Yang Ping'an pointed to the silver in his palm, then to the oil powder trio, and finally to the direction of the courtyard gate.

"Ah, Xiu Cai'an, you underestimate your brothers too much! Could it be that the brotherly love between you and me is only worth a mere five taels of silver in your eyes? ”

"How much do you say?"

"At least eight taels! Oops, big brother, why are you beating me again! Deng Wei hugged his head and looked at Yang Zhao aggrievedly.

Xie Tiancheng glanced at Yang Zhao, shifted two steps, and asked cautiously: "Ten taels?" Don't hit me! ”

Yang Ping'an didn't move, looked at Yang Zhao, and raised his eyebrows. The latter frowned, glared at Deng Wei and Xie Tiancheng fiercely, and then looked at Yang Ping'an angrily and did not speak.

Yang Ping'an chuckled, and found ten taels of silver, a total of fifteen taels in front of Yang Zhao.

"Humph!" Yang Zhao snorted coldly, his nostrils facing the sky, but his eyes glanced down as hard as he could, locking on two ingots of silver in Yang Ping'an's hand.

"Since you don't want it, then forget it."

"Who said no!" Just when Yang Ping'an pretended to take back the silver, Yang Zhao moved. With lightning speed, the sleeves swept in Yang Ping'an's palm, and then, Yang Ping'an once again witnessed the moment when the miracle happened.

"Fourth, my brothers forgive you this time, but there can't be a next time!" Yang Zhao dropped a sentence, turned around and strode away, Deng Wei and Xie Tiancheng glanced at Yang Ping'an, and hurriedly chased after him, constantly asking whether to go for a big meal first, or leave the stomach for the evening, and then find a Qinglou to have a good time.

Walking out of the gate of the Yang family, Xie Tiancheng grabbed Yang Zhao's sleeve and asked worriedly: "Big brother, should we just let the fourth child fall willingly?" ”

Yang Zhao sighed: "It's not that you haven't seen that the fourth child is now fascinated by that little widow, and he even has to turn his face with us." After all, we are brothers, and we can't sit idly by. I'm in charge, the fifteen taels of silver, let's leave five taels for the fourth, and wait until he kowtows and bleeds, and after he repents, let's give him the five taels again. ”

"Then, if you have ten taels of silver, it will definitely not be enough to go to Yichun Courtyard. Why don't we go and have a big meal first, and find a kiln at night at random. ”

Let's say that Yang Ping'an, after seeing the oil powder trio leave, hurriedly returned to the house.

Dong'er had already gotten up, stood at the table, and hurriedly said a blessing when she saw him, and said timidly: "The slave has seen Yang Gongzi." ”

Yang Ping'an was very unhappy, he bought Dong'er back, not because he wanted to buy slaves, but because he liked Dong'er. Since Dong'er took care of him for half a month, he had a sense of affection for this gentle and consultative girl.

For this world, he is a stranger, with no relatives and no friends. That's why he didn't hesitate to give the oil powder trio fifteen taels of silver, because he needed friends, and the oil powder trio gave him the feeling of friends.

He also did not hesitate to throw out twenty taels and snatch Dong'er from the Flower Pavilion, because he regarded Dong'er as a relative. After learning of Dong'er's tragic life, he cherished Dong'er more and more, and he hoped that Dong'er could become his own woman and be the mistress of the Yang family.

But Dong'er just wants to be a slave, a qualified slave who dutifully takes care of her master's daily life.

Yang Ping'an didn't force Dong'er, anyway, lonely men and widows live under the same roof, as long as they put a little thought into it, it will happen sooner or later, right?

When a family has a woman, it will be very different, and now Yang Ping'an has deeply realized this.

The Yang family has three tiled houses, but the two outer rooms are full of sundries...... Perhaps it would be more appropriate to say tattered. Dong'er's arrival soon cleaned up the other two, according to Yang Ping'an's plan, the middle one became the living room, and the left and right rooms were his own and Dong'er's bedrooms.

Although the distance between the two bedrooms is relatively long, Yang Ping'an believes that the distance will gradually disappear as time passes.

Dong'er is a virtuous woman, in two days, she cleaned up the inside and outside of the house, and Yang Ping'an spent two taels of silver to buy some cheap furniture, and for a while the house finally had the atmosphere of home.

Although the past two days have been extremely busy, tired and half dead every day, but looking at Dong'er's busy appearance, Yang Ping'an is in a good mood, and he feels like a newlywed couple arranging a new house.

Dong'er is also very happy, but her happiness will never be shown in front of Yang Ping'an. Yang Ping'an accepted her status as a slave and maid, and took good care of her, never touching her hands and feet, which made her feel like she was bitter. Her requirements for life are never high.

After cleaning up the house, in Dong'er's panic, Yang Ping'an stuffed the remaining ten taels of silver into her hand and handed it over to him for safekeeping. He is deliberately cultivating the consciousness of the master of the Winter Child.

This can be regarded as some kind of tuning and teaching!

After settling everything and seeing that Dong'er had adapted to life here, like a housewife, she did laundry, cooking, and housework, and Yang Ping'an began to start business.

First, he was forced and frightened to find manpower to build a slightly smaller tiled house in the open space in his yard, and then he bought a stone mill, wooden barrels, wooden planks and a large number of other miscellaneous things, and put them in the newly built tiled house.

