Nongmen Xiaojiao bag, she relies on space to be rich

Chapter 258 Uncle Yang
An Zhinan raised his head and knocked on the wooden board, and asked directly, "Is the manager here?"

The old man turned his head to look at An Zhinan, and after looking her over, he said slowly, "I'm the only one in the pawnshop, so the girl is going to die?"

An Zhinan didn't say much, took out the envelope and put it on the platform.

The old man squeezed the envelope, looked at An Zhinan suspiciously before opening the envelope, his face changed drastically after reading the contents of the letter, he looked straight at An Zhinan and asked, "Does the girl want to send this letter to you?" When it's done? There's nothing left?"

An Zhinan took out the jade wrench and placed it on the platform again, without saying a word the whole time.

The old man's face turned pale the moment he saw Yu Tuanzhi, he got up and walked out from the inside, then greeted An Zhinan aside and asked eagerly in a low voice: "Our son is seriously injured? Where are you recuperating now?"

"I have recovered very well in the past two days. Now I live in Tianxialou. I have brought my things, and I have to leave beforehand."

The old man watched An Zhinan leave without much delay, carefully put the letter jade finger into his arms and put it away, then closed the door and left in a hurry.

An Zhinan handed over the things to the old man and went home.

On the other side of the inn, the old man went to Tianxialou, and hurried upstairs after inquiring about the specific room.

The innkeeper looked at the figure of the old man thoughtfully, and continued to fiddle with the abacus with his head down.

The old man walked to the door, took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock on the door. He didn't push the door open until he heard someone inside say to come in.

Yang Bingqing still sat at the table without moving. He was relieved when he saw the old man, and smiled lightly: "You are here."

After closing the door, the old man rushed directly to Yang Bingqing, looked left and right around him carefully, and asked after a while, "How is your injury? Is there a serious problem?"

"No problem, nothing happened at home these two days?"

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head again and again: "It's fine at home. If it wasn't for the girl who brought the son's letter, the old slave wouldn't know that something happened to the master. Who did it? Does the master know?"

Mentioning that person, Yang Bingqing's face immediately darkened, and it took a while to explain the ins and outs of the matter clearly.

After hearing this, the old man smashed the round table with his palm, and said angrily: "What a royal family in the capital, it's really nice."

"Uncle Yang don't need to be angry, they won't be dancing for long."

"Yes, yes, sir, don't be angry, don't hurt your body because of those unworthy popularity, since you know who hurt you, then leave the rest to the old slave, the most important thing is for you to rest assured."

Yang Bingqing nodded slightly, looked up at the old man and said, "Uncle Yang, don't tell my family about me, don't let my mother worry."

"Understood, son, you should lie down and let this old servant see your strength."

Yang Bingqing was helped to lie down on the bed by the old man. He unbuttoned his clothes and exposed his upper body. There were dense scars on the front and back, among which the wound on the waist was the deepest and longest, which was shocking to see.

Seeing this, the old man covered his mouth and nose, his wrinkled eye sockets were shining brightly, he hesitated for a while and couldn't speak.

Yang Bingqing patted the back of the old man's hand and said with a smile, "Uncle Yang, I'm fine, I'm almost fine."

"This old slave will make the Wang family pay the price," said the young master who grew up to be loved by his son, but was hurt so badly by a mere small family. Anyone who dared to plot to hurt the young master should not think about it!

"Young master, this old slave should ask the doctor to take another look."

"No need, Ms. An often changes my medicine, and the medicine is boiled downstairs at the moment, and it will be served in a while."

"It turned out that the girl who saved the young master was surnamed An. She has been bothering her for the past two days. I will thank her for saving the young master's life later on." When he mentioned An Zhinan, the old man's tone was no longer the same as before. A deep sense of gratitude and fear.

Yang Bingqing's smile deepened, and he nodded with a smile: "I should thank her well. If she hadn't saved me at that time, Uncle Yang would have seen my dead body. It's also my fault for being careless and following other people's advice."

"Young master, don't worry, the old slaves they eat will make them spit out several times. If they dare to plot against our Yang family, we have to see if they have such great ability!"

"Uncle Yang is doing business, I have always been at ease."

When An Zhinan arrived at the inn the next day, he learned that the old man hadn't left, so he didn't go up after thinking about it, turned around and left.

An Zhinan didn't go to the inn for three consecutive days. After all, Yang Bingqing was already taken care of by someone, so it would be superfluous to go by himself.

In the afternoon of that day, An Zhinan was practicing sword in the courtyard. Wei Xin came back from outside in a hurry, interrupted An Zhinan's sword practice and said excitedly: "Nan Nan, Nan Nan, I found out, and the list will be announced tomorrow."

"Really? Is it tomorrow?"

Wei Xin nodded fiercely: "It's tomorrow, and it's spread all over the street. We'll go to the yamen and wait early tomorrow morning. There must be a lot of people tomorrow, so we won't be able to squeeze in if we get there late."

"Okay, call me tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, I'm going to tell your elder brother the good news," Wei Xin ran towards the study excitedly after speaking.

After the list is released, it's time to go home. It just so happens that the time for the house here is almost up. Go back and settle the marriage between Wei Xin and the eldest brother. Grandparents, parents, and parents should also feel relieved, and the matter of walking the rivers and lakes by myself can also be mentioned. As for the schedule, just thinking about An Zhinan makes me excited.

Here, An Zhinan and the others are looking forward to the day when the rankings will be released, while Yang Bingqing at the inn is almost in a hurry.

For a few days, An Zhinan didn't show up again, and the shopkeeper didn't know what to ask. He sent Uncle Yang out to inquire, and he had no clue. Do not know when to go.

In the face of Yang Bingqing's inquiry, after the shopkeeper sent him away, he put down his brush and walked to the innermost room on the second floor. Seeing that the master was reading the letter, he didn't speak, and just stood aside and waited obediently.

"How?" Gu Beiqing put down the letter, his tone was as flat as if he was asking about an unimportant matter.

"Reporting to the master, Mr. Yang upstairs has been sending people to inquire about Miss An's whereabouts these days. The servants have already sent people to stop them all. Miss An doesn't seem to pay attention to this side, she is at home reading books and practicing swords all day long. .”

Gu Beiqing looked relieved: "Good job, the list will be released tomorrow, it's time to go and have a look."

The shopkeeper didn't speak, and respectfully watched Gu Beiqing leave.

"What? Still no news? But a woman, I haven't heard about it for so long, what are you doing for food?" Yang Bingqing threw the teacup in his hand on the ground, his face full of displeasure.

Uncle Yang waved back his subordinates who were kneeling on the ground, knelt down and picked up the fragments and said, "My lord, this old slave also thinks this is very strange. It stands to reason that we sent so many people, why can't we find any trace of a woman?" , and listening to the news from the people below, it seems that someone deliberately cleared Miss An's traces and prevented us from inquiring."

(End of this chapter)