Go to the north to find a small county to settle down first, rent a house, and do some small business to get by.

When the weather gets cold in the second half of the year, I can sell the stolen fur clothes. Even if I sell them at a half discount, I will get a hundred taels of silver.

With that one hundred taels of silver, we can do bigger business in due course.

When you make money, buy a house outside, have children, the sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to jump.

He wants to live his own life and prove to everyone, mainly Lao Yang's family, that

His choice is always the right one.

Even without the care of Yang Ruoqing and the support of the big tree Yang Wenxuan, Yang Huaming can still thrive.

When he succeeds, becomes rich, and returns home with a beautiful wife and sons, no one will dare to say "no" to him.

Laugh at the poor but not at the prostitutes. In this world, whoever has money and power has the final say!

When Yang Huaming and Xiaojuan hurriedly left Yuncheng under the cover of night, the officers and soldiers had already arrived at Yang Mansion.

The shackles and iron chain arrest letter directly took away Yang Wenxuan, who was discussing matters with the old man and other relatives of the Yang family.

In addition, several members of the family who were involved in the case were also taken away.

For a time, the Yang family was in chaos. The old man of the Yang family, who had seen great storms all his life, was angry, anxious and frightened, and immediately fainted.

After a lot of fussing, the old man finally woke up.

"Wake up, wake up, finally wake up..."

In front of the bed, people gathered in a circle.

There were old housekeepers and relatives in the family, all of whom had gloomy and anxious faces.

The old man glanced at the crowd and didn't see his son, so he subconsciously became anxious.

"Why are you all here? What happened?"

"Where is Wenxuan? Where has he gone?" the old man asked in a low voice.

Everyone in front of the bed looked at each other, and then an old man who was the old lady's cousin came up and cried out: "Brother, something happened at home. Wenxuan and Wenfu were arrested by the government. Have you forgotten?"

What?

Caught by the authorities?

The old man's dizzy head suddenly came back to consciousness, and scenes of what happened before he fainted flashed through his mind.

He struggled to sit up and said, "Quickly, bring me a pen and paper. I'll write a letter to the chief steward of Prince Nan's Mansion..."

A few days ago, the old man went to Licheng for family matters.

I tried to use the old friendship with the chief steward of the Nanwang Mansion to get the chief steward to help me.

Prince Nan, Luo Feixiong, is a noble man, and the old man of the Yang family is self-aware. No matter how rich a merchant like him is, it will be difficult for him to gain connections.

But the big housekeeper is different.

As long as the money is available, I might be able to help.

An official of the third rank of the Prime Minister's Concierge, Prince Nan conquered the South and the North, and Licheng was a fiefdom.

Yuncheng is a small vassal town of Licheng, and the county governor is the follower of Prince Nan.

Now that the follower wants to trouble the Yang family, he has to find the housekeeper next to the leader to mediate. Maybe the matter will just go away.

Therefore, the old man went to Licheng a few days ago, but he took out half of the coffin and used it to buy gifts for the chief steward of the Nanwang Mansion.

After receiving the gift, the butler also reassured the old man, telling him to come back and wait for good news, and that he would be able to help him get it done.

But now, not only has it not been settled, but Wenxuan has also been found in several life-threatening lawsuits and was put in prison by the government.

The old man was anxious. Could it be that the coffin was in vain?

"Hurry, my pen and ink are at my service. I want to write a letter to the chief steward myself and ask him what's going on!"

The old man was anxious and angry, so he was helped out of bed and came to the table.

The fingers holding the pen were trembling, so that before I could write the first word, a drop of thick black ink fell on the paper.

The other Yang family members nearby all cast their expectant eyes on the brush held by the old man's trembling hand.

It's like a person on the verge of drowning seeing a floating board floating by.

The old man took a few deep breaths, tried to calm down his mind, then organized the words and wrote the letter as quickly as possible.

He folded the letter again, put it into letter paper, sealed it with wax, and gave it to the old housekeeper.

"Quickly, find a reliable person who can ride a horse and send it to Licheng overnight and hand it over to the chief steward."

Thousands of urgent letters were sent out overnight, and what followed was an anxious wait...

In the prison of Yuncheng.

Yang Wenxuan grabbed the prison fence made of wooden bars as thick as the child's arms, and tried his best to stretch his head out from the gap in the fence.

He yelled towards the exit at the other end of the corridor at the top of his lungs: "I am really unjust. I want to see your Lord Sheriff..."

Several jailers set up a table at the entrance of the corridor, with a few side dishes and two jugs of wine on the table.

That's right, these food and drinks were sent over by Yang Ruoqing.

With a warrant from the county governor, she disguised herself as a man and came here to visit the prison.

She entertained the jailers with good wine and good food, and then gave each of them five hundred coins. While they were eating food and drinking, she swaggered along the dark corridor to Yang Wenxuan's prison.

Hearing the footsteps coming this way, Yang Wenxuan was quiet for a moment, as if he was trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

When he found out that it was really coming towards him, he became even more excited as if he had been given a shot of blood.

"Sir, I was wronged. I have a grievance and I want to redress it..."

"Uncle Wenxuan, you are fine!"

A clear voice sounded, and a man with a handsome face dressed as a man stood in front of the cage, looking at Yang Wenxuan with a smile through the fence.

This voice...is a female?

Yang Wenxuan was startled for a moment, then squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the person in front of him.

The light in the cell was dim, and a pine oil torch was inserted into the grooves in the wall at intervals.

When the pine oil burns out, the entire cell will fall into endless darkness until dawn the next day.

At this moment, the pine oil torch was almost burning to the end, and the light was getting darker and darker.

Yang Wenxuan squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a while, then suddenly took a deep breath and asked in surprise: "Are you... the business daughter of the third family?"

Last time, a group of people from Lao Yang's family came to recognize their relatives, and the girl also came, dressed like a woman disguised as a man.

"My dear niece, you came just in time. Please think of a way to rescue me, uncle."

Yang Wenxuan begged Yang Ruoqing anxiously, looked around, and said: "It's really hard for people to live here, there are flies and mosquitoes everywhere, I have been bitten all over my body before I came in...

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Chapter completed!