In Danzhou in March, the sea breeze is very gentle, and the breath of spring occupies all the stage. An unknown little yellow flower blooms all over the mountains. Every household uses the petals of this flower to make tea and drink it. While drinking it, they chat with neighbors outside their homes. So when walking on the streets of Danzhou Port, you can always smell the faint fragrance, which is neither quiet nor greasy, but it is pure and makes people feel very peaceful.

At night, when spring rain often comes, it sneaks into the night with the breeze, silently nourishing the land, covering the black eaves of the entire Danzhou City and the bluestone pavement on the street with a hazy layer of water.

The drizzle gently fell on the cloth outside the grocery store, without making much noise, but washed away the shallow layer of dust, making the store look much more energetic. But today the grocery store did not open again. Fan Xian informed the old lady and secretly came to the store, peeling peanuts while drinking wine with Wuzhu.

People in the Earl Beppu should know that he likes to come to the grocery store, but they all think that the young master is just greedy for the good wine made by the blind man himself. On the one hand, it is because Fan Xian is indeed good wine, and on the other hand, it is because he needs an excuse to make a better move. Although it is impossible for him to completely avoid other people's gazes in his relationship with Wu Zhu, he is still more careful.

The kitchen knife was placed on the cutting board. The cutting board was dry and there was no dish scraps on the blade. It seemed that it had not been useful for a long time.

The sound of the peanut shell being pierced and Fan Xian threw a piece into his mouth and chewed it slowly until he chewed all the dried fruits into fragrant paste. He then picked up three small porcelain cups in front of him, and sent them to his lips and drank them with a slight sound.

What I drank today was not rice wine, but tribute wine sent from Kyoto. The degree was a bit high, which made Fan Xian find a hint of Wuliangye.

He was not in a hurry to ask questions because he knew that Uncle Wuzhu was a very simple person and would not let himself wait for a long time.

Wu Zhu did not sit opposite him, but sat in a dark corner of the room with a bowl of rice wine. A faint sound began.

"Miss's surname is Ye, and her name is Ye Qingmei. I am her servant. Many years ago, the lady and I came out of the house..."

"Ye Qingmei..." Fan Xian knew his mother's name for the first time. Inexplicably, his heart felt warm. He smiled and drank another glass of wine. He didn't ask... Where is the home? If Uncle Wu Zhu was willing to tell him, he would definitely tell him.

"We lived in Dongyi City for a few years. The lady is born smart, knows everything, and has a compassionate heart. So she started doing business in Dongyi City when she was fifteen years old. It was just because she was too young, so she just hid behind the scenes and let the shopkeeper pretend to be the boss."

Fan Xian's hand holding the wine glass was in the air, and he couldn't help asking, "What's the relationship between doing business and compassion?" He was not curious about why his mother was born smart and why she could do business and make money at the age of fifteen. Because over the years, he had long guessed that his mother must not be a person who could be inferred by common sense.

Wu Zhu replied in a cold voice: "Because the lady pity the world for many worries, she likes to do good deeds. When Dongyi City was flooded, the most common porridge shop was the lady. If she wanted to do good deeds, she had to be rich, so the lady began to find ways to make money."

Fan Xian nodded and recognized this logic.

"The business is doing very well, and gradually some people found out that the boss behind the shop was a lady, so some people started to make ideas, but later I killed them."

Wu Zhu said it very plainly, but Fan Xian knew that the situation must be very nervous at that time. Since Uncle Wu Zhu said that the business was doing well, it must be very good. The so-called guilty of possessing a treasure, a fifteen-year-old woman with such a large family property is indeed easy to arouse the ambitions of unscrupulous people in the world. However, when she thought of a peerless strong man as a bodyguard for her mother, Fan Xian fell into his heart for no reason.

He suddenly thought of something and frowned and asked, "My mother's surname is Ye. Could it be that the business you opened at that time was the Ye family?"

"yes."

"It's the Ye family!" Fan Xian looked surprised: "I heard people say this name. Legend has it that more than ten years ago, the Ye family was the number one business in the world, but I didn't expect it to be my mother's industry."

"I don't know how big the Ye family's business is." Wuzhu said calmly: "That doesn't belong to my work area. The lady thought I killed too many people, so she ended her business in Dongyi City, came to Qingguo, and started living in Kyoto."

Fan Xian felt that things should not be that simple. After selling off his career in Dongyi City and coming to Qingguo, he always had to have a relatively reasonable reason to take action.

Wuzhu continued: "After the lady came to Kyoto, she started doing business again and did a good job. Later, she met some people, including Si Nanbo. Everyone seemed to listen to her and according to her ideas, she was ready to do something and change something, which led to a conflict of interests with the princes and nobles of Qing State."

Wuzhu paused, "Once, Qingguo was fighting with the west, and the defense power in Kyoto was empty, and something happened to happen. I was not in Kyoto, and there was something wrong with the power that the lady could rely on... The lady was killed by those princes and nobles. When I rushed back to the Taiping Villa, I only saved you and then brought you to Danzhou."

Fan Xian is very clear about this matter, and also knows that those "enemy" had been killed ten years ago. The people who presided over the revenge should have nothing to do with the cheap father and the Supervisory Office.

The long silence made the sound of rain outside the grocery store particularly clear.

"It's over?" Fan Xian asked with a frown, thinking that his mother's life was summed up in just a few simple sentences? What did she do in the business that could allow the princes and nobles of the entire Qing Kingdom to deal with her? Why did the famous Supervisory Office teacher Fei Jie seem extremely respectful when he mentioned his mother?

"Basically... it's over." Wu Zhu pondered the words.

Fan Xian sighed and confirmed that Uncle Wu Zhu is indeed not a good storyteller. A bitter smile appeared on his beautiful face, and he knew that he had to ask himself.

"What business does my mother do?"

"Luxury, arms, ships, food, basically do whatever you make money."

Wu Zhu answered casually, but Fan Xian was shocked when he heard a noun. His two-life experience made him very clear that people who can do such a business generally have a great background behind them. An orphan like his mother can actually start from scratch to such a terrible level.

"What about these businesses after my mother's death?" This is what Fan Xian is most interested in. After all, according to the laws of the Qing Kingdom, he should be the only heir to this huge inheritance.

"Later I heard that all the Ye family's business was taken over to the Qing domestic warehouse."

Fan Xian shook his head with a wry smile. It turned out to be a royal business. He immediately cut off the ridiculous idea of ​​suing for property. He turned to laugh and said, "The name Ye Qingmei must have been very cool back then. I heard that when my mother entered Kyoto, she beat the commander of the Kyoto garrison division."

The oil lamp in the room was light and dark. When he heard Fan Xian's words, Wu Zhu seemed to remember something about the past. He picked up the corners of his lips with a little unfamiliar way, revealing a gentle smile.

Fan Xian's wrist froze, and the small porcelain cup fell on the square table and rolled around, shouting in his heart: "I laughed... He actually laughed!"
Chapter completed!