Yan Xuehuai returned to the Vinaigrette Hu and found that Dawu and Erwu were also there.

She handed the food box to Mo Yu and asked, "Do Uncle Dawu and Uncle Erwu have dinner at home? Why don't I go back and talk to my mother and make some food to deliver?"

Mo Yu couldn't hide his excitement. His voice was still trembling, his eyes were wet, and he obviously had just cried.

"No, they'll leave in a while."

He lowered his voice and said, "The old lady knows."

Yan Xuehuai blinked: "Didn't you say you should wait until you find out before telling Mrs. Ye?"

Mo Yu said, "I came back at noon and asked Wu Jie to send a letter to Dawu and Erwu. They immediately went to check it out. It was because of good news that we decided to tell the old lady."

"Good news, what good news?" Yan Xuehuai was also a little excited.

Mo Yu lowered his voice: "It turns out that Young Master Fusheng is very famous, and there are no ones who are officials in the new capital who don't know him."

Yan Xuehuai was not surprised at all. Isn’t this normal? This is like a big eunuch around the emperor. There must be someone who can curry favor with him.

"The uncle has several good colleagues. This time he came to Xinjing. Dawu and Erwu visited one of them. The master was from the sixth tribe. According to him, Young Master Fusheng was picked up by the Duke of the National Palace on the street. At that time, the Duke of the National Palace was newly mourned, and there was no man or a woman under his knees. He was in the military camp for many years, so he handed over Young Master Fusheng to his old servants to raise. When Young Master Fusheng grew up to be in his teens, he was sent to the military camp. After a few years of training in the military camp, he was brought by the Duke of the National Palace."

Mo Yu said while wiping tears: "By the way, the adult also said that many people knew about this matter in the old capital. Because Master Fusheng picked up the matter in Yangcheng, and at that time something happened in the garrison in Yangcheng, the Duke of the State went to handle official duties. When he came back, he brought back a child. Others did not know the identity of the child. There were many fireworks in Yangcheng, so some people speculated that the child was the outer room of the Duke of the State. Therefore, the Duke of the State was impeached by the Censor. The Duke of the State wrote a defense statement. After the Empress Dowager saw it, he said that the child was a blessing. Therefore, the Duke of the State named him Fusheng, and the incident spread.

Yan Xuehuai nodded. As expected, Fusheng's life experience was not a secret, and everyone in the officialdom knew it.

Mo Yu couldn't stop crying, and the handkerchief was wet, so he simply raised his sleeves: "Dawu and Erwu went to Yangcheng two years ago. There were old officials in the government office who remembered this. They said that they were indeed children with a Pingcheng accent, and there were three. The abducted children in Yangcheng were taken back by their families. Those who were unclaimed were sent to Shantang. Unfortunately, the Shantang had disappeared many years ago."

"Dawu and his second uncle worked hard to finally find a child from that year. The child was a clerk in a shop. He said that the manager in the Shantang always beat them. Later, someone found the child's body in the river near the Shantang, so he reported to the official. The manager ran away. When the government investigated, the child was beaten to death by the manager. Many children in the Shantang disappeared in those years. I don't know if they had escaped or were beaten to death by the manager and sank into the river."

"Later, the yamen sealed the good hall, and asked the wealthy families and shops in Yangcheng to come and pick people. If they picked them up, they would take them back, either as servants or disciples. The child had a leg broken by the manager and was not treated and was disabled."

"The child said he didn't remember someone named Wentao, but there was someone named Xiaotao. Once, Xiaotao was beaten by the manager, and then he never saw him again. I don't know if he ran away or was beaten to death by the manager."

Mo Yu was crying too much. Yan Xuehuai had no habit of carrying a veil with her, so she had to comfort her: "If Xiaotao is Fusheng, then he would have escaped by himself and was picked up by the Duke. This is a blessing good thing. You have also seen it. Isn't Fusheng looking pretty good? You don't look like he has suffered."

"Why don't you look like you? You're so thin. If you haven't been kidnapped by a bad person, you will definitely be white and fat now." Mo Yu cried.

Yan Xuehuai couldn't imagine what Fusheng looked like when he grew white and fat. Maybe it was like a meat bun that had just been cooked.

Forget it, it's not as good as it is now.

Let’s leave your tears to Mo Yu. If you detoxify your tears, let Mo Yu detoxify your own, she should not disturb you.

Early the next morning, Yan Xuehuai bought two sets of pancakes on the roadside and went to Shuncheng Street.

As soon as Yu Min got her teeth, she called out. She handed over one of the sets of pancakes: "Give it, add three eggs."

Yu Min took it, and the two of them squatted on the wall and ate pancakes together. When they finished eating, Yan Xuehuai also finished the matter about the house.

"The house in Wenzhao Hutong? OK, this matter is for me. I'll go to your shop to find you in the afternoon."

"Okay, my mother taught Ying'er to make braised pork. She made a lot of them in the shop. You can take some away by then."

The two of them agreed and then they dispersed and went to do their own business.

Before Yan Xuehuai could walk out of Shuncheng Street, he saw an acquaintance from afar.

Mr. Jiao.

Mr. Jiao was hugged by the front and back. Yan Xuehuai just took a look and walked over as if nothing had happened.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiao greeted her: "Who, that, that's what you mean."

Yan Xuehuai turned around and pointed at her nose: "You call me?"

"Yes, are you here to find Yu Si? You want to rent a shop again?" Jiao Master asked, looking kind.

Yan Xuehuai touched her nose. Apart from the last time she hit her nose, she couldn't remember that she had offended this master. If it was for the last little thing, if this master Jiao didn't have a good memory, then she would be too scrupulous.

"It's either renting a shop or coming here for a walk and passing by."

"Passing by", Mr. Jiao also touched his nose, "Have your nose hurt healed?"

"Okay, please remember it, it's been a long time ago." Sure enough, this person really remembered it.

"That's good, that's good, come by more when you have time."

Mr. Jiao nodded at Yan Xuehuai, and then walked away with a hug.

Yan Xuehuai was confused and had never heard of the elections in the Great Wei Dynasty. This elder brother was so friendly and seemed to be like canvassing the elections.

Before the lunch meal was sold out, Yu Min came.

Yan Xuehuai served him a bowl of rice with rice. Yu Min didn't bother to eat and said to Yan Xuehuai: "Don't say, at least most of the things in this house are true."

"Why is it only more than half?" Yan Xuehuai asked.

"This is the house of Mr. Wan Hanlin's family. It's real. It's real to sell this year. It's real to be bought by outsiders. It's not a haunted house or a burning house. It's all real. The reason why I said that only most of it is real is because I didn't know the news that the house was going to be sold."

Yan Xuehuai smiled: "It's right that he didn't find out. He bought his house secretly and dared not sell it openly."

"What should I do? Do you really decide to buy it?" Yu Min is no longer Yu Min of that day. He has done more than a dozen business deals now. "I advise you to go and see the house. You don't know that there are so many tricks in selling the house."
Chapter completed!