The Princess of Northern Land

"We are relatives of the Lin Family, here for a visit." A burly man looked at Wu Erli and the others impatiently, yet with a hint of satisfaction. "We’re all from Shili Village and we haven’t seen you guys before. What sort of relatives are you supposed to be?" Most of the villagers who came to see what was going on at the Ma family’s place were young people. Since they didn’t recognize these self-proclaimed relatives of the Lin Family, one young man deliberately stepped up to provoke.

"We live far away, it’s not easy for us to visit." Among the visitors, a slightly flirtatious woman stepped forward as she swayed her waist.

"Does He Fuxing live here?" asked an old woman with triangular eyes abruptly.

"We don’t have a person by that name in our village." Wu Erli replied impatiently.

"Impossible." As soon as his words fell, a robust black-skinned woman stood up and retorted displeased, "How can He Fuxing not be in your village? Just yesterday in the city, I heard someone claiming that his whole family lives in Shili Village."

"Don’t believe it if you want, if you’re really capable, why don’t you try and find this person to show me." Wu Erli’s tone got even more intense. Nowadays, Shili Village is not what it used to be. When the surrounding villagers hear that they’re people from Shili Village, everyone treats them courteously. Even the visiting merchants, once they’re on Shili’s territory, all act polite. Who the hell these foolish ’black folks’ think they are, daring to be impolite to him?

"The person you’re looking for really isn’t in our village." Lou Zheng also explained seriously, "I’m the village chief here, how could I not know who’s in my village?"