Feng Yin and his wife sat down on the kang stove in the compartment, and Ding Zhencai sat quietly opposite them.

For a while, the three of them did not speak.

Feng Yin They were giving Ding Zhencai time to sort out their thoughts, and Ding Zhencai was digesting the ups and downs of the past few days.

The boy rubbed his face vigorously, and it took a lot of effort to start telling his story.

The Ding family is only a relatively small branch in Fucheng, and the owner of this branch is Ding Zhenyi's father, Ding Xincheng.

In order not to cut off contact with the main family, Ding Xincheng has been working hard to run his own business and make as much money as possible to support the development of the main line in the imperial capital.

In addition to Yaxianju, the Ding family also has a lot of other money to buy and sell.

It all started more than three years ago.

At that time, Ding Zhenyi was young and ignorant, and he didn't like to learn the pedantic things of those who cared.

He just wanted to learn business from his father and make a lot of money.

In the young man's opinion, no matter how high the status is, people will inevitably lack money, and isn't the main line of the Ding family the most ready-made example?

Therefore, Ding Zhenyi has set a goal for himself since he was a child, to earn money that no one in the world can do combined.

The young man felt in his heart that no matter what his identity was, it was not as happy as the money that could not be spent.

Therefore, during that time, the boy wanted to learn to trade with his father all day long, and try his best to become a qualified and capable businessman.

Especially after entering the school, the master cares about it every day, and he is beaten in the palm of his hand if he is not careful.

That kind of pain is really not something that Ding Zhenyu, a child who grew up in pampering, can bear.

At that time, Ding Zhencai fought wits and courage with his father at a young age, but he always failed, and he had to obediently go to school to study hard.

Things took a turn for the better about a year ago.

One day, Ding Zhencai came home from a day in the field with a few naughty classmates, and his father suddenly called him to the study and told him that he could give him a chance.

Ding Xincheng said: As long as Ding Zhenyi can open Yaxianju, which originally only had five branches, to 20 within three years.

Moreover, the average monthly profit of each family should not be less than 2,000 taels, and Ding Xincheng no longer cares whether he is enrolled in school or not.

Getting this opportunity, Ding Zhencai was like a general who had won a battle, and immediately bid farewell to his classmates and friends, and entered the restaurant industry to learn to deal with people and negotiate business with his father.

This was done for more than a year, until that day Zhang Yiming mentioned the incident.

Hearing this, Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming glanced at each other, but did not interrupt the young man's narration.

Ding Zhencai said this, probably because it was too uncomfortable, and there was a short pause.

The young man rubbed his face vigorously twice, and looked at the couple with red eyes: "Uncle, aunt, do you know what I saw when I went home?" ”

Feng Yin raised her eyebrows: "You don't say how do we know?" ”

Zhang Yiming didn't speak, but that expression was basically the same as Feng Yin's meaning.

"Hehehe."

Ding Zhenyan smiled bitterly, and tears came out of laughter.

He sniffed and said in a hoarse voice: "I saw my dad holding a swaddling baby and smiling at a baby about a month old, not to mention how happy." ”

"That doesn't mean anything at all, does it?"

Feng Yin looked at the young man in front of him, "There are a few boys in my family." ”

"But your children are all aunts and uncles."

Ding Zhenyu raised her hand and wiped her tears, "And I just gave birth to a house and then raised it by my mother's side." ”

Feng Yin: "......" is so bloody?

Zhang Yiming: "......" My mouth has never been opened.

The husband and wife didn't speak, but they looked at each other, and they both saw helplessness and a thick sense of immediacy in each other's eyes.