The noble who just entered the village last night actually wants to cut down the locust tree at the Fan Family ancestral home. While everyone was very surprised, they were also very curious as to why these noble people would do such a thing.
Some busybodies even ran to the tattered house at the village end to tell the only descendant of the Fan Family that someone was moving his ancestral home's things.
At the village end, in front of a dilapidated house, a young man wearing patched clothes, about seventeen or eighteen years old, was sitting on a low bamboo chair, holding a chipped bowl, slurping white porridge.
"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu." In the distance, a young man of the same age ran over.
"Xiao Feng? What's wrong?" Xiao Yu raised his head in surprise. Ever since he moved here, no one in the village liked to talk to him. Why was someone coming to find him today? He was filled with doubt.
Xiao Feng ran over and pulled him up to leave.
"What's going on? Where are we going?"
