During the famine, my ancient well connected to modern times

Yang San was a direct disciple of the Yang family. He had three sons. Even if he died suddenly, he could not be buried hastily.

Unless it is done as a last resort to deceive others.

Unfortunately, the Yang family was too strict and couldn't find out at all. The only flaw was found by Jiang Miao for him.

"They all say that Shopkeeper Yang does everything he can to do business, but so far he doesn't seem to have done anything. To be honest, I'm quite disappointed. Did I think he would do something?"

At that time, Luo Tingye noticed something was wrong.

The reason why Shopkeeper Yang didn't deal with Dessert Xuan was not because he was afraid of Magistrate Wang, nor because of Youyou's words, but because he had more important things to do.

The answer is Mr. Yang.

Sure enough, after some investigation, it was discovered that Mr. Yang was actually hidden in the Qian family's manor by Shopkeeper Yang.

Recently, Qian Jingming's family has been making trouble due to the issue of shares in Yang Ji Dim Sum Shop. If Yang Sanye continues to live in the Yang family's manor, his identity will most likely be exposed.

In addition, there are fewer people paying attention to the Yang family. If he were Mr. Yang, he would also choose to leave at this time.

Half an hour later, the sky was still foggy.

Sun Ming glanced at the sky and frowned slightly, "Your Highness, it might rain later, so why not let Lan Yu take you to a safe place first?"

Luo Tingye was leaning against the car window, wearing green clothes and a jade belt, writing quickly, with a bookish look on his handsome face.

The written letter was put in an envelope and handed over to Lan Yu, "Forward the letter to Hu Shaohua."

Lan Yu took the letter and solemnly accepted it.

The drizzle is about to stop, the morning fog is getting thinner, and the scenery on both sides of the official road is getting brighter.

A gray cloth carriage suddenly drove in from the corner. The driver held the reins with one hand and waved a whip with the other, shouting "drive".

A strong man climbed up the hillside as quickly as a gecko, "I checked, there's no one behind the car."

On the hillside, Luo Tingye's eyes dropped.

Sun Ming understood and made a gesture to the dark place, and a huge boulder rolled down the hillside and stopped in the middle of the official road.

"call"

The driver hurriedly pulled on the reins and managed to stabilize his body, but the people in the carriage were not so lucky and jumped out.

The coachman's quick eyes and hands quickly gave him a hand to prevent him from falling out of the carriage.

"Do you know how to drive?" The half-covered man kicked the coachman off his horse in annoyance, not bothering to look at him again.

The coachman rubbed the spot where he had fallen to the ground and pointed to the extra stone in front of him, "Sir, I don't even know that a big stone will suddenly appear in front of me."

Mr. Yang's eyes were as deep as an ancient well, so still that it was scary.

The driver shook his arms and legs, "I'm afraid I can't move it alone."

"What do you mean? You want me to move rocks with you?"

The coachman dared to wave his hands in panic: "What I mean is that we should find another way."

The end of the official road is a jungle, and the road we came from is also a wilderness. On both sides of the official road are green hillsides, with some barbs and crooked branches growing, and some rocky protrusions, which are strange and permanent.

This place is like an abyss, and those who fall here can no longer climb up.

Yang Sanye's heart felt empty for no reason, and his voice trembled twice, "Turn around." After saying this, he climbed back into the carriage in a panic.

The carriage moved quickly.

The tense atmosphere finally dissipated, and Mr. Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but he soon realized something was wrong.When he opened the corner of the car curtain, a broad shoulder broke into his field of vision. His pupils shrank suddenly and he hurriedly crawled back. Before he could clearly see everything in front of him after opening the car curtain, his throat suddenly felt cold. A shining silver knife was pressed against his throat.

"you?"

Before he could make a sound, the other party slashed his neck with a knife. Yang Sanye's body went limp, and he instantly leaned back into the car and fell inside.

Luo Tingye stood with his hands behind his back, his phoenix eyes flying, containing malice.

"Let's go."

The rolling boulder disappeared silently, as if it had never appeared before, and the official road returned to calm again.

Shopkeeper Yang rarely came to Changchun Garden. As soon as he entered, he went directly to the second floor and sat where he usually sat.

"Shopkeeper Yang, you haven't been here for a long time. What would you like to drink today?"

"West Lake Longjing." Shopkeeper Yang ordered what he used to drink and leaned back leisurely.

"Okay, would you like to order something else?"

Shopkeeper Yang said casually, "Do you have anything else here? Is it fruit or a platter?"

"It's a snack."

Shopkeeper Yang frowned and his face turned dark. He moved his eyes to the corner of the stairs and saw Shopkeeper Hua walking up with a red face.

"Shopkeeper Hua."

Shopkeeper Hua sat down opposite Shopkeeper Yang and told the waiter, "Bring one of each snack in the store, and I'll treat Shopkeeper Yang to it."

"Yes."

As various snacks were put on the table, Shopkeeper Yang's face suddenly darkened, "What is this?"

"Lotus cake is a newly developed snack from Dessert House. Shopkeeper Yang is an expert in this field. Why don't you help me taste it? If it doesn't taste good, I won't buy it from their store in the future."

That's what he said, but the smile on the corner of Shopkeeper Hua's mouth said it all.

Shopkeeper Yang held back his anger, pinched a piece and put it into his mouth. His originally contemptuous expression suddenly changed. It actually smelled like lotus, sweet but not greasy, and soft in the mouth.

The corners of Shopkeeper Hua's mouth curled up nicely. When Shopkeeper Yang looked over, he looked at the storyteller downstairs. He nodded from time to time, seemingly satisfied with the storyteller's comments.

Shopkeeper Yang rinsed his mouth, picked up another piece of pea yellow, his expression gradually became stiff.

After he finished eating all the snacks in Changchun Garden, sweat started to form on his forehead.

He ignored his posture, wiped his hands casually, and said eagerly, "Are all these snacks made by Dessert House?"

Shopkeeper Hua was very satisfied with his expression, but he didn't dare to be too proud. After all, everyone knew that Shopkeeper Yang was reckless in doing business, and it was not worthwhile to offend such a person.

"Yes, these snacks are all made by Miss Jiang from the Dessert House." He emphasized the word "handmade".

"But why haven't I seen it in the Dessert House?" This morning, he asked the waiter to buy snacks from the Dessert House. He bought everything but these.

Shopkeeper Hua was even more proud: "These snacks are specially sold to our store. Of course they are also sold in the Dessert House, but only fifty pieces are sold every day. Most of them are reserved, so of course you can't see them."

At first he was worried that the customers would not buy it, but soon he discovered that the same dim sum was also sold in the Dessert House, but after it was sold out, people would say that the dim sum was specially supplied to Changchun Garden. If the guests wanted to eat it, they could Go to Changchun Garden and ask.

It was this sentence that caused his Changchun Garden to be overflowing with customers recently.

When business is good, your mood will naturally be good, and your face will naturally be glowing.