Chapter 23

Yang Chenglie had already hitched up the carriage, and the ugly girl jumped onto the carriage in a flash.

The carriage was empty, and the ugly girl lying on it posed no problem at all. Yang Chenglie couldn't help but glance at it again and said to Yang Shouwen, "Xizi, this dog is quite good."

From last night to today, Yang Chenglie had said this sentence no less than ten times.

If Yang Shouwen still couldn't understand his father's meaning, he would have truly wasted two lifetimes.

He looked at Yang Chenglie with caution and said, "Father, it's mine."

"I know, I was just saying."

"It's still mine."

"Xizi, look at how Father handles cases; a good dog is always helpful.

Don't you still have four others? Why don't you just give the ugly girl to me... By the way, your grandfather's sword can be given to you."

Yang Dagang left behind a spear and a sword before he died.

The spear was named Hu Teng, and the sword was named Duanlong. The Duanlong sword, it was said, was a Xuti sword made by the Northern Qi master Huan Mu Huaiwen, capable of slicing through iron like butter and cutting hair with a breeze. Yang Chenglie had practiced swordsmanship since childhood, but his spear skills were ordinary, so he took this precious sword.

It was clear that Yang Chenglie truly liked the ugly girl.

"Father, Duanlong is mine."

"About that..."

Before Yang Dagang died, he left both Duanlong and Hu Teng to Yang Shouwen.

But at that time, Yang Shouwen was in a daze and didn't ask Yang Chenglie for them. If not for Yang Chenglie not using the spear, he might have taken Hu Teng as well. Yang Shouwen didn't think of it until now. This reminder made Yang Shouwen realize.

Yang Chenglie immediately shut his mouth.

"Duanlong is mine, and the ugly girl is mine too.

If you want, I can give you a puppy when they grow up. The ugly girl won't go with you; she's mine!"

"Alright, alright, I know it's yours!"

Yang Chenglie was somewhat angry, "You ungrateful son, it's just a dog, and you're even neglecting your father?"

On the carriage, the ugly girl lifted her head, growling lowly and baring her sharp teeth at Yang Chenglie.

"Raising a son is not as good as raising a dog."

The ugly girl had already shown her stance, making Yang Chenglie feel helpless.

He muttered and said, sitting on the carriage, "Go back and raise the puppy well, and when it grows up, give it to me. Don't you dare to back out."

"What about Duanlong?"

"Duanlong, am I not using it?"

"Mine!"

Yang Chenglie took a deep breath and said softly, "After we go back, I'll add three hundred coins to your monthly allowance."

Yang Shouwen immediately smiled...

Actually, he didn't need those three hundred coins.

Once his business was up and running, it wouldn't be just three hundred coins, but even three thousand or thirty thousand, he could afford. He just enjoyed the feeling of being with his father. In fact, in the seventeen years, he had never joked with his father like this.

Yang Chenglie hitched up the carriage and sat on it.

Yang Shouwen sat at the back, letting the ugly girl put her head on his lap, and the four puppies were placed beside her.

Yang Chenglie whipped the horse, and the carriage had only moved a few steps when two people suddenly ran out from the side.

"Guest, are you leaving?"

Yang Shouwen quickly looked and saw two people blocking the carriage.

The leader was the Huji from the inn, the same one who had received Yang Chenglie and his son the previous night. Beside her stood a large man, about 180 centimeters tall, with a robust and muscular build. To use a term often used in storytelling, he was: broad-shouldered and barrel-chested.

He had a shaved head with a braid in the middle.

He wore a set of old, bulging clothes that looked a bit tight.

Yang Chenglie quickly pulled the reins and jumped off the carriage, one hand on the hilt of his sword.

The ugly girl on the carriage stood up, her fur bristling, and let out a series of low, growling roars.

The four puppies also got up and barked, but their barks sounded more like whimpers.

Yang Shouwen gripped Hu Teng, his eyes narrowed to slits, and his muscles tensed, ready to jump off the carriage and fight at any moment.

"Yuan Dama, is there something?"

The Huji, named Yuan Xunyu, seeing Yang Chenglie's tense expression, laughed.

"Guest, don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions."

