In Danzhou in March, the sea breeze is very gentle, and the breath of spring occupies the whole stage. An unknown small yellow flower is blooming all over the mountain. Every household uses the petals of this flower to make tea, and while drinking, they are outside the house. Chat with neighbors. So when walking on the streets of Danzhou Port, you can always smell that kind of faint fragrance, which is neither dark nor greasy, but pure and pure, which makes people feel very peaceful.
And at night, when the spring rains often come, they sneak into the night with the breeze, moistening the land silently, covering the black eaves of the whole Danzhou city and the bluestone pavement on the street with a layer of misty water. .
The light rain fell lightly on the tarpaulin outside the grocery store, and it didn't make much noise. It just washed away the shallow layer of dust and made the store look much more refreshed. But today the grocery store was not open again, so Fan Xian informed the old lady and sneaked into the store, peeling peanuts while drinking wine with Wu Zhu.
People in Earl Beppu should know that he likes to go to the grocery store, but they all think that the young master is just greedy for the good wine that the blind man made himself. On the one hand, it was because Fan Xian was really good at drinking, and on the other hand, it was because he needed a better excuse. Although it is impossible for him to completely avoid other people's eyes when interacting with Wu Zhu, he is still relatively careful.
The kitchen knife rested on the cutting board. The cutting board was dry, and there were no vegetable crumbs on the blade. It seemed that it had not been used for a long time.
The sound of peanut shells being crushed sounded. Fan Xian threw one into his mouth and chewed slowly until all the dried fruit had been chewed into a fragrant paste. Then he picked up the small porcelain cup in front of him, the size of three fingers. , Sent it to his lips and drank it down.
What I drank today wasn't rice wine, but tribute wine sent over from Kyoto. The alcohol was a bit high, which made Fan Xian feel like Wuliangye.
He was not in a hurry to ask questions, because he knew that Uncle Wu Zhu was a very simple person and would not keep himself waiting for long.
Wu Zhu didn't sit opposite him, but sat in a dark corner of the room with a bowl of rice wine, and a faint voice sounded.
"Miss's surname is Ye, and her name is Ye Qingmei. I am her servant. Many years ago, Miss and I came out from home..."
"Ye Qingmei..." Fan Xian knew his mother's name for the first time, and for no reason, his heart was filled with warmth. He drank another glass of wine with a smile, and tactfully did not ask... where is his home? If Uncle Wu Zhu is willing to tell himself, I will definitely tell myself.
"We have lived in Dongyi City for several years. Miss is born smart, understands everything, and has a compassionate heart, so she started doing business in Dongyi City when she was fifteen years old, just because she was too young , so just hide behind the scenes, and let the shopkeeper pretend to be the owner."
Holding the wine glass, Fan Xian paused in mid-air, and couldn't help but ask, "What does business have to do with compassion?" He wasn't curious why his mother was born smart, and why he was able to start a business and make money at the age of fifteen. , because in these years, he has long guessed that his mother must not be a person who can be deduced by common sense.
Wuzhu replied in a very cold voice: "Because Miss pities the world and suffers a lot, so she likes to do good deeds. When Dongyi City was flooded, it was Miss who opened the most porridge shops. If you want to do good deeds, you must have money." , so Miss started to think of ways to make money."
Fan Xian nodded, approving this logic.
"The business is doing very well. Gradually, some people realize that the owner behind the store is a young lady, so some people started to make up their minds, and I killed them all later."
What Wu Zhu said was very plain, but Fan Xian knew that the situation at that time must be very tense. Since Uncle Wu Zhu said that the business was doing well, it must be doing very well. The so-called crime of being pregnant, a fifteen-year-old woman with such a large family property can easily arouse the ambitions of unscrupulous people in the world. But thinking of having a peerless strong man as his mother's bodyguard, Fan Xian put down his heart that had no reason to mention it.
He suddenly thought of something, and asked with a frown: "My mother's surname is Ye. Could it be that the business you opened at that time was the Ye family?"
"yes."
"It's actually the Ye family!" Fan Xian was full of surprise. "I've heard people mention this name. It's said that more than ten years ago, the Ye family was the number one business in the world. It's just that I didn't expect it to be my mother's business."
"I don't know how big the Ye family's business is." Wu Zhu said calmly: "That doesn't belong to the scope of my job. Miss thinks that I kill too many people, so I ended my business in Dongyi City and came to Qingguo, start living in Kyoto."
Fan Xian felt that things should not be so simple. After selling off the business in Dongyi City and coming to Qing Kingdom, there must be a good reason to make a move.
Wuzhu continued: "After Miss came to the capital, she started to do business again, and she managed to do well. Later, she met some people, including Si Nanbo. Everyone seemed to listen to her, and planned to do something according to her ideas. If you change some things, you will have a conflict of interest with the princes and nobles of the Qing Kingdom."
Wu Zhu paused, "Once Qing was at war with the west, and the defense forces in the capital were empty, and another major event happened. I was not in the capital, and there were some problems with the strength that the young lady could rely on... The young lady was sent by those princes and nobles. Kill. When I rushed back to Taiping Bieyuan, I only saved you, and then brought you to Danzhou."
Fan Xian was very clear about this matter, and he also knew that those "enemies" had been killed ten years ago. The person who presided over the revenge must have something to do with Cheap Dad and the Overwatch Council.
The long silence made the sound of the rain outside the grocery store all the more clear.
"It's over?" Fan Xian asked, frowning, wondering if his mother's life could be summed up in just a few sentences? The business she has done and what she has done can make the princes and nobles of the entire Qing Kingdom deal with her. Why does the well-known Overwatch Council teacher Fei Jie show so much respect when he mentions his mother
"Basically... it's over." Wu Zhu thought about his words.
Fan Xian sighed, confirming that Uncle Wu Zhu was indeed not a good storyteller, a wry smile appeared on his pretty face, knowing that he had to ask himself.
"What is my mother's business?"
"Luxuries, ordnance, ships, food, basically whatever makes money."
Wu Zhu answered casually, but Fan Xian was startled when he heard a noun. The experience of two lifetimes made him very clear that people who can do this kind of business usually have a great background behind them. A person like his mother Orphan girl, to be able to start from scratch to such a terrifying extent.
"Then what about these businesses after my mother died?" This was what Fan Xian was most interested in. After all, according to the laws of the Qing Dynasty, he should be the sole heir of this huge inheritance.
"Later, I heard that all the Ye family's business was taken over by Qing's domestic treasury."
Fan Xian smiled wryly and shook his head. It turned out to be a royal business, so he immediately put an end to the absurd idea of going to court to ask for family property, and smiled instead: "The name Ye Qingmei must have been very popular back then. I heard that when my mother came to the capital, , I beat up the commander of the Kyoto garrison."
The oil lamp in the room flickered on and off. Hearing Fan Xian's words, Wu Zhu seemed to recall something from the past, and the corners of his lips twitched upwards, revealing a gentle smile.
Fan Xian's wrist froze, the small porcelain cup fell on the square table and turned around, shouting in his heart, "Laughing... He actually laughed!"