Chapter 24

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Speaking of this, even if Yang Chenglie wanted to oppose, he couldn't.

His gaze was gentle as he looked at Yang Shouwen.

"Since Nizi said so, let him get in the carriage."

"Big guy, get in the carriage."

"Oh!"

Wuli Ji stood up, walked to the side of the carriage, and took off the bundle tied to his back, dropping it with a clatter onto the carriage.

What is this?

Yang Shouwen walked over and tried to lift it; it was heavy, weighing at least seventy to eighty pounds.

When he opened the bundle, inside were a pair of laundry mallets.

Yuan Xunyu said, "This child is strong, helping Lüzhu wash clothes for people. Ordinary laundry mallets would break in just two or three strikes. Later, Lüzhu had someone make iron laundry mallets. At first, they were only ten or so pounds, but now they are about seventy to eighty pounds. Sir, this child is really good. Even if you let him stay by your side to guard the house, you can rest assured."

Yang Chenglie nodded and said nothing more.

Yuan Xunyu then stepped forward, handed a bundle to Wuli Ji, and her voice suddenly choked up. "Wuli Ji, follow A-lang well, and listen to the young master. Don't disgrace your mother, or she will be very unhappy."

"Big Mama, I remember.

Remember to tell my mother that when Wuli Ji grows up and earns money, he will come to take her to enjoy a good life. At that time, Big Mama can come too."

"That would be best, that would be best."

As Yuan Xunyu spoke, her eyes turned red.

It was clear that she had not told Wuli Ji about Lüzhu's death.

Otherwise, with Wuli Ji's simple nature, how could he remain so calm? Although he was reluctant, he was also very happy. He got into the carriage with high spirits. After he sat down, he saw the ugly girl step back a bit, but she was very alert.

"Hey, Maoyihan is here too."

Wuli Ji saw the ugly girl and immediately smiled.

Yang Shouwen petted the ugly girl, guessing that she had been at a disadvantage to Wuli Ji before.

"Big Mama, we're leaving."

"May you have a smooth journey, sir. If you have the chance to come to Guguzhu again, be sure to visit my inn."

As she spoke, Yuan Xunyu took a step back.

Yang Chenglie raised the whip, and the carriage creaked as it started moving.

"Big Mama, tell my mother that Wuli Ji will be very well-behaved and not to worry. I will come back to take her."

Yang Shouwen sat in the front, but for some reason, his heart felt a bit sour.

He turned to look at Wuli Ji and sighed softly. When Wuli Ji finds out about Lüzhu's tragic news in the future, he will surely be very sad.

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The carriage left Guguzhu.

When they came, it was just the two of them, but when they left, it became three men and five dogs.

Following the bumpy official road, they swayed along. Unconsciously, the fog dissipated, and the sun gradually appeared.

Yang Chenglie drove the carriage, Yang Shouwen held the ugly girl, and Wuli Ji sat on the carriage, curiously looking around.

Wuli Ji's full name is Wuli Ji Hutaga, which means "many blessings" in Turkic.

Yang Shouwen suddenly said, "Father, the name Wuli Ji is not easy to use. Since he will be part of our Yang family, why don't we give him a new name?"

Wuli Ji, hearing his name mentioned, immediately looked over curiously.

Yang Chenglie grunted, thought for a moment, and said, "What you say makes sense.

Although our Yang family is not much now, we were once a prestigious clan. Since you want this boy to be a long-term servant, let's call him Yang Molihua."

"Yang Molihua?"

Yang Chenglie's gaze suddenly became distant, and he said softly, "Your mother loved jasmine flowers the most! When she was alive, she planted many jasmine flowers in the yard. Every time the flowers bloomed, the yard was filled with the fragrance of jasmine."

Yang Shouwen fell silent!

After a while, he suddenly turned around, "Wuli Ji, from now on, you will be called Yang Molihua, understand?"

"Wuli Ji is Yang Molihua, Yang Molihua is Wuli Ji.

Hahaha, Wuli Ji understands, from now on, Wuli Ji will be A-lang's Yang Molihua."

Damn!

Why does a perfectly good sentence sound so different when he says it?

Yang Shouwen, torn between laughter and tears, raised the tiger-swallowing spear and lightly tapped Yang Molihua's head, "Why so many words? Just remember that you are called Yang Molihua. As for the other things, don't say them again."