She reached out and pulled the large man forward, "Wuli Ji, quickly go and meet your master."

The large man nodded obediently and stepped forward, "Master, my name is Wuli Ji."

Looking at the large man who was almost as tall as himself but twice as big, Yang Chenglie instinctively took a step back.

"Hold on, what do you mean, Yuan Dama?"

"He is Lüzhu's son, only thirteen years old."

Yuan Xunyu's words instantly shocked Yang Chenglie and Yang Shouwen.

Are you kidding me... Thirteen years old and 180 centimeters tall, and so robust and muscular? Especially his face, it looks older than my father. You're telling me he's only thirteen? I'm not well-read, don't lie to me.

Yang Shouwen's mouth dropped open, unable to close it for a long time.

After Wuli Ji appeared, the ugly girl let out a cry and immediately lay down on the carriage, looking very afraid.

Yuan Xunyu smiled bitterly, "What's the point of deceiving you?

If Lüzhu hadn't died, I wouldn't have handed him over to you... Although I don't know who you are, I know that the young master is a good person. Last night, Lüzhu was murdered, and the young master immediately tracked down the killer, avenging Lüzhu.

But..."

Yuan Xunyu sighed lightly, "I'm sure you've heard the news; the killer was murdered in the yamen last night."

"How do you know?"

Yang Chenglie's eyes narrowed, gripping his sword tighter.

Yuan Xunyu smiled, "Snakes have their paths, and rats have their ways.

You can find out information, and I've been running this inn in Guduzhu for many years. Without some means, how could I have stood my ground? You don't need to worry; this news hasn't spread yet. But I believe you have already sensed the danger, which is why you're leaving before the fog clears... To be honest, I didn't need to trouble the two of you.

With my reputation here, I could勉强 protect Wuli Ji.

But there's a saying: 'A thief can steal for a thousand days, but a thousand days of vigilance is impossible.' I don't know what trouble Lüzhu got into, but the fact that the other party is silencing witnesses shows that this matter is significant. If Wuli Ji stays in Guduzhu, he will eventually be in danger. After I got the news, I thought long and hard and decided it would be best for him to leave here, at least to save his life."

At this moment, Yang Shouwen also got off the carriage.

He didn't take his spear but walked up to the large man.

The large man had a dark complexion and looked a bit fierce. However, when Yang Shouwen approached him, he showed a simple, honest smile.

"Master, Wuli Ji is hungry."

That smile...

Yang Shouwen couldn't describe how it made him feel.

He remembered a movie he had watched in his previous life called "The Green Mile." The large, black man in the movie always had a simple, honest smile, though he looked scary, he was very simple and kind. Wuli Ji gave Yang Shouwen a similar feeling. Hearing Wuli Ji's words, Yang Shouwen instinctively took a piece of bread from his waist pouch and handed it to him.

Wuli Ji smiled widely.

His smile was really, really, very pure, pure enough to make one's heart ache.

He took the bread and squatted beside the carriage, devouring it hungrily.

Seeing this, Yuan Xunyu's smile grew even wider.

"Young master, Wuli Ji's mind isn't clear, but he is very kind.

Look, he's smiling at you... Wuli Ji rarely smiles at people. If he smiles at you, it means he likes you." After saying this, Yuan Xunyu turned to Yang Chenglie, "If Wuli Ji stays on the grasslands, he will eventually be killed. You have a noble aura; why not take him in? Although he eats a lot, he can work hard, and he's good at herding cattle and horses."

"Xizi..."

Yang Chenglie was hesitant and suddenly turned to shout at Yang Shouwen.

But when he spoke, he found that Yang Shouwen was already squatting beside Wuli Ji, holding a water bag for him to drink.

"Father, let's take him with us."

This guy really eats a lot. In just a short while, he had finished a half-pound piece of bread.

"Yuan Dama is right; if Wuli Ji stays here, those people will definitely come for him."

Yang Shouwen stood up and continued, "Seeing this guy, I suddenly thought of myself.

I imagine I was probably like him before... Fortunately, I had my grandfather, father, aunt, and younger sister to take care of me, but his only relative was killed yesterday. Father, let him follow me. I'll take care of him."

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