When everything was ready, he let out a sigh of relief. He knew that his entrepreneurship in the Tang Dynasty was about to take a solid first step!

But before he can do that, he has one more thing to solve.

At dusk, the sunset was setting, Yang Ping'an walked out of the courtyard gate, and hooked his finger at a crooked-necked tree opposite: "Come here!" ”

"Young Master Yang, what a coincidence!" The turtle of the Flower Pavilion ran over with a huff, "Are you going out?" ”

"Why are you there? It can't be a passing by, right? ”

"Oh, Yang Gongzi is really intelligent, talented and quick-thinking, and the little one is indeed passing by, and he happened to meet Gongzi." Dunzi is very good at climbing along the pole, "Childe is free tonight?" ”

Yang Ping'an waved his hand: "Don't come with me!" Pass by? You're so strange passing by! Every morning at midnight, Shen departed, for several days, passing by under a tree for four hours? ”

Dunzi he The little one didn't dare to deceive the son, but the young girl was really worried about it, and now she didn't think about the tea and dinner for the son, and she was sick for a long time. I also hope that the son will pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and pity the young girl's infatuation with the child, so let's go to see the young girl. ”

Nima, there's no play yet! Yang Ping'an narrowed his eyes: "Do you think I look like Kaizi?" ”

"What is Kaizi?"

Yang Ping'an didn't bother to explain, and said to himself: "You go back and tell the old bustard that I have spent all the fifty taels of silver, tell her to die, don't hit my attention again!" ”

One is the name of the Qinglou, and the other is broken and splashed, if there is a strange fate...... Who would believe it? Anyway, Yang Ping'an didn't believe it. These days, he has repeatedly thought about the purpose of Liu Qingqing of the Flower Pavilion to invite him, and finally let him come up with it.

It must be that the old bustard felt sorry for the fifty taels, so he tempted himself with Liu Qingqing. When you are tempted by the other party's beauty, let alone fifty taels, I am afraid that you will not be able to smash the pot and sell iron, sell the house and sell the land!

After sending away the pier, Yang Ping'an closed the newly installed courtyard door, inserted the latch, and saw Dong'er walking out of the stove with two bowls of porridge: "Son, dinner is ready." ”

Yang Ping'an's requirements for eating are not too high, but coarse tea and light rice must be difficult to swallow. So since he had money and winter, the food at home has been very different. White rice and white noodles, meat and vegetables are matched, and there is meat every day. Anyway, there are only two people in the family, and it is only a few dozen dollars a day, and he can afford it.

The improvement of food is most obvious in Dong'er, the pale little face has recovered a lot of blood and ruddy, and even her complexion has improved.

But the quality of tonight's meal has dropped a lot.

There are two dishes on the table, one is leftovers from noon and the other is pickles. There is also a plate of steamed buns...... There are only two. Yang Ping'an looked at the rice porridge in front of him, and the chopsticks were picking up the boiled rice grains in it, and frowned.

"Why are there only two steamed buns?"

"Two is enough to eat." Dong'er sat opposite Yang Ping'an, her head down, and a pair of small hands holding the porridge bowl. This is also what Yang Ping'an requested, and the two of them ate at the same table because one person did not eat well.

"Why don't you eat it?"

"Slaves are not hungry."

"What are you doing with your bowl? Could it be that what you drink is different from what I drink? ”

Dong'er's body trembled, and her head was almost buried in the bowl: "Childe said and laughed, how could it be different if it was boiled out in a pot?" ”

"Ugh." Yang Ping'an sighed lightly and pushed the porridge bowl forward, "Dong'er, your ears will be red as soon as you lie, don't you know?" Say, is there no money left at home? ”

Just like he said, these people have already spent a little ten taels of silver to invite people, buy materials, build houses, change doors, etc., and only a little more than one or two pieces of silver are left in Dong'er's hands.

He didn't let Dong'er go out to sew for others, and he didn't go out to extort, resulting in no income at home. Dong'er is used to living a hard life and has always been diligent and thrifty, but Yang Ping'an has a bad mouth, wants to eat white rice and white noodles, and has no meat and no joy, so she can only deduct her own food to reduce every cost.

"Remember, you are the mistress of our house, and tell me when you don't have enough money. If you starve yourself like this, if you are hungry and your body is broken, who will take care of the affairs of the family for me? As he spoke, Yang Ping'an forcibly changed the porridge bowl of the two, and stuffed a steamed bun into Dong'er's hand, "Eat more, you want to raise it for nothing!" ”

Dong'er's face was hot, seeing Yang Ping'an drinking the bowl of gruel stained with her saliva without mind, and then looking at the rice porridge that Yang Ping'an had drunk twice in front of him, thinking of the words "hostess" and "raising white and fat", her face burned badly, but her heart was full of sweetness.

didn't want Yang Ping'an to see the flush on her pink cheeks, she buried her head in a small sip of porridge, but she only drank two sips, I don't know what to think, sadness suddenly welled up in her heart, and tears fell into the porridge......

"I wonder what kind of business Childe wants to do?" After dinner, Dong'er, who had packed up everything, gathered under the oil lamp to sew and mend clothes, and asked with some curiosity.

Yang Ping'an smiled: "Sell tofu!" "Drink and talk!"