"A Xiu, my family has been moved out of Tieguo Hutong and temporarily lives in Banzi Field. Last night, A Guang was injured by a refugee. Fortunately, the Taoist priest of Bainiao Temple was rescued. He was seriously injured and needed a good life to raise him. In desperation, he had to send him to Shantang."

Yan Zhaoshi choked and explained the incident in the past two days in detail. He also said that the person who collected the seal money was also looking for him. He sighed and said, "There is also that Wang Fang, who is actually a liar. He has long been away from the Ye Mansion. I... don't be fooled."

Yan Jingxiu's eyes twitched, and he asked in a deep voice: "Uncle Second, have you ever given Wang Fang money?"

Yan Zhaoshi's face was red and his ears were red, and he stuttered: "There is not much silver, I just gave him a golden Buddha."

"Golden Buddha? What kind of golden Buddha?"

Yan Jingxiu's face was as cold as frost, which scared Yan Zhaoshi and hurriedly said, "I bought it in Jinyu Pavilion, it's not very expensive, it weighs only half a pound."

"You gave the Golden Buddha to Wang Fang, and what else did you give?"

Yan Jingxiu's voice was cold, and Yan Zhaoshi was subconsciously stunned. Is it his illusion? Why does it feel like his nephew is interrogating a prisoner?

Or, Ashu is too young and has insufficient concentration, and suddenly changes, and he becomes confused for a moment.

Yan Zhaoshi quickly convinced himself that this was his nephew who had been a child. He devoted countless efforts to his nephew. No one in this world knows Ashu better than him.

"No more, it's just the expenses for going to the Zhuangyuan Building and Yanzhi Lane." Yan Zhaoshi explained patiently that Asu must have felt sorry for the money spent.

Alas, who would have thought that Wang Fang was a liar at that time? That would have been impossible. In just a few days, the Yan family had almost nothing.

"Ashu, it was the second uncle who was anxious and negligent, which made Wang Fang take advantage of the loophole. I have been to Ye’s mansion today. I think Ye Cifu will soon learn that this is the second uncle’s fault. If I had known this, I would not have gone to Ye’s mansion to bring shame on myself. Alas, I just hope that it will not implicate you. Ye Cifu has always had a good impression of you."

Yan Jingxiu finally felt a little warmth in his eyes. He comforted him: "Don't blame yourself, we are a family, you are bright and clear, and you are free from dust. How could you think of such a treacherous person in the world? Where is Ye Cifu, I'll find a way."

"Is your relationship with Ye Sheng still harmonious?"

Yan Zhaoshi asked with concern that young people are young and energetic, and sometimes they will quarrel over small matters, not to mention that Ye Sheng is a bit pretentious.

Yan Jingxiu seemed to remember it only then. He slapped his head and said, "I forgot, Ye Sheng is still waiting for me in Xiao Shaoxing."

Yan Zhaoshi hurriedly said, "Then you go quickly and don't let someone wait for a long time."

Yan Jingxiu quickly got up, carried the book and walked out. After walking a few steps, he came back with his eyes slightly red: "Second uncle, it's useless to be a nephew, and he can't help him."

Yan Zhaoshi felt warm in his heart, tears also oozed from the corners of his eyes, and true feelings appeared in times of adversity. Now that he is so depressed, with so many people in his family, only Ashu cares about him and understands him.

Thinking of the abuse of his mother, Mrs. Guo, the ridicule of her brothers, and the complaints of her niece, Yan Zhaoshi turned his face away and did not want Yan Jingxiu to see his incompetence. He waved his hand: "Second uncle, don't work hard, just study hard, go quickly."

Yan Jingxiu choked and agreed, then quickly walked out of the noodle shop.

As soon as Yan Jingxiu left, the noodle restaurant owner personally brought two bowls of noodles.

The noodle shop is about to stop, so the guy has quit. Now it’s just the couple inside and out.

Seeing the two bowls of noodles on the table, Yan Zhaoshi was about to say "just one bowl", and his stomach started to scream in dissatisfaction.

He hadn't eaten anything for almost two days and hadn't even drunk a mouthful of hot water.

He picked up one of the bowls and ate them in big mouthfuls. After the hot soup noodles were eaten, Yan Zhaoshi's limbs and bones were all ironed.

At this time, a thin woman came over and served a plate of side dishes in her hand.

When the noodle restaurant owner saw it, he scolded: "You are uncomfortable, why are you still coming out? Just have me here. Come in and lie down."

The woman said, "I said it's okay, I'm not so spoiled. You, don't be so arrogant in front of the guests."

As he said that, he smiled embarrassedly at Yan Zhaoshi: "Don't blame me, we are the ones in charge of this anxious temper. This is our pickled side dish, and we will give it to you to try."

Yan Zhaoshi was about to thank him, but when he heard the noodle shop owner say, "You are just aware of eating, don't listen to those students talking nonsense. My shop is fine, it's really fine."

Yan Zhaoshi didn't know that there was a customer in the shop who had a stomachache before. Although he didn't know what the noodle shop owner meant, he didn't care.

His mood floated out.

It was at this moment that in this deserted noodle restaurant, facing this unpretentious woman, Yan Zhaoshi suddenly remembered Li Qiniang.

At that time, he went to the restaurant where Li Qiniang was dowed for the first time. The restaurant was very large, with two floors, which was equivalent to the size of Li Shiji on four Huichang Streets.

He saw the newlywed Li Qiniang taking off her gorgeous clothes and wearing coarse cloth clothes, and working inside and out with the servants and servants.

What did he say at that time?

After many years, Yan Zhaoshi couldn't remember it anymore. He only remembered that he left later because he saw a classmate who was the most ruling at home. He was worried that he would let his classmate know that the woman who showed up in public was his wife.

So he left in shame.

Later, Li Qiniang opened the restaurant into a big restaurant, and he transformed himself into a juren. He became a regular guest in the restaurant. He often called friends in the restaurant, recited poems and made right, or savored calligraphy and paintings, but he never saw Li Qiniang in the restaurant again.

He didn't care, he never thought that the owner of the restaurant was Li Qiniang, but every time he went there, why did Li Qiniang never show up?

After eating one bowl of noodles, Yan Zhaoshi picked up another bowl. The noodles were already lumped, but for a person who had been hungry for two days, it was a delicacy.

Thinking about it, Li Qiniang felt ashamed and knew that she was not worthy of being a juren’s wife, so she hid.

Yan Zhaoshi took a sip of the noodle soup. He had really ignored many things before, but he never thought that Li Qiniang had ever been in a considerate way.

Unfortunately, no matter how understanding he is, he is still too vulgar after all.

He likes the elegant and exquisite Jiangnan women who are dependent on others.

Li Qiniang was almost the same height as him, tall and big, without the tenderness of a woman.
Chapter completed!