"As Miss Luoyao said, I offended you a lot last time. I would like to offer you a cup of tea instead of wine. I hope we can turn our hostility into friendship. How about making friends?"
He Min stood up, took An Yiran's hand, and whispered in her ear: "If we really don't want to stay here, we'll leave."
An Yiran nodded.
"Ayi doesn't take it to heart. There's no need to make friends. It's just a chance encounter. You don't need to care." He Ruan answered for An Yiran and then pulled her away. An Yiran really didn't know how. Say no to others.
They don't want to interact with many people, and knowing so many human friends will only increase their troubles. Both of them know this very well. They are all just one of many living beings, with varying lengths of life.
"Master, do we still want to stay?"
"What's the point of staying now? Let's go."
Luo Yao saw Wei Xiaohui muttering a few words to the boy beside him and then suddenly looked troubled, and then hurriedly stepped forward and said: "It's Mr. Wei's fault today. My mother is seriously ill in bed and yet I rashly agreed to the girl's appointment. It’s really too abrupt, please allow Wei to take the first step.”
After saying this, Wei Xiaohui turned around and left without any intention of waiting for her answer.
Luo Yao thought of her frail mother, and didn't think much about it. She agreed and let Wei Xiaohui go home.
"Nanny, with so much food left, I'll have to eat leftovers for several days." Luo Mu's stomach couldn't hold more food, and she looked at the large table full of food with a sad look on her face.
But Luoyao no longer has such worries. Now that they have plenty of money, why bother living on scraps.
"Mom, we have money now and don't need to eat scraps anymore. Let's throw these away."
Luo Mu took her hand and said, "Then keep these. If you don't want to eat them, I will."
Luo Yao pushed her away, determined to throw her away. Luo Yao's mother followed her wherever she went.
"Mom, what are you going to do!" Luo Yao put the plates aside, and Luo Mu found the empty plates and covered them all.
"Mom just wants to tell you that you must never forget your roots as a human being. We were originally poor, but now that we have money, we must cherish every stitch."
"That's enough!" After hearing this, Luoyao lifted the plate to the ground and rushed out of the door. Luo Mu was left silently picking up the debris and the food on the floor.
Even though Luo Mu coughed so hard that her lungs almost came out, she never looked back. Why should she bow her head and admit her mistake every time?
Luo Yao couldn't bear to hear anyone say that she came from the slums, no matter who said it.
She is obviously wearing silk and satin now, so she is no different from those official ladies. It's obvious that their colored glasses are too heavy and they insist on dividing people into three, six or nine grades.
Luo Yao, who left, didn't realize what kind of seeds were sprouting in her heart.
"Hui'er is back. Have you found out more about it?"
"Both of them refused to let go and didn't ask anything."
Wei Long put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at the other man sitting next to him.
The two smiled in unison and then toasted to drink together.
"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you and follow you, Zheng Boqian."
Wei Xiaohui followed the man Wei Long called Uncle Zheng all the way. "My nephew, please give me some advice on what to do."
"Hey, what are you calling me, sir? Why should I be so unfamiliar with you? Your family and I are family friends, so just call me Uncle Zheng."
Wei Xiaohui bent down and said, "Uncle Zheng."
He patted Wei Xiaohui on the shoulder. The two of them were walking all the way out of the mansion. Judging from his attire, he was at least a fifth-grade official. Why wasn't there even a carriage to pick him up?
There was a woman holding an egg on her waist and hurriedly stepped forward, "Mr. Zheng, this is a little bit of kindness from a civilian woman. Please accept it!"
"You can't do it, you can't do it!" After the two pushed each other for a while, Zheng Baomin couldn't bear to hurt her enthusiasm and could only accept it.
Just two steps outside, another vendor came forward holding several pieces of cloth.
"Master Zheng, this outfit was probably a gift from the emperor before. I haven't bought any clothes for a long time. These batches of materials are the best that came out this time. You can use them to make clothes!"
"This is even worse. If I take it away, how can you still do business?"
"Oh, that's not what Mr. Zheng said. This kind of fabric is very expensive. We almost all stock it up for ourselves. Not many people will buy it."
"Thank you." Zheng Baomin clasped his fists.
"Lord Zheng is a good official for the people!"
"Without Mr. Zheng, our current life would not be possible!"
"yes!"
This statement aroused everyone's resonance. I don't know what great achievements he had made, but he was so remembered by the people.
Therefore, the enthusiastic people looked at what they had and were eager to dedicate it to Master Zheng.
Then Wei Xiaohui, who was squeezed out, looked confused and looked at Zheng Baomin who was surrounded inside.
"We all have to live, why give all this to Zheng? Don't you have children? Come on, take it back and give it to your children."
"Master Zheng, just accept it! We have wanted to repay you for a long time! The big guy said, right?"
"Yes!" Everyone shouted in unison.
"Oh, okay." Zheng Baomin waved, and the guards behind him stepped forward to help him carry his things.
"I still have official business to deal with, so I'll take the first step!"
People who heard this all made way for him, and there was a steady stream of praises coming from behind him.
Wei Xiaohui was shocked. His father was just a businessman. How could he know such an influential Master Zheng?
He could only follow in fear.
Until they saw the dilapidated door plaque, they had arrived at the location of their trip.
"Okay, you go down." Zheng Baomin waved and sent everyone around him away, leaving only him and Wei Xiaohui.
He specifically called everyone out and left him alone. It seemed that he had something to say to him. So Wei Xiaohui asked no more words if he wanted to go down too.
Zheng Baomin got up from the wooden chair. After standing up, he looked behind him. Wei Xiaohui followed him very sensibly.
Seeing no one around, he turned the flowerpot placed behind him. The wall immediately rotated, and they took advantage of the gap in the rotation to get to the other side of the wall.
On the other side of the wall are magnificent mountains and forests, small bridges winding over the water, and a group of carps squabbling at their feet, disappearing into the distance.
This is completely different from the upright official he looks like outside. Even the wealthy Wei family looks like a poor family compared to this place.
Walking to a pavilion, Zheng Baomin took Wei Xiaohui to sit down: "My dear nephew, sit down."
"I wonder why Uncle Zheng called his nephew here?"
"Your father and I have been friends for many years. I heard from him that you met a girl, and she had a bag full of Dongzhu."
