In March, the sea breeze is very gentle, and the breath of chūn days occupies all the stage, and an unknown small yellow flower blooms in the mountains, and every household uses the petals of this flower to make tea and drink, while drinking, while chatting with the neighbors outside the door. Therefore, walking on the street of Lanzhou Port, you can always smell the faint fragrance, which is not quiet or greasy, but pure and pure, which makes people feel very peaceful.

And at night, when the chūn rain often comes, it sneaks into the night with the breeze, silently moistening the land, so that the black eaves of the entire city and the bluestone pavement on the street are covered with a layer of misty water.

The light rain gently fell on the tarpaulin outside the grocery store, and it didn't make much noise, but only washed off the shallow layer of ash, making the store look much more beautiful. But the grocery store was not open today, Fan Xian informed the old lady, and secretly came to the store, peeling peanuts while drinking wine with Wuzhu.

The people in Earl Beppu should know that he likes to come to the grocery store, but they all think that the young master is just greedy for the good wine that the blind man brews himself. On the one hand, it is because Fan Xian is really good at wine, and on the other hand, it is because he needs a more effective excuse. Although it is impossible for him to completely avoid the gaze of others in his relationship with Wuzhu, he is still more careful.

The kitchen knife rests on the cutting board, the cutting board is dry, and there are no crumbs on the blade, it seems that it has not been used for a long time.

The sound of peanut shell pinching sounded, Fan Xian threw one into his mouth, chewed slowly, until he chewed all the dried fruits into a fragrant paste, then picked up the small porcelain cup the size of three fingers in front of him, brought it to his lips and drank it.

What I drank today was not rice wine, but tribute wine sent from Kyoto, and the degree was a little high, which made Fan Xian find a trace of Wuliangye.

He was not in a hurry to ask questions, because he knew that Uncle Wuzhu was a very simple person and would not let himself wait for a long time.

Wuzhu did not sit opposite him, but held a bowl of rice wine, and sat in a dark corner of the room, and a faint voice rang out.

"Miss's surname is Ye, and her name is Ye Qingmei. I was her domestic servant, and many years ago, my lady and I came out of the house......"

Ye Qingmei ......" Fan Xian knew his mother's name for the first time, inexplicably, his heart was warm, he smiled and drank another glass of wine, and did not ask very interestingly...... Where is home, if Uncle Wuzhu is willing to sue sù himself, he will definitely sue sù himself.

"We lived in Dongyi City for a few years. The young lady is naturally smart, understands everything, and has a compassionate heart, so since she was fifteen years old, she began to do business in Dongyi City, but because she was too young, she just hid behind the scenes, and let the shopkeeper pretend to be the owner. ”

Fan Xian's hand holding the wine glass paused in mid-air, and he couldn't help but ask, "What does business have to do with compassion?" He was not curious about why his mother was born smart, why he could make money in business at the age of fifteen, because over the years, he had already guessed that his mother must not be a character who could be inferred by common sense.

Wuzhu replied in a very cold voice: "Because Miss has a lot of pity for the world, so she likes to do good deeds, when Dongyi City was flooded, it was Miss who opened the porridge shop the most, and if you want to do good deeds, you must have money, so Miss began to think of ways to make money." ”

Fan Xian nodded, agreeing with this logic.

"Business is doing very well, and gradually some people find out that the owner behind the shop is Miss, so some people started to make up their minds, and then they were all killed by me. ”

Wuzhu said very plainly, but Fan Xian knew that the situation must have been very tense at that time, since Uncle Wuzhu said that the business was doing very well, it must be doing very well. The so-called guilt, a fifteen-year-old woman with such a large family property is indeed easy to trigger the ambition of the unscrupulous people in the world. However, thinking of a peerless powerhouse who was a bodyguard for his mother, Fan Xian let go of his heart that had no reason to bring it up.

He suddenly thought of something, frowned and asked, "My mother's surname is Ye, could it be that the business name you opened at that time was the Ye family?"

"Yes. ”

"It's actually the Ye family!" Fan Xian's face was full of surprise: "I've heard this name said, legend has it that more than ten years ago, the Ye family was the number one business in the world, but I didn't expect it to be my mother's industry." ”

"I don't know how big the Ye family's business is. Wuzhu said calmly: "That's not part of my job. The young lady thought that I had killed too many people, so she ended her business in Dongyi Castle and came to Keongkook to live in Kyoto. ”

Fan Xian felt that things should not be so simple, he sold the career of Dongyi City and came to Qingguo, there must be a better reason to make a move.

Gotake continued, "After the young lady came to Kyoto, she started doing business again, and she did a good job again. Later, I met some people, including Sinambo. Everyone seemed to listen to her, and according to her ideas, they were ready to do something and change some things, which caused a conflict of interest with the princes and nobles of Qingguo. ”

Wuzhu paused, "Once Qingguo was fighting with the west, the defense force in Kyoto was empty, and it happened that something big happened again, I was not in Kyoto, and there were some problems with the strength that Miss could rely on...... The young lady was killed by those princes and nobles. When I rushed back to the Taiping Courtyard, I only rescued you, and then I carried you to Shanzhou. ”

Fan Xian is very clear about this matter, and he also knows that those "enemies" have been killed as early as ten years ago, and the person who presides over revenge should have nothing to do with the cheap father and the Supervision Yuan.

The long silence made the sound of rain outside the grocery store all the more clear.

"It's over?" Fan Xian asked with a frown, thinking that his mother's life could be summed up in just a few words? What business she did and what did she do that could make the princes and nobles of the entire Qingguo deal with her, why did the famous teacher Fei Jie of the Supervision Yuan look extremely respectful when he mentioned his mother?

"Basically...... Finished. Wuzhu pondered his words.

Fan Xian sighed, confirming that Uncle Wuzhu was indeed not a good storyteller, and a wry smile appeared on his beautiful face, knowing that he still had to ask himself.

"What business does my mother do?"

"Luxury goods, ordnance, ships, food, basically whatever you make money. ”

Wuzhu replied very casually, but Fan Xian was startled when he heard a term, the experience of the two lives made him understand very well that people who can do this kind of business generally have a great background behind them, and an orphan girl like her mother can actually start from scratch to such a terrible Cheng Dù.

"What about these businesses after my mother's death?" This is what Fan Xian is most interested in, after all, according to the laws of Qingguo, he should be the only heir to this huge inheritance.

Later, I heard that all the Ye family's business was collected into the Qingguo treasury. ”

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and shook his head, it turned out to be a royal business, and he immediately cut off the absurd idea of fighting a lawsuit to beg for family property, and said with a smile instead: "The name Ye Qingmei must have been very popular back then, I heard that when my mother entered Kyoto, she beat up the commander of the Kyoto garrison." ”

The oil lamp in the room flickered on and off, and when he heard Fan Xian's words, Wuzhu seemed to remember something from the past, and the corners of his lips were a little rusty, revealing a gentle smile.

Fan Xian's wrist stiffened, the small porcelain cup fell to the square table, and he shouted in his heart: "Laugh...... He actually laughed!"

(Sister Lin went.) ）

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