Lou Qianyu gazed into the distance and noticed a man dressed like a farmer. Twisting his body, he looked toward Shan Yi, "Bring him here."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After Shan Yi left, Feng Xuxu had finished her examination. Straightening up, she dusted off her hands and had just wiped them on her handkerchief when the man was brought over by Shan Yi.
Feng Xuxu sized him up and asked softly, "You're from this village."
"Yes, yes, yes, I am the village chief here. My name is Zhao Dabao."
Feng Xuxu saw him nodding and bowing, his face stiff as he echoed her previous words, his hands tightly clasped. She frowned slightly, "Does your village's ground have this kind of white powder everywhere?"