Chapter 331: They’ve All Come to Luo City!
As soon as Wu Er spoke, a chorus of agreement erupted from the other men.
Even Zhang Xiaoliang couldn’t help but start comparing Ye Lu and Chi Jinchen—who was truly more suitable for Yu Luo?
“You know, Young Master Chi does seem pretty impressive. I haven’t interacted with him, but I saw him from afar—his noble aura, his unmistakable elegance, and his striking appearance…
He’s truly an extraordinary man. But… what’s his real identity? Someone like him—why would he come to Luo City? He just feels… out of place here.”
“Nobody knows. If you’re curious, why don’t you go ask around? While you’re at it, maybe you can observe him for Miss Yu?”
Hearing this, Wu Er whipped his reins and sped off on horseback, leaving Zhang Xiaoliang in the dust.
Zhang Xiaoliang, startled, shook his head frantically and shouted after Wu Er:
“No way! Miss Yu is completely focused on building Luo City. She doesn’t seem interested in anyone. Not Young Master Chi, not even Young Master Ye. Did you forget?
Miss Yu and Brother Tao Ming once rescued a man—a man with stunning beauty, a face so exquisite it was hard to tell if he was male or female. And yet—Miss Yu felt nothing for him! So let’s just stop worrying about it!”
As Zhang Xiaoliang caught up, he reflected on Yu Luo’s personality.
Unlike other women, she never blushed around men, nor did she act shy or reserved.
She was bold, straightforward, and her mannerisms weren’t like those of an unmarried young lady.
She treated them like brothers—with no distinction between men and women.
Wu Er and the others finally realized—maybe Zhang Xiaoliang was right.
Yu Luo really hadn’t awakened to romance yet.
“Miss Yu is already at the right age—she should start thinking about marriage. Spending all her time on Luo City’s construction isn’t a good thing. We, as her loyal subordinates, should probably speak to the Lord about it.
Luo City is attracting people of all kinds—if we don’t act fast, we might miss the chance to find a good match. In other places, if an eighteen-year-old girl remains unmarried, the local authorities might even step in to arrange a marriage!”
“Hahaha! True! Let’s talk to the Lord soon—maybe we’ll get to celebrate Miss Yu’s wedding in no time! And with a son-in-law to help, Miss Yu won’t have to work so hard managing Luo City!”
With laughter and excitement, the convoy continued toward the Dong Feng border.
*
Meanwhile, in Luo City…
With the bank opening, the streets were lively and bustling.
By midday, Yu Yongcai and his family had arrived in Luo City.
As they stepped off the coal transport wagons, carrying their few tattered belongings, their faces filled with shock.
The once desolate town was now thriving.
People hurried about, preparing storefronts for grand openings.
The city gate plaza was packed with long lines of job seekers.
Children ran through the streets, chased by scolding parents.
The air was filled with the sounds of laughter, shouting, and commerce.
After half a year living in Stone Mountain, the sight of such a vibrant city left them all stunned.
Some were so overcome with emotion that their eyes welled with tears.
“So many people…So many! I feel like I’ve returned to Lan Yue Dynasty…No, wait—this place is even livelier than our old county town! Husband, is this really the city Xiao Luo and her family built?”
With tears in her eyes, Wang Ying carried a heavy bundle over her shoulder, another large sack in one arm, and a basket in the other.
Her clothes were tattered—old garments scavenged from bandits they had once fought.
Even though they now had money and access to supplies, she couldn’t bear to throw away usable clothing.
Wasting silver on new items felt unnecessary.
The sudden liveliness, the warmth of a bustling town, overwhelmed her.
Tears spilled from her eyes, but her hands were too full to wipe them away.
Beside her, her eleven-year-old son, Yu Xiaofeng, struggled under the weight of a massive bundle.
The load was so heavy that his small frame nearly buckled under the weight.
But still—he held on.
His tiny hand grasped another—a frail, six-year-old girl named Yu Xiaoqing.
Her skin was pale, her hair dry and yellowed—clear signs of malnutrition.
Her big eyes darted around, taking in the crowded streets with nervous curiosity.
Feeling overwhelmed, she clung tightly to her brother’s arm.
“Yes, my wife—this is Luo City. Xiao Luo’s uncle built this city for her family. Look—it’s even named after her!”
Yu Yongcai turned to his relatives, who were also carrying bundles, and shouted:
“Come on! The store is ready, and the furniture has been set up! From today on—we’re making Luo City our home!”
Nearby, Yu Qiang and Su Suhua, an elderly couple, stood teary-eyed.
None of them had ever imagined that their exile would lead to a new beginning—a life where they could be shopkeepers instead of wandering fugitives.
Yu Qiao’er, her skin darkened from years of outdoor labor, struggled under a massive woven basket.
She was thin and wiry, but her strong features bore a striking resemblance to the Yu family bloodline.
She had no time to rest, simply tightening the straps of her basket and marching forward, determined to catch up with her older brother, Yu Yongcai.
Yu Shanhai, leading his family, stepped into Luo City with awe.
Even Liu Lan, who was usually bitter and critical, found herself choking up—realizing that their suffering had finally ended.
Huang Xiaoju, carrying a baby less than a year old, walked beside them.
The child, barely seven or eight months old, was wide-eyed with curiosity but also terrified by the crowds and noise.
She buried her face in her mother’s arms, trembling.
But Huang Xiaoju, despite her tears, smiled.
A strong arm wrapped around her shoulder, and she turned to meet Yu Chunmu’s warm gaze.
“Wife…Our child won’t have to grow up in the mud fields anymore. From now on, you can focus on raising her, while we run our business together.”
“Ha! Dream on! With so many people in Luo City, business is going to be booming. You think she has time to sit at home? Tie the brat to the counter and let her watch from there! Don’t forget—your father still owes 100 taels of silver!”
Their sweet moment was abruptly shattered by Liu Lan’s sharp, cutting voice.
The smile vanished from Huang Xiaoju’s face.
Clutching her child tighter, she hurried forward—determined to escape the negativity and start a new life in Luo City.
