Older An turned around, watching An Que's running figure, silently praying in his heart that his father would catch a ride on Princess Yiyun's horse carriage to the county government.
Perhaps the officials in the county government, for Princess Yiyun's sake, would immediately have the land deed processed.
Otherwise, the villagers here would have to suffer unknown hardships for many more years. In recent years, the families who have hung hopes on An Que for the land have suffered quite a bit.
The grain they paid wasn't even worth renting land from the house of the rich family to cultivate.
"Truly shameless, squeezing us all these years isn't enough? Still want to come back to continue squeezing us? If people like that really become high-ranking officials, how will the common folks live?"
He shook his head and sighed, driving his ox cart back to his own home.