"Oh!"

Wuli Ji... no, from now on, he should be called Yang Molihua.

He grinned and said to Yang Shouwen, "A-lang, Yang Molihua is hungry!"

Didn't you just eat half a pound of pancakes?

Yang Shouwen turned to look at Yang Chenglie, who was smiling strangely at him.

"Nizi, five hundred coins a month might not be enough."

"Uh..."

"I can consider giving you more if you let me have the ugly girl."

"Father, don't even think about it."

Yang Shouwen was instantly furious!

How do you act as a father? Not only did you take my knife, but now you want to take the ugly girl too. This is absolutely unacceptable.

"Hehehe, think about it."

"Father, Molihua is now part of our Yang family.

If it gets out that Molihua can't even get enough to eat, it will be a disgrace to the Yang family. Father, you understand."

This "you understand" immediately dealt ten thousand points of damage to Yang Chenglie.

He scowled, grumbled, and it was unclear what he was muttering.

But Yang Shouwen could roughly guess that it was something like "disobedient son" and other complaints. So what?

He took another pancake from the bundle and handed it to Yang Molihua.

Isn't it just a meal?

Father, just wait... when my business picks up, I'll make Molihua eat a big meal in front of you every day, and you'll be heartbroken.

Thinking of Yang Chenglie's heartbroken look, Yang Shouwen couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing, and you're still laughing?"

"Nothing, can't I laugh?"

From Changping to returning to Changping, the unfamiliarity between the father and son seemed to have diminished a lot, and their conversation became more casual.

Yang Shouwen discovered that his father actually had a full set of funny attributes.

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After crossing the hill in front, it would be Changping County.

The journey so far had been smooth, with no major setbacks.

As they were about to reach Changping, Yang Shouwen finally breathed a sigh of relief. The tension that had been building up during the journey eased considerably.

Just then, he heard a sudden rush of hooves from behind.

Yang Shouwen turned back and his face changed dramatically.

He saw a dozen warhorses galloping from behind, getting closer and closer, until he could clearly see their appearance.

They were a group of bald, braided Turks, holding weapons, charging over.

The leading Turk suddenly put away his weapon and took out a bow and arrow...

"Father, Molihua, watch out for the arrows."

Yang Shouwen's hair stood on end, and he held the large spear, leaping off the carriage with a whoosh.

At the same time, an arrow flew over. Yang Chenglie drew his sword with a reverse grip, and a flash of cold light split the arrow in two.

But the enemy immediately released three more arrows. The horse pulling the carriage let out a mournful neigh and fell to the ground. The carriage overturned with a bang, and Yang Chenglie leaped up, somersaulted in the air, and landed steadily.

The ugly girl also jumped off the carriage, and Yang Molihua, holding the four puppies, was trapped under the carriage with a bang.

"Molihua!"

Yang Shouwen got up and saw Yang Molihua and the puppies trapped underneath, his eyes turning red.

Although he had not spent much time with Yang Molihua, the jokes caused by his simplicity had made the long journey less tiring. Yuan Xunyu trusted him and entrusted Yang Molihua to his care. Now, before they even got home, something happened to Yang Molihua... how could he explain this to Yuan Xunyu, how could he explain it to Lüzhu?

Yang Shouwen looked up and saw the dozen warhorses charging over, and a surge of killing intent rose in his heart.

He stood in the middle of the road, holding his spear in front of him.

The leading Turk let out a series of wolf-like howls, drew his large sword, and was instantly in front of Yang Shouwen. He sat astride the horse, raising his large sword high. The cold light of the blade reflected on his fierce face, making him look particularly terrifying.

He roared and swung his sword.

Behind Yang Shouwen, Yang Chenglie's eyes widened.

"Nizi, get out of the way."

Yang Shouwen faced the Turk without dodging or avoiding. As the horse charged toward him, he suddenly turned, the spear spinning in his hand. He reached out and pulled the Turk off the horse, and with a thrust of the spear, pierced through the Turk's chest.

"Damn savages, all of you die."

He pulled out the tiger-swallowing spear, stepped forward, and with a twist of his body, thrust the spear into the horse's neck.

The horse let out a mournful neigh and fell into a pool of blood, throwing the rider off. The rider, dazed and disoriented, tried to get up but saw a shadow flash by. The ugly girl opened her mouth and bit into his throat.