Chapter 1689 Return to Mujia Village (1)

For the whole day, Nangong Yi and Caiwei strolled leisurely in the Mengnu King City, looking around and feeling very comfortable. Although the Mengnu King City is not as prosperous and rich as the capital, the vast sky and land, and the exotic scenery of cattle and sheep everywhere still deeply attracted the two people.

Although this is not the first time Nangong Yi has come to Lingbei, he had military affairs last time and had no time to enjoy the scenery; and Caiwei was always in a hurry every time she came, and she had no time to stroll around the city.

Stealing half a day of leisure, the mood is half Buddha and half immortal. Today, the couple are both idle people, so they can slow down, savor carefully, and slowly appreciate the scenery of Mengnu. They visited the tents where the people live, visited the traditional market of Mengnu, and visited the temple of Karen, which the Mengnu believe in. At noon, they went to a restaurant opened by the Mengnu people on the commercial street and tasted the traditional food of the Mengnu people: hand-pulled meat and mutton offal, and drank mellow and rich milk tea.

With Caiwei's gentle and meticulous company, Nangong Yi's mood became more and more open, and the haze in his heart due to the murder of Queen Mother Mo gradually dissipated. He was more and more grateful for Caiwei's virtue and kindness, and secretly made up his mind to treat her well in this life and never let her down...

Because she wanted to accompany the man alone and let him relax, this time when she came to Lingbei, Caiwei did not go to see Chaoyun, but only accompanied Nangong Yi alone, from morning to night. When it got dark, Caiwei let the man enter the space, and she rode on the white-haired tiger, heading south, galloping towards the direction of Dajin...

The white-haired tiger couldn't run to the capital overnight, so they had to stop for a day on the way. Caiwei decided to go to Mujia Village in Qingyun Town as the next stop.

Although she was a time traveler, she inherited the memory of the original Mu Caiwei and had a very deep feeling and impression of Mujia Village. Mujia Village was the place where she was born and raised, so she always cared about this place in her heart. She wanted to let the children see the place where she was born, and by the way, help the tribesmen here to get rich and live a well-off life.

After running around for most of the night, at five o'clock in the morning, Caiwei arrived at her former residence in Mujia Village as she wished and found her old house.

Her old house was destroyed when she fought with Tianjizi. At that time, all the houses in the village were damaged to varying degrees. She funded the new houses for the villagers. The money was robbed from the Lu family, and it was donated by Nangong Yi.

The villagers were grateful for her kindness. After their own houses were completed, they spontaneously raised funds and rebuilt a three-room brick house for her family on the site of her old house. For two years, her house has been cleaned and tidied by the women in the village in turns. Therefore, when Caiwei rushed home, there was no dust accumulation in the house, nor was it cold and uninhabited. Instead, the house was clean and tidy, with a few pots of green plants on the windowsill.

Returning to her old home, Caiwei felt a little emotional. When she first arrived here, the feeling of extreme hunger and the relatives who looked like starving corpses left a deep impression on her, and it was hard to forget.

After entering the house, she took a quick look at her new home. This home was completely different from the old one. The old home was a low thatched house, shabby inside, without a decent piece of furniture; while the current home was a brick house with a green hall and tile house, with all kinds of furniture and utensils. Although they were not high-end items, they were already very good in the countryside.

Moreover, there was a piece of glass installed on the window of the house, which only wealthy families could afford. Although there was only one piece installed and the rest of the place was covered with window paper, this piece alone was worth ten taels of silver, which showed how grateful the villagers were to her.