Great Imperial Merchant

Yang Zhongyuan lowered his head and clenched his palms tightly: "Brother Kun, tell me."

His voice was very low and small, and Kong Minhua squinted his eyes and stared at the hair on the top of his head, but he had no way of knowing what he was thinking: "Since you call me Brother Kun, then I will do my best for you." , It’s just that I don’t really like to hear what you told the concierge to pass on, you are already an adult, why are you so careless when you speak?”

Yang Zhongyuan was taken aback, obviously he didn't expect that Kong Minhua even remembered the words that he was able to enter the house, and it was not a simple master.

He trembled, and said in a low voice: "This was taught by my uncle in the palace. He said that many people don't want to take care of them when they go home. If they really can't do it, they can go to the household registration office. There will always be something to eat..."

These words were really sad, Kong Minhua paused, and then said slowly: "How come, are your brother and I such cruel people?" Kong Minhua's voice was as indifferent as ever, Yang Zhongshan looked up at him, but did not speak.

Yang Zhongyuan watched their comings and goings from the corner of his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but move.To be honest, no matter how stingy he is, he can't disregard human ethics and morals and shut him out after a long absence. Now he and this brother Kun seem to be unwilling to let him come back, so there can only be one situation-- Before his father died, there must have been other plans for him.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhongyuan's mind became active. Although his father was extremely cruel in sending him into the palace, he was kind to him since he was a child. possible.

But his elder brother is like this, obviously he doesn't want to give it, or can't give it?

Yang Zhongyuan suppressed his excitement, raised his head and said pitifully, "Brother Kun, you are so kind."

Although he hasn't returned for many years, he is a descendant of the Yang family. His pair of phoenix eyes are exactly the same as his brother's, but his appearance is more handsome. He is half or six like Yang Zhongshan when he was young.

Seeing him like this, Kong Minhua couldn't help feeling sorry for him, but the thought was fleeting, and disappeared in the blink of an eye: "Little brother, brother Kun knows that you have had a hard time these years, but you have to know that you are not a righteous man. It turns out that my father didn't make any arrangements for you before he passed away. Now that you come home suddenly, your brother and I want to take care of you, but we can't raise an idler in vain..."

Yang Zhongyuan sneered in his heart, seeing that his elder brother already had a general understanding of the family situation without saying a word. From this point of view, it must be him, Brother Kun, who has the most right to speak in the whole family.

"Brother Kun, I have been a palace man in the palace for so many years, and I can do any kind of work. As long as my family can give me a shelter from the wind and rain, I will work hard to support myself..." Yang Zhongyuan said , choked up again, "It's just, it's just that my dad doesn't know what happened?"

What he said was so pitiful, Yang Zhongshan was not cold-hearted to the point where his relatives did not recognize him. Hearing this, he took the initiative to say: "Your father is very good. He has been eating fast and reciting Buddha in the back house. He lives very peacefully. Don't bother him." .There is no shortage of food for you at home, so let’s stay here first and make other plans.”

Yang Zhongyuan quickly rubbed his eyes with his sleeve: "Thank you, brother, I will be obedient in the future..."

Kong Minhua was obviously shocked by Yang Zhongshan's sudden attitude, but he was still very calm on the face, and told Yang Ping lightly: "Director Yang, arrange...he should live in the West Wing."

He neither said Yang Zhongyuan's identity nor appointed someone to serve Yang Zhongyuan, his attitude was very clear.

Yang Ping had just been immersed in the joy of Yang Zhongshan leaving Yang Zhongyuan behind. He heard Kong Minhua's order in a blink of an eye. He couldn't believe it, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only look at Yang Zhongshan quietly.

But Yang Zhongshan didn't give his house manager and younger brother a look, and left the main hall without looking back while pulling Kong Minhua's hand.Behind him, Kong Minhua, who had been expressionless, suddenly showed a specious smile at Yang Zhongyuan, which made him tremble.

After they left, the West Wing fell into silence. After a long time, Yang Zhongyuan asked in a low voice: "Uncle Ping, I remember when I was young, the West Wing was the guest room, right? Now?"

Yang Ping looked back at him looking at him pitifully, and could only sigh: "Young master, come with me, the West Wing, it's a good place to live."

Yang Zhongyuan lowered his head, already understood what Yang Ping meant, but he was not angry.

Since they don't want him to go home, and he just doesn't want to stay here, but they don't let him see his father, things are always a little weird... If he treats his father, then he will never be soft-hearted.

The west wing has always been the guest room of Yang's family. There are not many people here, and there are only four or five vacant rooms. Yang Ping helped Yang Zhongyuan pick out a clean one for him to rest in, but he didn't dare to disobey the master's order. Assign him a servant: "Young master, this family is short of manpower, you can bear with it for a few days, and when the family recruits new servants, I will pick you a smarter servant."

Yang Zhongyuan didn't care too much about these extraneous matters, he knew that Brother Kun was giving him power, but he didn't take it seriously, he just comforted Yang Ping: "Uncle Ping, what are you talking about, I'm in the palace They are all serving others, and now I am not used to finding someone to serve me, I can do such small things as fetching water and doing laundry, so you don’t have to worry.”

