The news of Qian Yi's return to Qingshui Village spread quickly, and because he was dressed in wealth and finery, it soon became known throughout the village.
Wearing silk garments, it was clear he had grown wealthy, so the next day, people came visiting to find out the truth.
Qian Erniang had never experienced such a scene before, the door bustling with visitors, giving her quite a face; she happily went to greet them, but Qian Yi beside her frowned and said, "Mother, it's enough to mind our own business, no need to be overly polite with others!"
Qian Yi, having made great advancements in studies over the past two years, had greatly improved his cultural knowledge, speaking in an almost scholarly manner, hands clasped behind his back with a look of disdain, displaying a certain demeanor of an official.
The villagers nearby couldn't help but question in their hearts, did Qian Yi really get lucky and become an official?
But looking at him, it didn't seem like it?
