Yan Yingzhou glanced at him, as if he was looking at a clown who jumped off the beam.

"There are seven pairs of chopsticks scattered in the courtyard, and there are dozens of horseshoe prints at the fork in front of you to the left, and several horseshoe prints are deeper than the ones next to them."

"There is an iron pot outside the courtyard, and the firewood at the bottom of the pot has not yet burned out. There was no trace of a fight around, and it should have been the bandits who left on their own initiative. ”

"Master Yao," he said coldly, "what else do you want to ask?" ”

Ruan Si urged worriedly: "Husband, let's go find my sister-in-law, we should ...... now."

"You should have entered the mountains," Yao Yu shook his head and said, "The mountains here stretch, there are thousands of mountains, and you want to find someone like looking for a needle in a haystack." ”

Ruan Si ignored him and frowned: "After all, there will be clues left, let's go quickly!" ”

Yan Yingzhou glanced back at Yao Yu, "Lord Yao, farewell." ”

"Brother Yan is good to go, if there are new clues, the official will definitely send someone to inform ......"

Ruan Si walked out of the temple gate quickly, leaving Yao Yu's voice far behind.

"Husband, we ......"

She just wanted to discuss with Yan Yingzhou, but was stopped by a cold eye.

Yan Yingzhou looked at her with a cold expression.

"As I said, it's not an example."

Her heart shrank suddenly, as if someone had stabbed her in the heart.

"I ......" Ruan Si gritted his teeth and said reluctantly, "Let's go and save my sister-in-law first, and I'll explain other things to you later." ”

Yan Yingzhou turned over on his horse, glanced at Jin Ling'er and said, "Send your young lady back." ”

"Yan Yingzhou, I'll go with you to find someone," Ruan Si hurriedly said, "I was deceived by Yao Yu halfway before, and I will tell you carefully on the way." ”

"I can't find it."

Yan Yingzhou's voice was terrifyingly indifferent, as if he was talking about something inconsequential.

Ruan Si looked up at him, only to feel that the man who was high above was very strange, as far away as Dingbo Hou in his previous life.

"You, go back."

Before he could finish speaking, he whipped down with a heavy whip, and the horse neighed in fright, and went away all the way.

Yan Yingzhou's words were not wrong.

Ruan Si insisted on following the horseshoe prints to the mountains and forests, but he could no longer find any trace of the group.

She was not at home today, and a big business suddenly came to the shop, and the silver bottle couldn't get an idea for a while.

The housekeeper of the Zhong family came in person, saying that he wanted to clean up the lotus pond in the backyard and wanted to hire a few people to go back and help.

But Zhong Erye went to the Yan family to make trouble, and Yinhua'er had palpitations, and he was quite afraid of this door-to-door business.

The butler did not urge, but smiled kindly, and took out a few ingots of silver and put them on the counter.

"The pool has been soaked in mud for more than ten years, and the smell is enough to bear, if the brothers are not afraid of smoking, they can take the silver."

The eyes of the men in the store were straight.

"Bottle girl, it's okay, let's go back as soon as we go."

"That is, after finishing this big order, we don't have to start work for a few months."

"Hey, don't rob me, I have to go. I don't want to pour incense for the little widow tonight. ”

……

Everyone was gearing up, vying to go to the Zhong family to work.

When the silver bottle was not easy to brush their minds, and when they were quite embarrassed, Feng Shaoyu stood up and said, "Have you forgotten the big boss being beaten by the board?" ”

Ruan Si was beaten by Zhong Erye for no reason, and everyone was indignant about her at that time.

Feng Shaoyu said angrily: "They beat our big boss's ass, what kind can they have now?" ”

The crowd was silent, and soon someone retorted, "But how can we not get along with silver when we open our doors to do business?" ”

"Crazy, forget if you don't go, anyway, when your wife has no money to see a doctor, don't come to your brother to borrow money."

The housekeeper raised his hand with a smile and said, "Let's go, the tea and snacks are enough, and I still have a full meal at night." ”

He said this, and everyone had no reason not to be moved, and they went out with the butler.

