When Yang Ruoqing heard this, her brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of astonishment flashed across her eyes.

Hanged himself?

Push the time forward again...

Oh, let me go, is it that concubine?

"What happened next? What happened next?" she asked next.

Yan Huaian turned around, looked at her, and smiled helplessly.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop; the child wants to be raised but the relatives are not there."

"In the following decades, I have been busy running the business. The business has grown bigger and bigger. I have almost all the rare mountain furs and furs in the area at the foot of the Changbai Mountain in the north."

"Now, I am old and in my twilight years."

"My only regret in this life is that I could not repay her properly."

"In the past few years, the two countries have calmed down the war and resumed trade and transportation."

"I just brought the caravan to Changping Village." He said.

"But the kind-hearted woman who was kind to you died decades ago. What can you do if you come here?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Yan Huaian smiled lightly: "She's not here, but it's okay if her descendants are here."

"She was pregnant when she rescued me."

"Find her descendants and give me this belated gift of thanks to comfort her spirit in heaven!"

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing was almost certain that the concubine in the little dirtbag beside the grave of the old Yang family in the back mountain was the benefactor Yan Huaian was looking for.

No wonder the elderly people in the village recalled that the concubine's speech and temperament were not like those of the country people.

No one knows her name, surname, or where her mother's family is from.

After working on it for a long time, I found out that it was from a wealthy family in the north.

Wait……

She suddenly understood why Old Yangtou changed his mind about worshiping his ancestors after one day!

In order to prove something, Yang Ruoqing then asked Yan Huaian: "Old man Yan, when you went into the village yesterday, did you find any descendants of the savior?"

When this was mentioned, Yan Huaian's face showed a trace of consideration.

"Little old Yangtou is the biological son of the benefactor who saved me back then. This has been confirmed by your village chief and several village elders."

"But, a big old Yangtou appeared out of thin air, that is, your father."

"Your father said that when the benefactor showed favor to me, the benefactor was his father's concubine and lived in the same room as theirs."

"Logically, your father should also be a descendant of my benefactor."

"Old and young Yangtou were arguing over there. Li Zheng and several village elders told me to go back to the town and stay at the inn first, and then let me thank them again after the results of their mediation came out."

Yan Huaian said truthfully.

He himself felt a little depressed.

He came all the way to seek repayment from his benefactor's descendants, but unexpectedly it caused disputes and disputes among the descendants.

This is what he doesn't want to see.

Hearing Yan Huaian's words, Yang Ruoqing's heart brightened.

No wonder I clamored to build that concubine's grave and asked my second uncle to carve a monument for her...

Fortunately, after returning home last night, Yang Huazhong talked about this matter with Mrs. Sun, and the couple was very happy.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that you came here for this thank you gift?

It is obvious that he is greedy for money, and he is obviously greedy, but he still insists on speaking so grandly.

What kind of inheritance of the word filial piety is bullshit!

"Since Li Zheng and several village elders said so, then Uncle Yan, you can leave it alone and just wait for the result."

Yang Ruoqing raised the wine bottle in front of her with both hands and refilled the wine cup in front of Yan Huaian.

He also filled the wine cup in front of him.

"Come, I'll give you a toast, junior. I'll do it first as a token of respect for your kindness and kindness, and for repaying your kindness!"

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and drank the wine in one gulp.

"Old man, come and eat some food!"

Yang Ruoqing did not eat from beginning to end, because she soon had a waiter from the backyard come to look for her.

"Old man, I'll take my leave now. I'll wait for you before going to Changping Village. Remember to come to my house as a guest."

"Okay, definitely, definitely!"

After watching Yang Ruoqing leave, Yan Huaian and the other two took a few bites and called the waiter over to pay the bill.

The waiter smiled and said: "Sir, you don't need to settle the bill for your table. Our boss has spoken and it will be borne by her."

"What?"

Yan Huaian was surprised and looked at each other with the other two men traveling with him.

The other two were also surprised.

Yan Huaian then asked the guy again: "Brother, are you mistaken? Your boss and I have never been together..."

The guy laughed.

"Sir, you are really good at joking. Our boss was just drinking at the same table with you!"

"Ah? You mean, that Miss Yang just now?"

"Yes, our host is amazing. All the menus here are designed by her!"

The waiter came over to clear the table, and Yan Huaian stood aside, stunned from ear to ear.

No wonder the girl talks well and has an extraordinary bearing.

It turns out that you are capable of running such a unique restaurant at such a young age!

…

In the private room in the backyard, Yang Ruoqing and Xiao Yu were eating snacks face to face.

Cao Bamei was packing up another plate of pastries and asked Yang Ruoqing to take it back later for Daan Dajie and the others to eat.

Yang Yongjin came in from the door.

"Qing'er, the carriage has been arranged and is waiting at the gate of the backyard. When will you return to the village?"

Yang Yongjin asked.

Yang Ruoqing swallowed the last small piece in her mouth, wiped off the snack crumbs on her hands and stood up.

"Go back now."

"Okay, I'll take you to the car."

Yang Yongjin said, leaning over to pick up the New Year's goods placed aside, turned around and quickly walked out of the private room.

Cao Bamei also quickly picked up her things and followed Yang Yongjin out of the house.

After putting the things away, Xiaoyu sat on it first.

Yang Ruoqing stood next to the carriage and said to Yang Yongjin: "We will close the restaurant on the 23rd and let everyone go home early to celebrate the New Year. I have said that we will have a grand ancestor worship this year, so we all go up the mountain."

Yang Yongjin nodded: "Yes, I understand."

Then, he watched Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoyu get on the carriage and drive away.

Yang Yongjin turned around and found Cao Bamei also standing on the roadside.

He grinned at her: "Bamei, let's go back to the restaurant."

Cao Bamei nodded and was about to leave when her eyes caught sight of the elbow of Yang Yongjin's right arm.

"Shopkeeper, wait a moment." She called to him.

"What's wrong?" Yang Yongjin asked.

Cao Bamei pointed to Yang Yongjin's damaged elbow: "It's broken there. I'll help you sew it up later."

After Cao Bamei's reminder, Yang Yongjin realized that his sleeve was indeed torn.

Maybe it was scratched somewhere when I hitched a carriage or something.

"I'm going to take it off in the private room right now. Could you please help me sew it up," he said.

Nowadays it is no better than farming in the village.

When working in a restaurant and dealing with all kinds of customers, you must dress neatly and appropriately.

In Qing'er's words, this is respect for customers and maintenance of Tianxianglou's image.

So, the two people came to the elegant room, and Yang Yongjin took off his coat and threw it to Cao Bamei.
Chapter completed!