Only this green, not disappointing the spring

Yang Wanxiu was secretly rejoicing in her grandmother's arms, but she didn't expect that the other party would give her a wake-up call!

She was so humiliated that she no longer had the courage to stay, so she quickly stood up, covered her face and left crying.

Mrs. Yang was so furious that she raised her hand and slapped Yang Zian!

How fast can a pampered woman move? It would be easy for Yang Zian to dodge if he wanted to.

But he didn't do that, and just endured it.

Mr. Yang had something to do and hadn't returned yet. If he had been there, he would definitely not have let things turn out like this.

Yang Zi'an, no, his name should be Zhongli Hongxuan, the illegitimate son of the Zhongli family, one of the nine great families in Kyoto, has never been a kind person who is easily bullied!

With the red handprints on his face, Yang Zian looked at his aunt with deep eyes.

"I believe I have always been polite and have never overstepped the boundaries. I wonder what I did wrong to make my aunt so angry? It has been less than three years since my mother passed away. How could a son like me who is sincerely mourning have the thought of getting married? This slap is my way of repaying my aunt for taking care of me during this period of time. I will move out after the new year."

Madam Yang was a little flustered. She hurriedly explained:

"Zi'an, it was because grandma was anxious today that she couldn't help but say a little more. Besides, our Da'an country has long changed the three-year mourning period to only one year, so you don't have to be too hard on yourself."

After saying that, he turned to look at his daughter-in-law, looking angry at her for not fighting back.

"Okay, go back to your yard. I wonder when you'll be more thoughtful in doing things!"

Yang left crying, covering her handkerchief. If the servants saw her, she didn't know what they would talk about.

Yang Zian suddenly felt that this home was very strange. The warmth he had felt before seemed like a dream, all illusory.

Madam Yang dismissed the servants again and said earnestly:

"Hongxuan, how could you be left with nothing? There is no deep hatred between father and son. If it's yours, we must work hard to get it. You've lost your temper, and it's been so long since the incident, so your anger should have subsided, right? Listen to your grandmother, return to Beijing immediately after the New Year, and be humble to your father..."

Yang Zian felt a chill in his heart. He looked at the woman in front of him with some disbelief, who had gray hair and looked kind.

"Grandmother, it was your daughter who died! She suffered all her life and died of depression at such a young age. Aren't you sad? For the sake of wealth and glory, can you really give up everything? Even your own flesh and blood?!"

Madam Yang was a little embarrassed. How dare a junior accuse her in front of her? Who was she doing this for? !

He slapped the coffee table beside him with his right hand and shouted:

"How dare you! How dare you be so rude to me! I, an old woman, have taken the trouble to plan for you, but you don't know how to appreciate it!"

Oh, that's ridiculous!

Yang Zian was too lazy to waste any more words. An old man who had lost his mind due to fame and wealth was not worthy of his emotional investment.

After leaning forward to salute, he turned around and left without any regrets. Even though Old Madam Yang was jumping up and down in anger behind him, he ignored her and roared with full energy. She was very strong!

After leaving, the first thing Yang Zian did was to send someone to look for the mansion. After all, he was just an outsider here, and he was naive before!

……

The atmosphere on Zhou Xiaoxi's side was full of joy.

She had originally planned to give the birthday gift she had prepared to Zhang Jiaojiao today, but since the two of them were going to work together, she had to be present in person on the other person's birthday no matter what.

Fortunately, the item was not big and was not noticeable in her bag.

When Zhou Xiaoxi and his three companions came out of the Zhang family's mansion, there was already a carriage waiting at the door.

I thought it was Manager Li, but when I saw the driver looked familiar, Zhou Xiaonan blurted out:

"Brother Hao? Why are you here?"

It was the servant who always stayed by Yang Zian's side.

At this time, Yang Zian had already opened the car curtain and stuck his head out, saying gently:

"I'll take you back."

Zhou Xiaoxi looked surprised, always feeling that something was not right with Yang Zian at this moment.

The carriage driven by the servant was very spacious, and Li Dali also got in.

There was a small charcoal basin in the middle of the carriage, which should be used in the carriage. It was covered with a copper protective cover with many holes for ventilation. The edge of the copper cover was locked with a small lock, obviously to prevent bumps.

The charcoal fire was burning brightly, so there was no need to worry about carbon monoxide poisoning, but Zhou Xiaoxi couldn't help but give a reminder:

"Brother Yang, when using this charcoal basin, remember to lift the car curtain from time to time, otherwise it will be bad for your health."

Yang Zian was silent for a while, and only said "OK" quietly, and nothing more. If it were any other time, he would definitely ask the truth.

Everyone noticed that something was wrong with him and looked at him with some concern.

Yang Zian perked up and took the initiative to speak:

"Xiaoxi, tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Can I spend it at your house?"

"Of course it's no problem, but Brother Yang, did you encounter any unpleasant things?"

Yang Zian was unwilling to discuss the details, and only said bitterly:

"I just realized that I don't have any family. It's more relaxing and enjoyable to be with you than to live under someone else's roof. So, will it bother you?"

Li Dali smiled and patted Yang Zian's back hard. It was not soft as expected, but actually strong and firm!

Wow, this kid is really a hidden talent!

"Young brother Yang, why are you being so polite! You can live with me. We are both grown men, so it won't be inconvenient! Cheer up, tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Only by keeping a good mood can you have good luck next year!"

Zhou Xiaonan nodded like a chick pecking at rice, with two little rabbits in her hair swaying back and forth, looking playful and cute.

Yang Zian's gloomy mood was soon swept away. He suddenly felt an impulse and asked:

"Xiaoxi, how about I buy a piece of land and build a house in your village? Will the village agree?"

There was no reason to refuse. There was plenty of wasteland in the village, but we were short of money.

Zhou Xiaoxi couldn't help but sigh: Oh, it's great to be rich, you can live wherever you want! When will she be able to live in her dream villa?

The carriage had no soundproofing effect, so Hao Shan, who was sitting on the shaft and driving the carriage, could hear everything clearly. So while driving the carriage, he silently planned in his mind where to find craftsmen, buy materials, and how to build the master's house as quickly as possible...

Absolutely loyal to the master.

When Mr. Yang returned home, he saw the letter left for him by his most proud grandson and was so angry that he overturned the desk.

The old lady was nearly sixty years old. She helped her maid to comfort her furious husband, but was slapped hard in the face by the furious old man Yang.

Suffering such a great humiliation, the old lady collapsed on the spot, knocking out Yang who was following behind her.

Well, it’s New Year’s Day, no one can expect to have a peaceful time.

Yang Wanxiu was confined to her room and had no chance to go out during the first month of the year. It was of no use lying in her room and crying until her pillow was wet.

You spent three thousand taels of silver without blinking an eye. Now I will cut off your monthly allowance for the next year, and I will not allow you to wear new clothes or jewelry. You can experience the feeling of being penniless!

After the New Year, a nanny will come to her house to teach her rules and etiquette. In short, the comfortable days will be gone forever.

As for Yang, her face was disfigured when she hit the ground with her side, and she might not even be able to come out to see guests. It was almost the same as being under house arrest.

It must be said that old ginger is still spicy. Mr. Yang's move is so clean and neat, I admire it!