"Stop! Come back to Lao Tzu! ”

No one cared if he shouted and cut his throat, and there were only two thin teenagers left in the store.

Feng Shaoyu was so angry that the roots of his teeth itched, and the silver bottle pulled the corner of his clothes, and whispered, "Forget it." ”

"Son," a skinny old woman walked into the store carrying a cloth bag, "Mother made steamed buns today, and I'll give you some." ”

As soon as Aunt Feng entered the house, the anger on Feng Shaoyu's face disappeared.

"Mother! Why are you here, resting at home, and what are you doing steamed buns? ”

He grumbled, and carefully pulled his mother in and sat down.

The silver bottle poured a cup of tea for the old man, and said with a smile: "Auntie, the sun is poisonous outside, you can drink some tea to relieve the heat." ”

Aunt Feng narrowed her eyes, stared at her for a long time, and asked, "Son, this is the bottle girl you said, right?" ”

Feng Shaoyu's old face turned red and said loudly: "Mother, what are you talking about!" I couldn't understand a word. ”

"Huh?" Aunt Feng was puzzled, "The bottles you talk about at home all day long, girl, have confused your mother." ”

He turned his back, not daring to look at the silver bottle.

"Oh my mother!"

Feng Shaoyu deliberately said in a rough voice: "Didn't you say that you came to send me steamed buns?" ”

"Look at my memory, what about your brothers, call them out and eat a piece."

Aunt Feng untied the cloth bag, revealing the white and chubby steamed buns inside.

Feng Shaoyu snorted and said, "Don't pay attention to those dog things." Come, girl, try my mother's handiwork. ”

Without saying a word, he stuffed several steamed buns into the silver bottle.

The silver bottle couldn't cry or laugh, and Aunt Feng said embarrassedly: "I'm used to making big noodles steamed buns, and I don't pay as much attention to what you girls in the city eat." ”

"Auntie," she shook her head and smiled, "I'm just afraid that I'll let go of my belly and eat it, and I'll be laughed at by my young lady when I go back." ”

Aunt Feng's expression was happy, she pulled the silver bottle and looked at it carefully, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt delicate and lovely.

"Bottle girl, you go back to our house next time, the eldest lady will make you brown sugar steamed buns to eat, and starve my bastard to death."

Feng Shaoyu scratched his head and said, "Mother, don't be busy, go home and rest." ”

Yinhua'er also smiled and said, "Yes, auntie, if you are tired, your son will not be distressed?" ”

The two sang and harmonized, how did Aunt Feng look at it and feel happy.

"Good, good. I'll just come and see you. She said with some emotion, "My son has finally grown up and has a serious job." ”

"Girl," she said, taking the silver bottle again, "my son has a quick temper, but he is not bad-tempered, and if he offends anyone, tell me." ”

As she spoke, she wiped away her tears and said, "It's not okay for me to kneel down to make amends, as long as you don't drive my son out again." ”

Feng Shaoyu lost his temper and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Which turn will you kneel, is your son that kind of person? ”

The mother and son were talking nonsense again, and the silver bottle felt helpless on the side, and finally persuaded Aunt Feng.

Before leaving, Aunt Feng repeatedly begged Yinhua'er to take care of Feng Shaoyu, and asked her to come to sit on the door another day.

The silver bottle was thin and couldn't hang up, so he had to smile and respond one by one.

"My mother is old and confused, don't take what she says to heart."

Although Feng Shaoyu said this, he couldn't help but beat the drum in his heart.

Yinhua'er looked at the steamed buns piled up on the table and made a mistake: "We will divide the steamed buns into one point, and when they come back, everyone will get a share, right?" ”

Feng Shaoyu immediately jumped out to protect his baby steamed buns.

"That's not going to work! How can the big fat steamed buns made by my mother be eaten by those unrighteous grandchildren? ”

Yinhua'er was angry and funny, "Okay, okay, no one else eats, you can eat enough alone." ”

As a result, those people really didn't come back.