste

"Why can't I eat it!"

Father Fang seemed to understand what the two families were thinking and said, "As you know, my Yong-ge is doing well now. In the past, even if you wanted to eat this duck, I wouldn't have been willing to bring it out. But now my family doesn't need this one duck, so you can eat as much as you want."

"Uh……"

Zhu Luo and Xu Jie were speechless.

Then, Mr. Fang pressed on, saying, "Also, we'll be moving to Chenjia Village soon, so this meal can be considered our farewell feast."

"what?!"

Zhu Luo was startled and asked in surprise, "Old Fang, is your family moving to Chenjia Village?"

Xu Jie's family didn't seem too surprised. Aunt Li had already found out about it yesterday and had naturally told Xu Jie as well.

"Not bad!"

Father Fang said with a smile, "Now that Yong-ge'er has settled down in Chenjia Village, he's thinking of bringing us to live there as well."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Luo and his wife showed a hint of envy. What kind of place was Chenjia Village? Local rumors said that everyone in Chenjia Village ate white flour buns for three meals a day, and some even had meat...

For the impoverished people of Taiping County who could only afford two meals a day and sometimes even go hungry, the lives of the villagers in Chenjia Village were like paradise.

Therefore, when they heard that the Fang family was about to move to Chenjia Village, the Zhu and Xu families couldn't help but feel extremely envious.

"It seems we have no choice but to have this meal."

After expressing his envy, Zhu Luo laughed and said, "You, Lao Fang, will be a landlord enjoying a life of luxury from now on. If you don't eat this meal, you'll never have another chance to eat it again."

"Ha ha!"

Hearty laughter filled the room.

About fifteen minutes later, the food was ready, and everyone went to the kitchen and took their seats.

Looking at the meat laid out on the table, the three children, including Fang Hao, had their eyes light up and were swallowing hard.

To be fair, the duck meat made by Fang's mother didn't look very appealing due to the lack of seasonings. But for the Xu family, who might not eat meat all year round, having meat at all was good enough. They didn't care about how it looked.

"Children, please eat!"

Noticing the children's behavior, Mr. Fang smiled, picked up a piece of duck meat first, and then gestured for everyone to start eating.

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped being polite and started picking up duck meat from their plates.

Fang Hao picked up a piece of duck butt and took a bite. The rich oil burst in his mouth, and the strong aroma made Fang Hao, who rarely ate oily food, feel that it was incredibly delicious.

Xu Jie's daughter and Zhu Luo's son each picked up a piece of duck meat and put it in their mouths. The duck meat was rich in oil, and even when it was stewed in plain water, the aroma was extremely strong. The two children couldn't help but squint their eyes and savor the aroma of the oil.

The adults weren't idle either; they all began to savor this rare treat of meat.

It must be said that the white-feathered duck is big enough that even if nine people share it, each person can get quite a lot.

Soon, the duck meat on the plate was completely devoured by everyone. Fang Hao, his mouth greasy with oil, patted his belly and said, "This duck is really delicious! I heard that the villagers of Chenjia Village can eat this duck every day. It's like living the life of gods."

Upon hearing this, the adults nodded repeatedly. Eating such meat every day, wouldn't that be like living the life of a god?

"Old Fang."

Xu Jie turned to look at Fang's father, and said with some melancholy, "After you move to Chenjia Village, it will be difficult for us to meet again."

A hint of melancholy flashed across Fang's father's face, but it disappeared in an instant: "It's alright! Chenjia Village isn't far away. If you want to see me, you can go to Chenjia Village anytime."

"Too."

Xu Jie and Zhu Luo nodded and continued chatting with Fang's father about everyday matters.

The children sat next to the adults, savoring the taste of the duck.

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time flies.

In the blink of an eye, several more days have passed.

On this day, outside the south gate of Taiping County, an extremely luxurious carriage, clearly belonging to an important person, slowly approached.

"Stop."

The two city guards glanced at the carriage, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to stop it.

The city guards of Ding'an County today are all refugees who followed Zhang He into the city. Having personally participated in that battle, their fear of the powerful and wealthy is far less than that of ordinary people. Even knowing that the person in the carriage is of noble status, they still adhere to their duties.

"Xu."

Seeing the coachman who had been blocked in the road stop his carriage, he said with displeasure, "This is the carriage of the Chief Secretary of the Prince of Qing's Mansion. Get out of the way at once!"

"The Chief Secretary of the Prince of Qing's Palace?"

Many pedestrians passing through the city gate looked at each other in bewilderment. As people from Qingzhou, they naturally knew of the existence of the Qingwang Mansion. Although they did not know what the Chief Secretary of the Mansion was, the five people from the Qingwang Mansion alone were enough to make them fearful.

"They're from the Prince Qing's mansion?"

Why would people from the Prince of Qing's Mansion come to our Taiping County?

Why would such an important person come to our remote county?

"..."

The pedestrians were shocked and somewhat puzzled.

Taiping County is just a remote small town in Qingzhou. Why would people from the Qingwang Mansion, which is located in the prosperous city of Qingzhou, come to Taiping County?

"No matter who you are, you must undergo inspection!"

The two city guards exchanged a glance but insisted on continuing the inspection.

The world is becoming increasingly chaotic. Whether in Taiping County or other cities, the checks on people entering and leaving the city are very strict, because no one knows whether there are spies of thieves among these people.

"How brave!"

The coachman roared and raised his whip to strike the two city guards. Several warriors from the Qingwang Mansion, riding tall horses behind the carriage, also looked furious.

These lowly Taiping County garrison soldiers dared to block the Prince Qing's convoy; they were simply courting death!

"Choke!"

The two city guards, seeing the coachman raise his whip, showed no fear and drew their swords to confront the coachman!

"Good good!"

Seeing this, the coachman was furious but laughed. Although he was a coachman, he was no ordinary coachman. As the personal coachman of the chief secretary of the Prince's Palace, he had some influence even in Qingzhou Prefecture. Unexpectedly, he was treated like this by two crude soldiers in this remote town.

"Stop it."

Just then, a sound came from inside the carriage.

Upon hearing the voice, the coachman immediately suppressed his anger and turned to the person inside the carriage, saying, "Chief Secretary, the city guards do not allow us to enter the city."

"I see."

The curtain of the carriage opened, and Huang Ting, the chief secretary of the Prince of Qing's mansion, dressed as a scholar, stepped out of the carriage.

Originally scheduled to travel to Taiping County in March, he was unable to make the trip until May due to his busy schedule and liaison work with the north.