“Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo…”

The steam engine made a huge whine sound, and the giant ship was berthed beside the dock, prompting the guests on the boat that Yangcheng Port was arrived.

"Young Master Su, come to Foshan to play with me when you have time!"

After getting off the boat, Aunt Thirteen said goodbye to Su Zhao.

"Sure, chances are certain!"

Facing the reluctant girl, Su Zhao nodded.

Waving his hand and leaving the dock, Su Zhao called a rickshaw and embarked on the road home.

Since she rescued the siege for Aunt Thirteen, she found Su Zhao the next day and said she was thanking him for helping her.

Both of them are orientals who study abroad. At least Thirteenth Aunt thinks that the two have a very different age and knowledge, and have a common word and a pleasant chat.

Since then, Aunt Thirteen often comes to chat with Su Zhao. In her words, it is rare to find a fellow countryman with a common language.

Su Zhao doesn't care. After practicing, it is also a happy thing to chat with the beautiful girl in her spare time.

Through conversation, he learned that his thirteenth aunt Zhang Shaojun was seventeen years old this year. He had followed Zhang's father in England before and had only returned to China recently.

During this period, he also met the father of the Thirteenth Aunt, Huang Feihong's uncle, an old man wearing a melon-skin hat, a silk jacket, and a pig's tail behind him.

When he learned that Su Zhao was born in the Su family in Yangcheng, his eyes at Su Zhao were a little strange, including regrets, regrets, pity, etc.

Su Zhao did not go into it in depth. It must be that something happened to the Su family. He was already mentally prepared.

In this way, more than a month has passed, and the relationship between Su Zhao and Aunt Thirteen is already considered a good friend.

Today's sea ships are powered by steam engines, and their speed is naturally far less than that of later generations. After more than half a year of sailing, the ship finally arrived in Yangcheng.

Su Zhao was going back to his hometown in Yangcheng, and Aunt Thirteen was going to Foshan, so she could only separate at the port and pier.

Aunt Thirteen was very reluctant to leave. After more than a month of getting along, Su Zhao gave her a very special feeling.

It's hard to explain, it's hard to explain.

In the eyes of Su Zhaona looking at her, there was no lewdness and possessiveness as others as they were, and it was very clear and clean.

She didn't have that kind of condescending attitude toward her, and she was very peaceful.

The girl's mood is always poetry. After spending a while with Su Zhao, she felt very comfortable.

Unfortunately, the banquet ended in the world, and the ship arrived in Yangcheng, and finally we had to part.

Su Zhao didn't know the girl's worries. He sat in the rickshaw and looked at Yangcheng City more than a hundred years ago with curiosity.

As the world's largest city and one of the best ports, there are crowds of people in Yangcheng City.

At this time, it was noon, and the sun was in the sky.

On the extremely bustling streets, teahouses, business houses, brothels and money houses are neatly arranged on both sides of the road.

All kinds of shop signs are like flags, endless and fluttering in the wind.

Passers-by from the street were all short, pale and thin, and servile, with a greasy pig tail hanging behind them.

But it makes people feel very uncomfortable.

After turning a few streets, a clean and tidy road caught Su Zhao's eyes.

This is Baiyun Road in the south city of Yangcheng, and it is also the Baiyun District of later generations. It is the location of the rich area of ​​the entire Yangcheng Mansion.

The spacious street is paved with bluestone, and the willows are weeping along the road, giving Su Zhao a sense of traveling through time and space.

If it weren't for the rickshaw under his butt, he almost thought he had returned to his previous life.

When Su Zhao was stunned, the rickshaw stopped in front of a five-entry mansion on Baiyun Road.

"Master, I'm here!"

The coachman used a towel on his shoulder to wipe the sweat from his face, pressed his dark face, and whispered in a low voice.

"Oh OK, it's finally here!"

Hearing the coachman's voice, Su Zhao came to his senses and responded. He threw down a Long Yang casually and walked out of the rickshaw with his luggage amid the coachman's thanks.

Standing at the gate and looking up, I saw that the plaque with the words Su Mansion hanging on the door was covered with dust and no one had wiped it for a long time.

There were no servants guarding the door, and they seemed so deserted.

This is the original home.

"It seems that something really happened?"

Su Zhao sighed.

His dream of a rich second generation was finally shattered.

Standing at the door of his house, he couldn't move his legs, hesitantly looking at the door, looking at the little things in his original memory.

For Su Zhao, who has been alone since childhood, his parents and relatives are undoubtedly far-reaching and unfamiliar words.

Now, I don’t know how to deal with it.

"Squeak!"

At this time, a corner of the mansion was pushed open, and a gray-clothed servant walked out. He looked around timidly. Suddenly, his eyes were stunned and he saw Su Zhao under the steps.

Looking at each other.

"Young Master, is that you?"

The servant rubbed the booze at the corner of his eyes, exclaimed, and quickly ran down the steps.

"You... are you Ah Fu?"

Hearing the other party's screams, Su Zhao's expression was dazed, and he recalled the other party's identity from the original memory.

"Ah, Master, you are finally back!"

After discovering that Su Zhao was back, the servant was extremely surprised and quickly bent down to salute Su Zhao.

"Afu, what happened at home? Why are you rushing to come back?"

Putting down her luggage, Su Zhao asked in a deep voice.

"Young Master, you must avenge your wife..."

Afu said in a low voice with a sad face.

Then, through Afu's intermittent statement, Su Zhao learned the whole story.

At the end of last year, Kang An, the admiral of the Nanyue Navy, took office, and the new official took office three fires, which burned the local gentry.

With the collusion between officials and foreign countries, the local tribes in the Guangdong region were in trouble.

To rob, frame, weave charges...

Su Yunshan, known as Su Bancheng, was the first to be hit and did not avoid this disaster.

First he was framed and imprisoned, but then his family's property was occupied and swallowed by foreigners.

By the time Mrs. Su used all kinds of means to rescue Su Yunshan from the prison, he had only half his life left.

Mrs. Su hurriedly asked someone to write a letter to her son who was far away in the West and asked him to come back quickly.

After more than a month of old Su Yunshan, he finally died.

After this sudden change, Mrs. Su could no longer withstand it. She was furious and died after her death.

The couple went to the underworld together.

In the entire Su family, except for a few daughters who were married, only one son Su Zhao, who was far away from the West.

All the property was divided up by force, leaving only an old house.

Most of the servants in the mansion fled in scattered areas, leaving only a few loyal children who were still guarding the mansion, waiting for the eldest master to come back.

The former Bancheng Su family instantly died in name only.

Now, finally, the eldest young master is back.

Unfortunately, no one knows that Su Zhao is not Su Zhao, and the young master of the Su family has long died on his way back to China.

"Haha, okay! Since I have become you, your parents are my parents, and I will definitely avenge their revenge!"

"My dream of a rich second generation is broken..."

"Happy...b...is gone..."

After learning the whole story, Su Zhao felt very disappointed. While feeling extremely sad, he breathed a sigh of relief in secret, which was extremely complicated.

He was stunned for a moment, and finally accepted this identity from the bottom of his heart, his eyes were cold.
Chapter completed!