Great Imperial Merchant

When Yang Zhongyuan stood at the gate of the Yang family, it was already dark. He looked at the young concierge, stepped forward and asked, "Hello, I am Yang Zhongyuan, the youngest son of this family. Can you let me know that I am back?"

He had a smile on his face, and his tone was very gentle. Although the young concierge had never seen him, he saw that he was neatly dressed, so he nodded and entered the courtyard to pass.

After a cup of tea, the little brother still didn't come out.

It wasn't cold at the end of August, but once the sun went down, the evening wind was still somewhat cool. Yang Zhongyuan clenched his hands, feeling cold all over his body.

After waiting for a while, the little brother came out with a stern face, and asked him with an unhappy face: "Our housekeeper said that the master has no younger brother, so don't gossip about relatives."

The corner of Yang Zhongyuan's mouth raised a sneering smile. He was somewhat enlightened earlier, but when things came to an end, he still felt uncomfortable when he heard this with his own ears.

"Brother, please tell me, who is the current master?" Yang Zhongyuan was not offended by the porter's attitude, he still asked with a smile.

The concierge was a little impatient, the Yang family was rich, and there would always be eight relatives who would never be able to make contact with him throughout the year.

"You can also know the name of our master? Hurry up and go, don't wait for me to beat you before leaving."

Yang Zhongyuan lowered his head, he thought for a long time before saying: "Well, I'll come back tomorrow, I'll be busy this time."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the entrance of the alley without looking back, and the porter behind him shouted: "Don't come, you won't be allowed in if you come!"

Yang Zhongyuan snorted coldly, won't let me in?Let me see if you have the guts!

He had saved some money over the years. To be on the safe side, he went directly to the inn he had hoped for earlier and opened a second-class room.

Although the current situation was within his expectation, it was beyond reason.

If it was him more than ten years ago, he would have been furious when he encountered this incident, and he would have to rush through the door with all his might.

But now he is no longer an immature child. The imperial palace is an exquisite cage, and it is also a school where people can grow up quickly. He struggled in it alone for so long. In the past few years, he almost lost his life several times. Sitting in such a high position, even with Emperor Ruijia backing him, he still has to be able to handle it.

Although the current situation is the worst, he is confident that he can still handle it.

It's just... Even so, Yang Zhongyuan still feels uncomfortable when he thinks of not being able to get in.

I don't know what happened to my father and father at this time.

Yang Zhongyuan asked for a bowl of noodles and four meat buns, and while eating, he asked the second brother in the store about the situation.

To be honest, he has grown in appetite over the past few years, and he is no longer picky about food.Daliang has a vast territory with beautiful mountains and rivers, and there are as many famous dishes as stars in various places. It is a blessing to be able to eat them.

"Little brother, can I ask you about someone's house?" Yang Zhongyuan squeezed dozens of copper coins into the shop's second-hand shop, and asked awkwardly.

The waiter weighed it and felt very satisfied, so he pretended to wipe the table: "Guest officer, ask."

Yang Zhongyuan quickly said in a low voice: "I came here to join my relatives. May I ask the Yang family in the south of the city who is in the antique business, what is the situation in the past few years?"

Xiaoer worked here all day, so he was familiar with all the families in the city, so he hurriedly said, "Is it the one with Pixiu engraved on the house number?"

Yang Zhongyuan nodded, his family loves money very much, everyone has known it since his father's generation, and the Pixiu on the lintel has become a symbol instead.

Seeing that he agreed, Xiaoer frowned again and said: "If it's their family, don't go. The family is more stingy than the other, and the head of this generation is even more of a cock. Zhengjun is more than worse, and the good reputation accumulated by the previous generation has been completely wiped out."

Although Yang Zhongyuan knew vaguely about his father's death, he felt a little uncomfortable hearing it so straightforwardly. He turned pale and asked, "Excuse me, is the current patriarch Yang Zhongshan?"

Xiaoer nodded and said: "It's not him. Even though the old man of the Yang family is stingy, he is still quite decent. Since he died of illness five years ago, the Yang family has been taken over by their young master. Now he is a famous iron cock in the city." gone."

Five years ago, my father passed away...

Yang Zhongyuan thought, at that time he had just become a steward, and he had sent several family letters to his home but had not received a reply. He had some plans in his heart at that time. Now that he thinks about it, I am afraid that his brother would not want to take care of him at that time.

This is also true, if he comes back, he will definitely get a share of the family property, and with his brother's character, he will definitely not want it.

Yang Zhongyuan suppressed the sadness in his heart, squinted his eyes and thought, even if it was an iron rooster, he would have to pluck it hard to have a look.

