Chapter 787 - Not Taking a Single Thing from the People

Nevertheless, there were some who couldn't wait, such as Zhu Cuiying.

Her son, Qiao Dazhu, was about to get married in a few days, so it was the perfect time to send wedding invitations.

The moment Tong Sanlang finished speaking, she immediately set off.

The phrase 'sending invitations' was a bit misleading though, as rural villagers wouldn't actually buy invitations. Instead, they would simply notify their guests verbally and expect them to arrive on the appointed day.

Anping village was a dozen miles away from the manor, but Zhu Cuiying was not deterred by the distance and walked there.

When she arrived, she looked at the surrounding fertile farmland and the fruit trees planted on the slope, and then appraised the busy construction team which was hard at work building the houses. A look of envy filled her face.