Parking Lot

In the backyard of the escort agency.

The cook in charge of meals was originally worried about losing her job when she saw the boss bring back two women a few days ago.

But she didn't expect that these two women would either stay in their room all day without making a sound, or go out and wander around until dark before returning home, let alone take over her work at the stove.

Thus, following Jiang Youfu's brief stay and departure last time, the escort agency's cook felt relieved for the second time.

Her rice bowl was saved once again.

Just as Qin Jianghe was making detailed plans for the expansion of the escort agency, a young girl was sitting in a luxuriously decorated carriage entering the territory of Xiushui Village.

Sitting opposite this young girl was a woman dressed in shabby clothes.

At this moment, the woman sat up straight in the carriage, her hands and feet somewhat awkwardly constrained, seemingly afraid of dirtying the exquisitely furnished interior of the carriage.

The woman looked at the young girl opposite her; this was clearly the daughter she had carried for ten months and given birth to.

She never expected that this daughter, who had left home less than a year ago, was now completely different from the image in her memory.

This woman was exactly Madam Liu, the wife of the eldest son of the Niu family, and the daughter opposite her was exactly Niu Xiaoxue.

Looking at Niu Xiaoxue, who was sitting comfortably and at ease in the carriage, Madam Liu only felt that she was a complete stranger.

"Xue, can this immortal sect in Xiushui Village really accept people? I heard that many noble people cried and begged to join this immortal sect, but they didn't agree."

Hearing her mother's question, Niu Xiaoxue felt somewhat displeased. She frowned slightly and said in a rather impatient tone:

"Mother, can you stop talking about this? How can I be the same as those mortals? Who am I? I am a twelve-year-old Qi Refining cultivator with a mutated single spiritual root. When I went to the Shangyang Sect, I was carefully taken care of by those immortal seniors in my cultivation. What do those mortals have to compare with me? Just because they can cry?

I was destined to cultivate immortality from birth. What are those mortals? Look, now that I have returned, those so-called noble people even specially arranged a carriage for me to use, and specially assigned a driver. What is it for? Isn't it just to curry favor with me."

Madam Liu was not convinced by her words, and her heart was still uneasy.

After all, she felt that this child was born by her, and she herself was just an ordinary person, so how could she give birth to an immortal.

However, unlike her, Niu Dafu, who was sitting outside the carriage, was originally chatting and laughing with the driver with some flattery. But when he heard Niu Xiaoxue's voice coming from inside the carriage, he coughed lightly twice to stop the conversation. He gradually put away the expression on his face and stopped looking at the driver, but looked straight ahead, as if the driver he had been chatting happily with a second ago was thin air.

Previously, he had thought that this driver was the driver of a wealthy family and he should build a good relationship with him. Now, after hearing his daughter's words, he realized that he was the father of an immortal, her biological father!

How could he deal with a low-class person like a driver?

Thinking of this, Niu Dafu even shifted his buttocks to the side.

Although the distance he moved was basically equal to not moving, the attitude he wanted to express was very obvious.

The driver on the side naturally heard Niu Xiaoxue's words as well.

Originally, seeing that the father of this little immortal was willing to chat with him, the driver was quite happy, pulling the reins while searching his stomach for pleasant topics to chat about.

But the little immortal sitting in the carriage actually said such things...

Seeing the demeanor of the little immortal's father again, the driver suddenly felt a little silly.

He was not indignant, but he shut his mouth somewhat awkwardly and continued to focus on driving the carriage.

Immortal or not, he just needed to do his job well.

After walking for a short while, they saw Xiushui Village.

The carriage was stopped before it reached the village entrance.

Looking at the villagers who stopped them in front, Niu Xiaoxue's father, Niu Dafu, asked gruffly with his nostrils pointing to the sky:

"What are you doing! What's the matter?"

The villager who stopped them pointed to a recently cleared flat land not far away and said:

"Carriages cannot enter the village. That over there is the carriage parking area. You just need to go over there and park the carriage."

Because the interior of Xiushui Village was actually not very spacious, and the village roads were not very wide, plus more and more people were coming here nowadays, many of whom came riding horses or driving carriages.

So when Lin Xiao discussed the details with the village chief previously, he mentioned the arrangements regarding these.

Many new facilities were recently being added inside and near the village.

This parking lot was one of them.

In fact, it was just turning a wasteland full of rocks, sand, and stones near the village entrance into a large flat area.

Of course, the Lingxian Sect took care of cutting the stones, but the remaining trivial matters were handled by the villagers.

The parking lot was a name proposed by Lin Xiao. All non-local carriages, ox carts, donkey carts, mule carts, as well as ridden oxen, horses, donkeys, and mules, would have to be parked in this newly organized parking lot in the future.

Now, with the increase in pedestrian traffic, horses and people were neighing all day long in Xiushui Village. The villagers were also very happy to see the parking lot plan succeed.

Now, this parking lot was taken turns being guarded by the registered households in the village for a period of ten days. If it was not guarded properly, the qualification of this household would be canceled.

The registered households cherished this job very much.

Because the village chief said that all the various manure collected in the parking lot every day in the future would belong to the household managing it that day.

This livestock manure was a good thing.

With more of this fertilizer, a lot more fields could be fertilized.

Moreover, most of these foreign livestock were raised in wealthy families, and wealthy families were willing to spend on feeding livestock, so they definitely used good feed.

However, Niu Dafu didn't know that this was a rule recently set by Xiushui Village. There were no such things when he came over to discuss marriage before.

So he still pointed his nostrils to the sky and said:

"Do you know who is sitting in the carriage? It's..."

"Father! We are getting off."

Niu Dafu wanted to continue, but unexpectedly he was stopped by his daughter, so he had to shut his mouth resentfully.

Niu Xiaoxue didn't care about her father's mood. She lifted the carriage curtain and jumped out of the carriage. She looked around Xiushui Village, didn't say another word, and lifted her legs to walk forward.

"Hey! Daughter, wait for me!"

Madam Liu lifted the carriage curtain. Before she could find a safe posture to get off the carriage, she saw her husband chasing after their daughter and running into the village.

In the end, it was the driver who found a footstool for her to step on to get off the carriage.

Madam Liu thanked the driver and also hurried to follow her husband's figure in front.

The driver watched the departing family from behind, shook his head and sighed. Then, under the guidance of the villagers, he drove the carriage into the parking lot. After receiving a wooden number plate, he found a shade under a tree to take a nap and wait for the family of three.

He examined the number plate in his hand. It looked like a wooden plate, but he always felt it was somewhat different. It was cool in his hand and quite heavy, not at all like a small wooden plate.