Glancing in the direction of the old lady's residence, he raised his eyebrows, "You mean, nǎinǎi won't let me out?"
Juaner nodded, her eyes were round and big, with a little innocence unique to her age, as well as timidity and fear that did not belong to this age.
Huang Dan grabbed her arm and pulled to the side with little strength, "I'll go and tell nǎinǎi."
Juan'er was stunned, she touched the arm that was touched, a blush appeared on her face, she shook her head vigorously, patted her face to calm herself, and hurriedly chased after her.
Huang Dan saw the old lady in the front hall, and a slightly fat middle-aged man. He was one of several squires in the town, and the owner of the yào material shop.
The original owner had very little time in the town and did not know much about the squires, so he had no memory to refer to.
As soon as Boss Zhang saw Huang Dan, he put down the tea cup and got up from the chair, his face full of meat, "Nephew, I just came back from out of town two days ago. Among the batch of yào materials in my hand, there are Several kinds of yào are top grades for nourishing qi and blood, so I thought of sending them to you to recuperate your body."
Huang Dan said, "You're welcome."
Boss Zhang immediately put on a flattered look, "What are you talking about, nephew, if it wasn't for the old lady to take the lead, my yào shop would have turned yellow earlier."
Huang Dan, "Oh."
Boss Zhang's flattery was blocked by the word "oh". He couldn't take it anymore, and he couldn't help but feel a little shocked. He didn't expect that the grandson of this old woman was quite scheming and used this method to embarrass him.
Heaven and earth as proof, Huang Dan really didn't think so much.
Boss Zhang started another conversation, "It's not peaceful recently. As soon as I came back, I heard that someone disappeared for no reason. No one was alive or dead, and there were more than one. Do you think it's strange?"
Huang Dan's eyes flashed, "Really?"
Boss Zhang said, "Yes, the county master didn't make a move either. I don't know what it means."
He tsk tsk, "There's another thing, you've heard it, I don't know who brought the bandit den in Spider Ridge, and the blood is everywhere."
How Huang Dan's brain nourishes blood is everywhere, "Boss Zhang travels south and north, and he knows a lot."
Boss Zhang became complacent, and as soon as he got carried away, he said more and more, and the more he said, the more outrageous he was. Most of them were nonsense that only small children would believe, such as ghosts and ghosts.
He said that when he went to the countryside to collect rent in his early years, he encountered a strange thing.
Huang Dan listened eagerly, and suddenly heard the sound of "bang", his thoughts were disturbed, and so did Boss Zhang.
Song Ling clasped the tea cup on the table, obviously looking bad.
"My nephew thinks he has something important to do, so I won't bother you."
After the conversation changed, Boss Zhang picked up the black top hat, buttoned it on his head, and flicked the dust that didn't exist on the gray gown, "Old lady, I'll ask you about the Chamber of Commerce."
Huang Dan is clear, it turned out to be asking for something.
It's a pity that he only heard the beginning of the story.
Song Ling asked, "Awang, what are you doing when you are not lying in the room?"
Huang Dan told the matter.
Mrs. Song Ling grabbed the crutches next to her, and there was no room for negotiation, "No way."
Huang Dan imitated the original owner and shouted in a coquettish tone, "nǎinǎi."
Song Ling's attitude was tough, "Go back and stay, and talk about it in a while."
Huang Dan sat on the chair and blatantly threatened, "nǎinǎi, if you don't let me out, I won't eat."
Song Ling slapped his cane hard, "Nonsense!"
Huang Dan held his chin and slowly tapped the table with his fingers.
Angered by his grandson, Mrs. Song Ping walked away on crutches, rested in bed, and called to the housekeeper, "Awang is going to the street, pick a few servants to follow."
The housekeeper is the oldest in the house, and his face is wrinkled, "Yes, old lady."
Song Ling said, "The ward will say, if the eldest young master loses a single strand of hair, the Song family will not keep them."
The butler responded, closed the door and left.
Song Ling was leaning against the head of the bed, his sharp eyes slowly clouded, covered with a blurry color.
Her thoughts drifted away, and she didn't know which year, which day, which place, and who were doing and talking.
Song Ling slammed back, her eyes still full of terror, she calmed down after a while, and sighed a long time, "I hope not..."
On the Dragon Boat Festival, a small handful of moxa sticks and calamus are placed on the lintels of every household in the town, or hung in the hall, the bedside, the smell of realgar shochu fills the streets and alleys, it is said that it can ward off evil spirits and disasters.
People believe that too.
Huang Dan was followed by a few servants, all of whom were top-notch and alert.