Tao Xing is no longer worried about her daughter, and now her goal is only to kill the scumbag.

She returned to the capital, infiltrated Zhang's mansion one night, killed Zhang Junye with her own hands, and left a bloody letter stating Zhang Junye's murder of his wife and daughter.

The squire's daughter was very sad and didn't believe that what was written in the blood book was true.

But the squire believed.

He specially sent someone to Zhang Junye's hometown to investigate and put the facts in front of his daughter.

In the face of the facts, the maid's daughter couldn't help but believe that the man she fancied was another Chen Shimei.

The squire's daughter was sad.

But fortunately, she and Zhang Jun don't have children yet.

Otherwise, she and her family don't know how to treat Zhang Junye's child.

A year later, the squire's daughter married someone else, and Zhang Jun was forgotten by everyone.

……

Jia Huan's stall this time is no longer in the capital.

He left the capital and headed south.

If you think the scenery is good and interesting, you will stay for a while.

Otherwise, he would have set up a stall in one town for three days.

On this day, Jia Huan's stall came to an existence similar to that of Tao Xing.

But this one's strength is much weaker than that of Tao Xing, and its body is fluctuating, and when the night wind blows, it is almost blown away.

Jia Huan gave this one a bowl of mutton soup.

Suspicious, he took the mutton soup bowl and was surprised to find that he could actually touch it.

Can he drink the broth in there?

This one only tried to take a sip of the soup.

I can drink it! And it's delicious!

This one drank the bowl of mutton soup with great joy and cherishment.

After drinking it all, this one remembered that he had no money to pay for the broth.

Jia Huan: "You can let your son pay for it."

The one was surprised: "My son?"

Jia Huan: "Don't you still have something to tell your son? You can go to him tonight."

This one: "Huh?"

This one floated away in a daze and drifted to his own home.

His son had fallen asleep.

This one floated in front of his son, not knowing how to speak to him.

Do you want to wake up your son?

But he can't even touch his son!

And, after waking up his son, will he be able to see him?

This is only distressed.

He tentatively reached out to touch his son, and suddenly, a suction force came from his son, and his eyes flashed, and the surrounding environment changed.

"Daddy!" He saw his son call himself in surprise.

This one suddenly reacted to his heart, and now he is in his son's dream.

If you have anything to say, tell your son quickly.

This one said, "Son, listen to me. I've made some money over the years and buried it under a big tree in the yard. You remember to dig up the money. In addition, I owe the owner of the food stall in the east of the city money for a bowl of mutton soup, you remember to help me pay it back. That stall will only come out at night, and you can go ......back when it gets dark."

After saying what he wanted to say, the figure turned into a surging figure and disappeared.

His wish has been fulfilled and he has automatically gone to the underworld.

The son woke up from his bed, and the words of his father from the dream remained in his mind with great clarity.

The son wants to start a business, but he has no capital.

If the dream is true, and the father really keeps the money, then he has the capital.

The son couldn't sleep anymore, so he lit the oil lamp, took a hoe to the yard, and began to dig the earth.

Digging about half a meter deep, he dug up a small wooden box.

The son moved the box into his house and opened it with anticipation.

He was not disappointed, and inside was a box full of silver ingots.

Count it, and it's two hundred taels.

That's a lot of money!

Not only do business

With the capital, you can buy another shop.

The son was very happy and remembered his father in his dreams.

This is my father's dream!

Father's words must be heard.

He said that he owed the owner of the food stall in the east of the city a lot of money, so he had to help his father pay it back, and he had to pay back double the money.

The son excitedly waited until dawn and immediately went to the shop to buy goods.

He had already made a plan, but he had no capital to do so, so he didn't implement it.

Now that he has money, his son did most of the preliminary work in just one day.

In the evening, the son remembered his father's advice to him, and hurried to the east of the city with his purse.

Walking on the deserted street, the son was a little scared.

The stall opened at this time can't be a stall opened by some demons and monsters, right?

Thinking about the identity of his father Ah Piao, the son was even more scared.

But their father and son are honest people, and the money they owe to others must be repaid.

The food stall with the lantern was very conspicuous, and the son saw the stall at a glance.

The warm yellow light illuminates the world in the dark night, bringing people peace of mind and warmth.

The son's heart couldn't help but settle down.

Since my father wants to come by himself, there should be no danger.

A father will not push his son to die.

The son walked up to Jia Huan, took out a small piece of silver, and handed it to Jia Huan.

"Boss, my father drank a bowl of mutton soup from you last night. I'll pay for him." The son said respectfully.

Jia Huan took the silver and said to his son with a smile, "My food here is very delicious, do you want to have a taste?"

"No......" The son wanted to refuse, but in the face of Shang Jia Huan's smile, somehow, the words of refusal could not be spoken, "Then, then just bring me a piece of food."

Jia Huan's smile widened: "I especially recommend assorted rice balls today, can you eat them?"

Son: "Come, have a bowl."

"Okay, wait a minute."

The son let out a long breath and walked to the table and sat down, hand in hand.

After a while, Jia Huan held a bowl of colorful rice balls in front of his son.

The son picked up the spoon with trembling hands, and put a rice ball in his mouth under Jia Huan's burning gaze.

Chew on it.

My son's eyes widened.

Delicious! It's so delicious!

It's a delicacy I've never tasted before!

The son no longer cares whether the owner of this small stall is a demon or not, as a foodie, he is devoted to this rice ball.

After a while, the rice balls were eaten up.

Son: "Boss, another bowl."

Jia Huan refused with a smile: "No, guest, if you eat too much glutinous rice food at night, you will accumulate food, and you will not sleep well."

Son: "......"

Facing Jia Huan's smiling face, his son was cowardly.

He took out his purse from the heart, paid for the rice balls, and left quickly.

Jia Huan tossed the broken silver in his hand and retracted it in his sleeve.

It's time to close the stall.

When my son woke up the next day, he found that he was full of energy and that his fatigue had been swept away.

He was stunned, and didn't think about the food he ate last night, he just thought that he was in good spirits on a happy occasion.

He continued to devote himself to the preparation of the business.

Today's efficiency is better than yesterday's, and the preliminary preparations can be completed in just a few moments.

In a few days, his business will be open.