at night.

Daan was sitting there reading a book, while Xiaohua was busy packing clothes and shoes.

Da'an will go back to Bailu Academy in Qing'an County tomorrow, and he doesn't know when he will come back next time.

Thinking of this, Xiaohua felt a sour feeling in her heart.

For nearly a month in Yuncheng, the two of them got along day and night. Although the total they spoke did not exceed twenty sentences, however,

When Daan was reading, Xiaohua was always by his side.

This was almost always the case for a month, especially in a foreign country. Although the two of them talked little, Xiaohua felt a little closer to Daan.

"Brother Da'an, your clothes, shoes and socks have been packed and put in this wooden box."

Xiaohua came over and said to Daan.

"I don't know what to pack for your own books. You can pack them yourself later," she said.

Daan nodded.

Xiaohua said again: "It's getting late, so I'll go back to the house first. Brother Da'an, don't wait too late and rest early."

"Well, okay." Da'an said, picking up the book in his hand again and looking at the pages.

Seeing this, Xiaohua turned around wisely and walked towards the door of the house.

When he was about to reach the door of the house, Daan's voice came from behind again.

"Wait a minute," he said.

Xiaohua turned around and said, "Brother Da'an, what's going on?"

Da'an raised his hand and pointed at his sleeves, and said with an innocent face: "I don't know what happened to the cuffs, but the seams are open again. If I delay you a little longer, please help me mend this."

Xiaohua was surprised for a moment, her eyes fell on Daan's sleeves, and she couldn't help but murmur in her heart.

Strange, is there a mouse in this room? Otherwise, why would Brother Daan's clothes be torn every once in a while?

"Xiaohua, if you are sleepy, go back to the house and rest first. There is no need to sew."

Daan saw Xiaohua standing still and felt a little embarrassed, so he said.

Xiaohua came back to her senses and hurriedly walked this way.

"You're not sleepy, brother Da'an, please get up and take off your coat. I'll help you mend it," she said.

Da'an stood up, took off his coat, sat back down again wearing the white underwear, and continued reading.

Xiaohua took the clothes and sat beside the bed, lowered her head and began to sew carefully...

The room was very quiet. Daan occasionally glanced at Xiaohua secretly, feeling warm and at ease in his heart.

Xiaohua also peeked at Daan from time to time, feeling secretly happy.

This feeling of silence being stronger than sound gave both of them the illusion that they were back in Yuncheng again.

Early the next morning, Yang Huazhou and Da'an set off for Qing'an County together. Yang Yongjin took Cao Bamei and his two daughters to the county seat.

And Yang Ruoqing set off for Yuncheng in the south. It took one person and one horse. It took five or six days by carriage and three days on horseback.

"Qing'er, you're finally here. If you don't come again, I will be driven crazy by those heartless people in the Yang family!"

As soon as he entered Lao Yangtou's house, Lao Yangtou couldn't help grabbing Yang Ruoqing's hand and wailing repeatedly.

Beside, Yang Huazhong and Yang Huamei were accompanying them, Xiao Hei was playing aside, but Yang Huaming was nowhere to be seen.

"Qing'er, it's good if you come. Your father and I have been thinking of ways to drag them away. I know you will definitely come again." Yang Huazhong also stood up and said to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing nodded. One can imagine how much forbearance and humiliation the word "drag" in her father's mouth contained.

Suppressing the distress and anger in her heart, Yang Ruoqing put a calm smile on her face.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here right now," she said.

"Come on, come on, Qing'er, come and sit here, sit down and say." Old Yangtou greeted over there.

Yang Ruoqing hurried over and sat down, while Yang Huazhong went over and poured her a bowl of tea.

"Come, daughter, let's take a sip of tea first," Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Ruoqing took a sip of tea and looked at Old Yang, "Uncle Wu told me everything. How have you been these past few days? Are there any changes?"

Old Yangtou said: "I have gone to your uncle to talk to you several times in the past few days, but I really can't think of it. How can this person just give up his business?"

"Isn't he the old man of the Yang family? Isn't he the patriarch of the Yang family? Isn't everything just a matter of his words?"

"He's just fighting with me like this. He's really pissed me off, so why can't he give me a nice word? As for forcing us like this!" Lao Yangtou said with an angry look on his face.

On the side, Yang Huamei couldn't help but interjected: "Dad, that dead old man is the patriarch and the master of Yang Mansion. He brought us here to recognize our relatives and asked for five houses to hand over all the family property. This is all because of that dead old man.

It’s the old man’s idea, why do you still go to him to intercede? Aren’t you deliberately sending your face to be beaten!”

Old Yangtou frowned, "Don't use dirty words when you speak, it will damage your moral character!"

Yang Huamei said: "He is about to rob our old Yang family's fortune. He is the one who has harmed our moral integrity. God won't blame me if I scold him behind his back!"

"Besides, if you don't say a few words behind the scenes, I'll feel so panicked!"

"A few days ago, I was taking Xiao Hei to see that doctor for a follow-up consultation. Yang Wenxuan, that dog, turned his back faster than he could turn over a book. He even refused to let the carriage come out of the house."

"Fortunately, we left a carriage for ourselves, and fortunately the third brother can drive the carriage and send Xiao Hei and I there. It really pissed me off."

The more Yang Huamei talked, the angrier she became, and her face turned red with anger.

Old Yangtou said: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about those things in advance. Qing'er is here, let's talk about something serious!"

The old man cast his gaze on Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, now that you know the cause and effect, you have also seen the injustice suffered by those of us who stayed behind."

"Then what do you think should be done about this matter?" the old man asked expectantly.

Yang Ruoqing took another sip of tea, and then said to Old Yang, "Let's listen to them first and transfer the 40% commission to Yang Wenxuan's name. Then we will also tally up the other properties and property, and give them all to Yang Wenxuan."

Go register."

"Whatever they want, let's do it, we will obey!" she said.

"ah?"

"What?"

Old Yangtou and Yang Huazhong looked stunned, thinking they had heard wrongly.

Yang Huamei even leaned over and pinched Yang Ruoqing's face: "Qing'er, why did you say such a thing? Are you lying?"

Yang Ruoqing turned her face away, avoiding Yang Huamei's fingers that wanted to verify the authenticity.

"I'm real. If I'm fake, please stop pinching me, sister-in-law." She said.

Yang Huamei said: "Since it's you, why would you say such cowardly words? This is not like your character, nor is it your style!"

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "Sister-in-law, don't be impatient, just listen to me slowly..."

After spending nearly a bowl of tea, Yang Ruoqing told Lao Yangtou, Yang Huazhong and Yang Huamei her plans and countermeasures that she had discussed with Magistrate Zou.
Chapter completed!