He wanted to ask Wei Shuo what was going on.
But not long after, a servant came over to deliver a message.
"Master, Wei Shuo, he's gone." The servant who delivered the message said tremblingly.
Wei Yong has a bad temper at home, and most servants are afraid of him.
"Gone? What do you mean?" Wei Yong's eyebrows shrank.
The messenger trembled in fright, then plucked up the courage and said, "We searched all over the place where we live, but we didn't see Wei Shuo. He disappeared."
"Look for it again."
Wei Yong waved his hand and asked the servants to leave.
An hour later, Wei Yong was basically certain that Wei Shuo had completely disappeared.
Disappeared silently.
What's even more puzzling is that none of Wei Shuo's personal belongings are missing. Even his personal waist knife is still hanging on the wall.
Wei Yong's heart was heavy and he was a little helpless.
These are troubled times, and no one knows what Wei Shuo's disappearance means.
Perhaps, an unpredictable storm is already brewing.
Changping Village.
That night, Yang Yongbai temporarily laid the floor in Lao Yangtou's house.
Last night, Lao Yang wanted to say a few words to Yang Yongbai and comfort his grandson, but obviously, Yang Yongbai didn't want to listen to that.
The world of men is not like that of women. If a woman encounters something troublesome, she will definitely call a group of women to sit together and discuss it over and over again.
Chat while standing, chatting while sitting, chatting while lying down, chatting while eating, chatting while shopping, and even when going to the bathroom, you have to chat with your companions across the door.
These over-and-over conversations are like fried leftover rice. They have no nutritional value at all, let alone provide effective and feasible suggestions.
But it is so strange. In the process of chatting over and over again, I took out the incident again and again, peeled it apart, analyzed it, studied and discussed it from all angles and depths...
The emotions that had troubled me before were slowly fading away through repeated discussions and comfort.
And what about men?
Maybe call a few friends to go drinking and singing together.
He never mentioned what happened to him.
But more often than not there is silence.
Just like Yang Yongbai, no matter what old Yangtou said, he didn't respond.
He was really impatient, so he said to Lao Yang: "Master, I'm fine, don't think too much, go to sleep!"
Old Yangtou was at a loss, so he had no choice but to sigh and give up.
Early the next morning, Yang Yongbai got up and went back to his old house to clean up the house.
Breakfast was eaten in the fourth room. The breakfast cooked by Liu's was very sumptuous, including a big bowl of sesame sauce mixed with dough.
A piece of dough is folded and stretched, just like a face towel, it is absolutely full.
"Yongbai, I'll call your fifth uncle and the others in the morning, and we'll help you clean it up together." Yang Huaming said while sucking the dough.
Yang Yongbai didn't even raise his head and just said: "Okay!"
Mrs. Liu was sitting next to her, holding a big bowl in her hand. For the first time, her attention was not on the food in the bowl, but on Yang Yongbai.
"Yongbai, tomorrow it will be you, Gongtou Qi, so will you go to the mountain to burn incense tomorrow?" she asked.
Yang Yongbai's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly.
"Fourth Aunt, why do you ask that? Do I look like I'm not going?" Yang Yongbai asked, a little amused.
Mr. Liu is also a boss who drags his intestines to the ground and says whatever is on his mind.
"Didn't I see that you were unhappy with Yongsong and Yanping last night?"
Yang Yongbai then used chopsticks to roll up a large lump and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it hard, swallowed it hard, then raised his eyelids again and said:
"When I come back, I will do the first seven for my grandpa. I will definitely go."
Mrs. Liu added: "People say that enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. If you go, then Yongsong and Yanping might be embarrassed to go?"
Yang Yongbai sneered: "Whether they two go or not, I will definitely go to the first seven of my father-in-law. If I don't go, I will be the bastard!"
Yang Huaming also raised his face from the noodle bowl and stared at them and said: "Their grandfather's first seven dare not come? Isn't he still a grandson? If he dares not to come, I will ask your third uncle to hold a village meeting later. Open the family tree again and drive those two unfilial people out of Changping Village!"
When Mrs. Liu heard this, her eyes gleamed.
"I think this will work!"
Then she moved closer to Yang Yongbai and said excitedly: "If we really kick him out, then your grandpa's house and fields will all belong to you. Then you can sleep in whichever house you want!" "
Yang Yongbai looked at Mrs. Liu with an idiot look, twitched the corner of his mouth, and didn't want to say anything else.
Yang Huaming kicked Ms. Liu under the table, "You talk a lot, can I eat your face?"
Mrs. Liu scolded Yang Huaming: "It's the skin but not the face, you silly old hater!"
"They're all the same, eat quickly and don't pester Yongbai." Yang Huaming said again, then grabbed the fried duck eggs with salty diced radish and soybeans from the plate on the table and brought it to Yang Yongbai.
"Here, take it out and mix it into a bowl. Eat it until you're full."
"Thank you, Uncle Fourth." Yang Yongbai said, pulling a chopstick into the bowl.
Yang Huaming smiled and said, "What's there to thank you for? Fourth uncle has no other abilities, so I can still feed you."
"Here, eat more duck eggs. I see you've been looking haggard these past two days."
Yang Huaming flicked his wrist, and more than half of the scrambled eggs on the plate fell into Yang Yongbai's bowl.
Ms. Liu was biting the end of her chopsticks and watching with envy. She also wanted Yang Huaming to take care of her like this. Unfortunately, Yang Huaming put the remaining half of the plate into his bowl without looking at Ms. Liu.
Mrs. Liu was so angry that she almost lost her chopsticks.
She finished the dough in the bowl with a vengeance, picked up the empty bowl and went to the kitchen angrily.
Before leaving, he gave Yang Huaming a fierce look.
After Mrs. Liu left, Yang Yongbai said to Yang Huaming: "Fourth uncle, fourth aunt seems to be annoyed with you, why don't you go and comfort her?"
Yang Huaming waved his chopsticks indifferently: "Your fourth uncle, I have been too lazy to coax women all my life. Good women don't have to coax. If you coax an ignorant woman to death and let her go to heaven, that's it!"
Yang Yongbai felt a little uncomfortable hearing this.
He thought of himself and his remarried ex-wife...
He thinks that he was very good to her in the past. He never beat or scolded her, but just did what she said.
Later, when he went to Baie Town and saw the lifestyle of his eldest cousin and his business friends, as well as their attitude towards family and wife and children when chatting, he gradually changed his mind.
I feel that a truly capable man should not just hang around his wife and children, guarding that one-third of an acre of land.
A capable man must do something big to give his wife and children a better life.
As for women, they have short vision and small plans, and sometimes stumble when he is making decisions, so he insists on his own way and does not listen to her advice.
Not only did he use all his family wealth to start a business, he also borrowed loan sharks from outside and poured money into it...
