I'm a Buddhist foster child

Put the paper on the case table, push it to Yang Lao Si, and say, "Little Si, a letter from your hometown."

Isn't the honey scented paper a letter from Hu Luguang, the governor of Luodiao in the Northern Qi Dynasty?

Fourth Yang glanced at the letter, and immediately retracted it, and said with a smirk, "Shi, Shi Shi Shi..."

Before he could stutter a word, Yang Jian had already corrected him and said, "Call your elder brother."

Old Si Yang's face froze for a moment, but he still smirked and said: "Da Da Da, Big Brother... This, this--the villain is not, I can't read!"

Yang Jian said kindly: "It's okay, it's okay if you don't know how to read, I just want to let you know that the Qi man Hu Luguang wants to take you back and chop you into meat. But don't worry, I have already thought about it for a while. Here’s a clever plan, to mash your meat…”

As he spoke, he pointed to the stewed pork rice in the hand of Mr. Yang, and continued: "It has already been sent back to Yecheng, where the Qi people live."

Old Si Yang had a mouthful of stewed pork rice stuck in his throat, he couldn't get up or down, his handsome face became even more rigid, and it was obvious that the corners of his lips twitched twice.

Yang Jian patted Old Si Yang on the shoulder, looking like a caring and good brother, and said: "It's okay, from now on, you can stay with the elder brother in peace of mind, and protect you for the elder brother."