amaotonovel Chapter 122 The Yang Family
Chapter 122 The Yang Family
Yang Lijun also gave the workers in the embroidery shop a holiday.
Referring to the year-end bonuses that Huang Mulin gave to his servants and farmhands, she also gave the employees in the embroidery shop more meat, wine, etc. than in previous years, and told them that they were given by Huang Mulin, which won her sincere gratitude.
Ling Yun and Fentian have grown up a lot during this period.
They usually stay in Huang Mulin's room and rarely go out, probably because of the cold weather. Huang Mulin is afraid that they will be cold, so he always lights the heater in the room.
Ling Yun lies lazily on the windowsill or in the cat bed on the sofa every day and sleeps soundly. When he is awake, he occasionally goes downstairs for a walk, but he never leaves the backyard.
Fentian would fly out from time to time, probably to make friends, and would usually come back in no more than half an hour.
At first, Huang Mulin was afraid that it couldn't find its way home, so she opened the window wide and waited on the windowsill in the cold wind, her nose turned red from the cold. Later, Fentian flew back by himself, landing safely on her forehead, and she was relieved.
After that, she observed it several times and confirmed that Fentian knew to come back, so she never worried about it again.
The cat and the bird are both very quiet and never make noises to disturb other people. If they hadn't appeared in front of Huang Bo and others from time to time, they would almost forget that there are these two little animals at home.
He Hui Niang and Yang Lijun observed them for a while and found that the two were well-behaved, not noisy, and had no aggressive behavior, so they were completely relieved and let Huang Mulin raise them.
On New Year's Eve, when every household was busy preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner, a horse-drawn carriage leisurely entered from the north entrance of the town and headed towards the South Street.
There were almost no people on the streets on this day and all businesses were closed. Every household put up door couplets and big red "Fu" characters on their doorsteps, prepared New Year's Eve dinners behind closed doors, chatted, and so on.
In the Huang family cafeteria, Huang Mulin's family, as well as Yang Lijun, Yu Ze, and Old Wang, were all busy in the backyard.
Huang Jinlin is in charge of cooking today, Huang Mulin assists, and others help with picking vegetables, cleaning, killing fish, killing chickens, cutting meat, etc. It is very lively.
Yang Lijun lamented that she had not been looking forward to the Chinese New Year so much for many years.
It would be great if my godfather and Zhenzhou were here.
Just as I was thinking about it, I seemed to hear a knock on the door.
Yu Ze shook the water off his hands. He heard it and walked to the front yard to open the door to see who was looking for someone at this time.
Old Wang had a thoughtful expression.
When Yu Ze returned to the backyard, his face looked mixed with joy and fear, and he glared at Old Wang fiercely.
"Why is this......"
Before Yang Lijun finished speaking, she saw the person walking behind him.
"Father!?"
Yang Lijun stood up suddenly and walked towards the old man who was smiling at her.
"How did you come!?"
Hugging her relatives whom she hadn't seen for many years, Yang Lijun couldn't help but choke up.
More than ten years have passed. Ever since she followed Yu Zhenzhou out of the mountains and forests and has been busy outside, they have never gone back to visit Yang Hui once, and they only communicate through letters.
Even though she ran away from the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion, she didn't go back to be with him because she was afraid that her adoptive father would worry.
Come to think of it, it’s really unfilial.
"Silly girl, are you still crying?"
Yang Hui patted Yang Lijun's back gently, and his trembling hands showed that he was not as calm as he appeared.
"I'm not crying!"
It's rare that she acts like a child.
With her father, no matter how old she is, she is still a child and is allowed to do so.
When Yang Lijun called out that name, Huang Mulin's family stopped what they were doing and looked at the old man brought in by Yu Ze with curiosity and surprise.
Although his hair is a little gray, Yang Hui doesn't look like a man in his sixties at all.
He was tall and straight, a head taller than Yang Lijun, and almost as tall as Yu Ze. His slightly kind face was so radiant, his eyes were bright and sharp, and his almost wrinkle-free face was full of joy.
Like a good old gentleman. Huang Mulin gave him an impression in his mind.
"Okay, if you keep crying, people will laugh at you."
"Huh, no way."
Yang Lijun wiped her tears and waved to Huang Mulin who was looking at Yang Hui.
"Mumu, come and meet someone."
Huang Mulin ran forward and called out crisply, "Grandfather."
"Ai!"
The smile on Yang Hui's face deepened. He bent down and picked up the little baby, praising her cheerfully: "Good boy Mumu, Grandfather brought you a lot of good things. I'll have someone move them to your room later."
Huang Mulin, who was obsessed with money, had sparkling eyes and thanked him with more force: "Thank you, Grandfather! Mumu will definitely honor you well."
Yang Hui burst into laughter.
The voices of people practicing martial arts were particularly loud, and they made Huang Mulin's head buzz.
This girl is much more interesting than what the letter says.
"You girl."
Yang Lijun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Huang Bo and He Hui Niang, who were standing not far away, smiled at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.
This girl can't hide her love of money.
"It's okay. I like this girl's temperament."
Yang Hui looked at Huang Bo and He Hui Niang and said, "Master Huang, Madam Huang, I am sorry to have come here. Do you mind if I eat some New Year's Eve dinner?"
"No, no." Huang Bo quickly took over the conversation: "My wife and I are so happy that you can come. Please stay for a few more days, and let my fourth son cook you some delicious meals. Just tell him what you want to eat."
Huang Jinlin nodded: "Grandpa Yang, tell me what you want to eat. I can cook a lot of dishes. If there is something I don't know, I will ask my sister to teach me."
This honest child...
Yang Hui laughed again.
The Huang family is just as interesting as the letter says.
"Okay, okay." Yang Lijun interrupted: "Don't be so polite, we are all family."
Everyone finally relaxed.
"Miss, little miss."
An energetic old man standing behind them then stepped forward and saluted.
"Uncle Yan, please don't be so polite." Yang Lijun helped him over and looked at him carefully: "How have you been these years?"
"Thanks to the young lady, Old Yan can live for decades longer."
"That's great. Mu Mu and I are still waiting to be filial to you and our foster father."
Yan Bo's real name is Yan Tianyu. He was the first person to co-found the organization with Yang Hui and was the second in command of the organization.
He is an orphan. When he was a child, he was kidnapped by human traffickers and sold to an organization to be trained as a killer. Later, he met Yang Hui by chance, and Yang Hui helped him leave the killer business, so he has been following Yang Hui.
Like Yang Hui, Yan Tianyu is unmarried and childless. He doesn't want his descendants to follow the same path he has taken.
Yang Hui tried to persuade him, but in vain. Later, Yang Lijun and Yu Zhenzhou were born. Perhaps because they had two children as spiritual support, no one mentioned getting married and having children again.
"Mumu, this is Grandpa Yan."
"Grandpa Yan."
Huang Mulin could see that Yang Lijun respected him very much, so he called her politely and gave her a sweet smile.
"Ai."
Yan Tianyu took out a jade pendant from his arms and hung it around Huang Mulin's neck: "This is a little gift from Grandpa Yan. I hope the young lady likes it."