I really became a king.

Perhaps it was because the attire and temperament of Jiang Yi and his group were out of place with the simplicity of the tea stall, the owner of the tea stall did not take the initiative to step forward to greet them, but stood outside the tea stall awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

"Shopkeeper, please bring a pot of tea."

Jiang Yi didn't care. He greeted her and took his daughter Jiang Youning's hand into the tea stall, where he found a random seat and sat down.

"Sir, it's snowing hard outside. Could you please make room for us inside?" The stall owner approached and asked cautiously only after Jiang Yi and his group had sat down.

"It's okay, just sit outside." Jiang Yi smiled.

After a while, a middle-aged woman carefully brought a pot of tea and tea sets. It was obvious that the tea sets had just been cleaned.

The other party wanted to pour it, but Yangjiaoer reached out and took it.

Jiang Yi took a look around and saw that they were all farmers. Most of them were probably going to the nearby market because almost all of them were carrying a basket under their feet.

Because of their arrival, the originally lively tea stall became quiet. Jiang Yi was a little uncomfortable, so he took the initiative to speak to the person next to him:

"Father, have you prepared enough food for the winter?"

The father-in-law didn't expect Jiang Yi to talk to him, and he felt a little reserved. He wanted to light the pipe in his hand, but then he was afraid of suffocating the lady beside him, so he put it down awkwardly.

"It's okay, just let my father-in-law smoke it." Jiang Yi said with a smile.

The old man smiled stiffly, put his pipe on his waist, and replied: "It's enough. There is plenty of food at home, enough to last for two winters."

"It looks like this year will be a good one." If ordinary people could have surplus food, it would be considered a prosperous era in any dynasty.

"Hehe, yes, it's a good year." The father-in-law grinned, and you can tell that he is happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, Your Excellency, you may not know that if it had happened a year or two ago, a lot of people would have starved to death by now."

"That's right. My old man was still complaining yesterday that there hasn't been such a good year for several generations."

Seeing Jiang Yi's friendly attitude, the entire tea stall seemed to open up and everyone started talking at once, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

“Alas, it’s all thanks to the Prince Yi’s Mansion in Western Xinjiang that the secular sects have restrained themselves. Otherwise, how could we have had a good life?” The father-in-law sighed.

"Yeah, but I don't know how many years this good year can last..."

"It would be great if the secluded sects could remain closed forever."

Jiang Yixin understood. This place was only about a hundred miles away from Piaomiao Pavilion, one of the two holy places of the Shiwai Sect. According to the agreement reached between the secular world and the outside world, the area within a hundred miles of the mountain gate would be the private land of the Shiwai Sect.

"Did the secular sects exploit us severely in the past?" Mi Qingqing asked curiously.

The entire tea stall suddenly became quiet again, as if it didn't know how to answer this question that didn't need an answer at all.

Finally, it was the old man who took over the conversation: "Alas, in previous years, we had to hand in 80% of the grain we grew, and the surplus was not enough to eat. In addition, some disciples from the secluded sects would come out to abuse their power, and many people would die every year..."

"What about now? The secluded sects no longer exploit you?" Yang Jiaoer asked while swallowing snacks in big gulps.

The old man chuckled and said, "Now, they don't dare to go down the mountain anymore. Didn't our Prince Yi issue a ban on the mountain for them? They won't go down the mountain anymore."

"Yes, on weekdays, if there is anything missing, we send mortal servants down the mountain to purchase it. After purchasing, we return to the mountain immediately. We never dare to act tyrannically again."

"Well, that's them..."

A man raised his head in one direction, where there was a caravan traveling in the wind and snow, accompanied by dozens of ox carts, each of which was fully loaded with goods.

"Are they the mortal servants who came to Piao Miao Pavilion to purchase supplies?" Jiang Yi watched with interest. After a while, the convoy approached the tea stall.

"Manager Zhang, let's go to the tea stall in front and take a rest." A young man in the team said to the middle-aged man in the lead.

The middle-aged man called Manager Zhang nodded, and stopped after walking a few steps because the tea stall was full.

The young man also understood what was going on. He turned around and looked at the people in the tea stall. The flattering smile he had shown to Manager Zhang was gone, and his face became murderous.

But before he could say anything, he was stopped by the middle-aged man: "This is an emergency, don't cause trouble, go get... go buy some hot tea, let's warm ourselves up and continue on our way."

The young man was somewhat unwilling: "Manager Zhang, this place was originally the territory of our Piao Miao Pavilion. These lowly people..."

"Shut up!" the middle-aged man shouted. Territory? But this has never been made public, and the secular dynasty has never acknowledged it. Before the rise of Prince Yi's Mansion, it was nothing, but now...

The middle-aged man led the convoy forward without any stopping. When passing by the tea stall, he glanced at Jiang Yi and his group intentionally or unintentionally.

However, there was still a burst of somewhat lewd laughter in the team, and it was very loud, accompanied by some ugly obscene words.

"Be bold!"

Hearing that someone dared to speak foul language to his mistress, Yang Jiaoer took action. With a "clang" sound, the huge sword box behind him opened, and a stream of light shot out, shuttled through the team and returned to the sword box.

"This……"

Everything happened so suddenly that the middle-aged man was unable to stop it. He looked back at the seven or eight subordinates who died under the flying sword, his face changing from gloomy to bright.

But seeing the murderous intent emanating from Yang Jiao'er and the four maids Chun, Xia, Qiu and Dong, he didn't dare to say anything and just had someone clean up the bodies.

Then he bowed to Jiang Yi to express his apology and led the team forward.

The whole team was no longer as noisy as before, and they didn't even dare to look at the tea stall. They all lowered their heads and walked hurriedly.

At this time, the entire tea stall became extremely quiet, and many people even hurriedly paid their bills and left, including the old man at the next table.

Jiang Yi smiled and stood up: "Let's pay the bill and go. It's time to get down to business."

Only after Jiang Yi's carriage had gone quite far away did the sound reappear in the tea stall.

"The direction they are heading seems to be... the gate of Piao Miao Pavilion?"

"That's right, that road can only lead to Piao Miao Pavilion."

"Then...are they from Piao Miao Pavilion?" someone asked uncertainly.

"That shouldn't be the case..." said the tea stall owner uncertainly. After all, he had never seen the immortals from the secluded sects be so friendly.

"It shouldn't be, but it's possible that someone from another secular sect came to visit Piao Miao Pavilion."

"This……"

Many people, including the stall owner, panicked. They all regretted their outspokenness and were afraid that it would bring disaster.

"Look, what is that?"

Suddenly a voice sounded, and everyone looked up, only to see a stream of black light flying out of the carriage, breaking through the air and heading towards the Piao Miao Pavilion's sect. (End of this chapter)