Time for a cup of tea,
The entire secret room was silent.
Yang Yan kept winking at Yang Wei, but Yang Da seemed not to notice, looking at him with his eyes, nose and heart.
When he saw that everyone was not as he said when he came, Yang Yan was furious and thought that I would risk my life now. He picked up the tea and took a sip to calm down his shock, then bravely said:
"Second brother, what you said is wrong!
Now that Li Shimin has ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, our lives in the Yang family will be like walking on thin ice. The position of the heir apparent depends on fortune and misfortune. No one knows what we will face next!
You know how I treat Ming'er on weekdays. But now it is related to the survival of the family, and Ming'er can't be found for a while. The Yang family has no one to call the shots, it is like a piece of loose sand, allowing others to slaughter it!
If the late emperor was in power, it wouldn't matter if you were depressed on weekdays. At this critical moment, if you still can't come forward and don't let Ker come out and become the heir, then I won't be happy!
I, I, I suggested that even the head of the family should be changed! "
Yang Yan, a man who came from the battlefield, sat down angrily after finishing his words. He did not dare to look at Yang Xiong for fear that his eyes would be poisonous.
In fact, since Li Yuan's downfall, Yang Xiong has been restless these days. He lacks an opportunity to get in touch with Li Shimin.
That's why Yang Ming personally went to Khitan to trade grain, quietly transferred supplies with the Wu family, and prepared to do all-out disaster relief, intending to leave a good impression on Li Shimin. . .
The meeting was short;
Still a little unpleasant.
After the meeting, in addition to Yang Da, Yang Ke and his son, Yang Yan and the housekeeper Yang Shan were left behind.
At some point, Yang Xiong took out a secret letter from his back with a bunch of keys on it. After stepping off the low table, he handed it directly to Yang Da.
"Brother! Pack your luggage and set off tomorrow. Take Ke'er and the others to Jiangnan! The industries there have been operating for decades, which is enough for us to make a comeback.
Third brother, you also inform Miao'er to evacuate from Yanzhou as soon as possible. Our family lacks nothing but a small number of people. We can no longer sacrifice our lives for the sake of the Li family in vain! "
Yang Yan was still angry at the meeting just now. He glared at Yang Da and said dissatisfiedly:
"Brother, when you act, you have to do the whole thing. Why don't you cooperate with me and my second brother? I'm the only one who speaks out, so you're not afraid of me ruining the performance?!"
Yang Da still had no intention of paying attention to Yang Yan. After reading the secret letter silently, he sighed:
"Father and son go into battle, brothers fight tigers!
I can't act in this play, and I don't want to act in it!
After Miao'er comes back, let the two brothers Ke'er and Miao'er go to Jiangnan! I will not let the second child face those new families in Daizhou alone! They dared to even move Ming'er, so they must be unable to escape this bloody storm. . . "
Baihu Village,
In a dark wooden house.
"Brother Ergouzi, is there a carpenter in the village?"
Ever since Yang Ming moved into Baihu Village, Ergouzi appeared in his wooden house frequently every day, and almost moved to the outhouse to live with Xiaocui.
"There are not many blacksmiths in the stockade, but there are quite a few carpenters. I am the youngest carpenter in the stockade."
Yang Ming stared at Er Gouzi suspiciously. Can he be a carpenter with this careless appearance?
"Uh! Have you ever seen the wheelchair that Zhuge Pifu sits in in The Romance of the Three Kingdoms? Can you help me tinker with one? I want to go out for a walk by myself. I've been feeling sick these past few days!"
Ergouzi scratched his head, thought for a while and said:
"Mr. Yang, why don't you draw a picture of what you want to make and show it to me! I don't even know what the Zhugefu and the wheelchair you just mentioned are, and I don't know what they look like!"
Yang Ming was like an ignorant young man. He walked around Ergouzi and said in shock:
"Isn't this the first year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty? Are there no storytellers in wine shops and markets now? The Chronicle of the Three Kingdoms is a book from the Western Jin Dynasty. It's impossible that you haven't read it!"
Er Gouzi felt that chatting with this second-generation ancestor was a bit too much, so he pretended to be serious and leaned by the window to watch Xiaocui who was working in the outer room.
The small and exquisite figure was facing away from him at this time, and the posture of bending down to tidy up the quilt was in sharp contrast to Yang Ming, who was lying half dead on the bed. . .
Seeing that Ergouzi ignored him for a long time, Xiaocui wanted to avoid embarrassing the young master. Then he stopped what he was doing and said playfully:
"Young Master, generally only outstanding disciples from aristocratic families have the opportunity to ask a teacher to read and write. For people like us who have to work every day to fill their stomachs, it is great to be able to pick out a literate person..."
