"Running errands and delivering letters."
Wu Xian discreetly observed the furnishings in the courtyard.
At first glance, everything looked plain; on closer inspection, every inch was worth its weight in gold.
From outside to inside, from the rafters to the tea table, every stone and piece of wood was precious. Nothing had been deliberately carved or polished, and the place still retained an unadorned, natural simplicity. Wu Xian cursed the old bastard silently. He sure knew how to enjoy himself. Where had he gotten all that silver?
Could that little change in his expression really escape Wei Lou?
"Even if I am an elder who helped build the Eternal Life Cult into what it is, I still have a little nest egg. And even if I didn't, would Shen Youli really make things difficult for me?" Wei Lou had a clear understanding of the damage he and his great-nephew could wreak—and of their value. Even though he was still a prisoner undergoing reform, Shen Tang had to beg him to behave and not stir up trouble everywhere. Would she really let him suffer hardship?
"Your retirement life does seem rather pleasant."
"You should ask your lord about that."
Local officials came by to visit and pay their respects on every seasonal festival.
They were always the prefect or the county magistrate, and every visit was warm and attentive. They brought rice, flour, cooking oil, cloth, and silver, cleaned his house, and prepared a table full of fine food and drink before they left. Honestly, weren't they even more dutiful and considerate than one's own children?
At first, Wei Lou looked down on their flattery.
But he couldn't keep up with the misunderstandings among the neighbors.
The common folk assumed these officials were the descendants of Wei Lou and his great-nephew.