When he said that, Yang Ping was even more sad, but he could only tell him the location of the kitchen and water room, telling him not to starve himself.

When Yang Zhongyuan answered with a smile, he left with a sigh.

After he left, Yang Zhongyuan threw the burden he had been carrying on the table casually, and lightly went to the window to look out carefully.

Just as he imagined, although some places in the house have changed, the general layout is still there.Because it is a guest room, there is a small garden between the west wing and the back house, but it is nothing compared to Yong'an Palace, and the direction can be recognized quickly.

Yang Zhongyuan sat down and collected himself. Countless thoughts passed through his mind, and the final thought was to take his father out of here no matter what.

Now that he had made up his mind, Yang Zhongyuan also calmed down. He unpacked his bag leisurely and found two simple and clean outer robes to change into. He slept in the room for an hour. After waking up, he changed his expression and went to the kitchen to beg for food.

Perhaps it was the message from Director Yang, although the people in the kitchen were not mean to the young master who hadn't returned home for a long time, but they were not very close to him.The dinner given to him was not much different from the one in the back house. Although it was not rich, it was still filling.

Yang Zhongyuan didn't care about these at all, he even thanked the chef in the kitchen flatteringly, and then he went back to the West Wing with the food box.

He came and went so quickly, and he didn't respond to the gossip behind him. On the contrary, he surprised several master chefs in the kitchen.This young master, he was not like this when he was young. Sure enough, these years have not been good...

Yang Zhongyuan returned to the west chamber, finished his meal earnestly, cleaned up the dishes, went to the water room to fetch hot water, and then lay down on the bed early and fell asleep.

Soon, he was snoring lightly.

At midnight, the Yang Mansion was as quiet as ever. A dark figure quietly opened the only occupied room in the West Wing, and then tiptoed in and began to grope.

The room was empty, with only a wardrobe, a wooden bed, and a set of tables and chairs. The black figure first touched the wooden table by the window, and then turned its attention to the wardrobe after finding nothing.

Sure enough, he was not disappointed this time. He gently took out a bag that was neither heavy nor light, and rummaged through it in the not-so-bright moonlight.

Naturally, there was nothing valuable in it, only a half-worn set of clothes and pants, and a thin piece of paper.The black shadow carefully identified the moonlight for a long time, but only vaguely saw the two big characters "Lu Yin" written on it, so he didn't continue to read, and turned to look for other things.

It stands to reason that there are not too many things in this bag, but it is not too light. Hei Ying searched patiently and carefully, and found a small purse in the cuff of the dress after a while.

He weighed the weight with his hands, and felt that the money inside might not be too much, so he turned his head to the carved bed covered with thick curtains.

He was a little unwilling to give up, but he didn't dare to go over to have a look boldly. When he was struggling in his heart, the person behind the curtain suddenly turned over and clicked his mouth twice, as if he was about to wake up.

Hei Ying trembled in fright, quickly packed the messed up baggage back to its original state, and then quietly left the west chamber.

Behind him, Yang Zhongyuan suddenly opened his eyes.In the darkness, his eyes were clear, but there was a hint of mockery and coldness at the corners of his mouth.

Only a fool would put important things in his luggage. The money and bills he had saved in the palace over the years had long been sewn next to his body in his jacket. I won't leave.

The black shadow walked briskly, walked around the garden from the west wing, and then entered through the side door of the back house. In a short while, he came to the most exquisite and gorgeous attic in the back house.

The moonlight was very bright, and it was shining on Hei Ying's face at this moment, which turned out to be a very kind-faced young man.

He reached out and knocked on the door twice long and short, and soon a middle-aged man in his 30s opened the door and welcomed him in.

He followed the middle-aged man upstairs, then smoothed the folds on his sleeves a little cautiously, and then entered the main room with his head down.

In the main room, bright oil lamps are being lit at the moment, and the huge room is covered with intricately patterned carpets, making it look very rich.

Sitting in the room were two men over [-] years old, one with half-closed phoenix eyes and one with thin lips pursed. They were obviously Yang Zhongshan and Kong Minhua, the current owners of the Yang Mansion.

"Masters, I have checked everything in the house. Apart from the old clothes and guides, there is only a small bag of broken silver, which is estimated to be about thirty taels." The young man said respectfully.

The two masters in the upper seat did not speak for a long time. After a while, Kong Minhua said lightly: "Very well, you can go down."

The young man saluted the two of them again, and quickly retreated out of the room.

When there were only two people left in the main room, Kong Minhua said, "He didn't grow up on plain rice, 30 taels is enough to live on."

Yang Zhongshan took a sip of tea: "Minhua, he is my brother after all, when my father..."

Not to mention that Kong Minhua was still angry, but when he talked about the events of the year, he became excited again: "Let's not talk about father, he only cares about that servant and the child of the servant, has he ever thought about you?