He drank the last sip of noodle soup, then pulled Xiaoer to ask him about his elder brother's partner.

Since ancient times, all dynasties have been men. If two people want to get married, they will choose a family as their future residence and become the male of this family from then on. In this way, Yang Zhongyuan still calls this elder brother Zhengjun Brother Kun.

That Xiao Er was probably also used to gossip, and when he heard him ask this, he said like beans: "The Zhengjun of the Yang family is a remarkable person, I remember he is the youngest son of the Confucius family in Zhongshui City, I heard that his elder brother Er Brothers are all masters, and the whole family are all scholars. I didn't expect it, this..."

In this way, this brother Kun has a lot of background, Yang Zhongyuan touched his chin, thinking about how to get into the house the next day.

After eating, Yang Zhongyuan went back to his room to take a rest, and then went out again.

He first went to Baiyi Street to buy some paper money for incense candles, and then strolled to the suburban Sanfan River and squatted down to burn the paper money.

The wind was strong at night, and the ignited flames flew around with the wind, bringing up bits and pieces of fire.

The orange light made Yang Zhongyuan's eyes red, but he didn't cry.

"Father, my son is back, I'll burn some money for you, and say hello," he said in a low voice, his tone unhurried, "Father, why did you send me to the palace back then?"

His deep voice disappeared into the night sky with the gurgling water, and there was no sound around him, and no one could give him an answer.

Yang Zhongyuan simply sat down on the ground, looking down at the flickering paper money, he remembered a lot of things in his early years at home.

His father is a man who loves money and good food. Although he cares about every detail in business, he is not stingy.

His father is a servant of his father Zhengjun, once his father was drunk, and by chance, he had him.Although it was a coincidence, his father had always been very kind to him and his father. Before he was ten years old, he was almost spoiled by his father when he grew up.

Daddy is a quiet person, and his eldest brother is devoted to studying and doing business, and he has never been close to him.

Until the day when he was ten years old, his father came back from the shop, hugged him and said, "Xiao Yuan, do you want the best life? Father thought, someone will take you to the Imperial Capital tomorrow. Remember, work hard for your family. "

At that time, he was ignorant, at first he felt sad about leaving his father, and then he started to play the young master's temper, which made Yang Hu, who went with him, angry several times.

Later, the story was too long. Although those 14 years seemed like a passing cloud, but thinking about it now, he felt that those days were long and difficult, as if the summer would never stop. Days of suffering.

"Father, do you remember Huzi who went with me back then? He died of illness when he was 16 years old, and I didn't even get to take a look at him in the end."

"Father, what am I to you?" Yang Zhongyuan said a lot to the silent river that night, and he asked many questions, but in the end the person who could answer him had been buried deep in the loess, and could no longer I spoke.

Early in the morning of the second day, Yang Zhongyuan seriously ate his fill and changed into a miscellaneous brocade robe before walking slowly towards Yang's house.

Even if he has been away from home for more than ten years, he will never forget the way home.

Zhi Xiao walked through the long Zixin Lane, bypassed the tender yellow Yingchun that climbed out of the wall of Cheng's house next door, and turned his head to see the magnificent golden Pixiu on the lintel of their Yang's house.

Pixiu attracts wealth, and his money-loving father likes it the most.

This day, the doorman was still guarding the door. Yang Zhongyuan stood in front of him calmly, and hurried ahead of him and said loudly: "Go and tell the head of your family that his brother Yang Zhongyuan is back. If he doesn't see you, So I went to the household registration office and asked the steward to come and see him for me."

His attitude was very tough, the concierge was taken aback, but seeing that he was dressed more carefully and neatly today, he thought about it and went in to pass the news.

This time, the Yang family didn't make Yang Zhongyuan wait too long, and a somewhat familiar figure appeared at the gate in just a cup of tea.

That was the old housekeeper of the Yang family, named Yang Ping after the owner's surname.

Seeing Yang Zhongyuan standing at the door with a smile on his face, the old housekeeper suddenly choked up: "Young master, you are back."

Yang Zhongyuan's eyes turned red following his words, and he hurriedly stepped forward to pay him back: "Uncle Ping, it's me. You see, I've grown up."

"Oh," Yang Ping looked at him carefully, and said after a while, "He's a good boy, but unfortunately...it's a pity..."

"Uncle Ping, it's hard for you to still miss me." Before he finished speaking, Yang Zhongyuan somewhat guessed, and hurriedly followed Yang Ping into Yang's house. When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a tall man at the entrance of Zixin Alley. The figure was staring at him.

The gaze at that moment was too short, before Yang Zhongyuan could find the figure from his buried memory, all the light and shadow had been blocked by the carved door.