Chapter 116 A Goose in Jiangnan

Chapter 116 A Goose in Jiangnan

Grandpa Weng has principles; he drinks two glasses every day, regardless of his mood, but only two. It's a habit he's cultivated his whole life, and he can't change it overnight. Therefore, Grandpa Weng rarely drinks too much, and he won't speak the truth while drunk.

But the old man is different.

In his youth, the old man was carefree and unrestrained, enjoying drinking and coming and going as he pleased; now, the years have etched a more reserved side to him, and he rarely drinks to pass the time, except on nights like this.

"You've had quite a bit to drink, take it easy..." Old Master Weng reminded him.

"Mind your own business!" The shouting style makes its appearance again.

Grandpa Weng chuckled, "That's interesting!"

The old man didn't look at him, but he pricked up his ears.

Grandpa Weng continued to sigh deeply, "I never imagined that after retiring from Zhenhu Division, it would be you with me, Old Qu, enjoying your twilight years together. We are truly destined to be together!"

"Hmph!" Old Qu said irritably, "Who wants to spend their twilight years with you?!"

Grandpa Weng specifically asked, "Isn't this it now?"

"Shut up!" Old Master Qu was furious. Honestly, even He Wenxue wasn't as troublesome as him!

The two old men argued back.

Jiang Yutang listened intently from a distance.

They dared not get too close, nor too obviously, lest they be discovered by the two, but Duan Wuheng still noticed them.

"Sister Yutang, are you eavesdropping on those two old men's conversation?" Duan Wuheng blurted out without thinking.

Jiang Yutang didn't even have time to reach out and cover his mouth!

Fortunately, the two were still arguing and didn't hear it.

Jiang Yutang breathed a sigh of relief and then stopped, saying, "Keep your voice down."

Then, somewhat awkwardly, she asked, "Is it that obvious?"

“It wasn’t too obvious.” Duan Wuheng sat down next to her and chatted casually: “It’s just that I was too free and happened to be watching you for a while.”

Jiang Yutang looked at him: "..."

This is the first time I've ever seen someone chat like this.

She couldn't help but think of Zhu Yu.

She grew up with Zhu Yu. When they were young, Zhu Yu's personality was somewhat similar to Duan Wuheng's, but he became more composed later on, probably because he grew up.

Now Duan Wuheng is just like Zhu Yu when he was a child—he speaks without thinking, is reckless, and seems a bit dim-witted.

Yet it made her feel a strange sense of familiarity.

Duan Wuheng sighed, "Sister Yutang, do you think the employer might not want me anymore?"

Jiang Yutang looked at him: "What do you mean?"

It felt amazing, like chatting with Zhu Yu when he was a child.

Jiang Yutang did not object.

Duan Wuheng put his hands on his head, looked up at the sky and sighed, "I always feel that in the master's eyes, I am a troublesome child, and the master will find me troublesome."

The troubles of a young boy.

Jiang Yutang looked at him and said, "I'm not a mind reader, go ask her yourself."

Duan Wuheng pouted.

The two looked up at the stars together.

"Sister Yutang, are you troubled?" the little boy suddenly asked.

"Yes," Jiang Yutang said without hiding anything.

The little boy looked at her and asked, "Do you really have any worries?"

Jiang Yutang chuckled: "Who doesn't?"

Duan Wuheng sighed, "My mother said that if I talk less and run around less every day, my troubles will naturally disappear. Sister Yutang is the quietest person in Bazhenlou and doesn't like to wander around, so I think you have no troubles."

Jiang Yutang: "..."

Jiang Yutang said calmly, "Your mother is right. If you talk less and go out to see people less often, you will have half the troubles."

Duan Wuheng: "Why?"

Jiang Yutang had already propped herself up before Duan Wuheng could kill the next segment of the conversation.

But Duan Wuheng still won: "But you ate so much, if you sleep without digesting it, you'll gain weight."

Jiang Yutang: "!!!"

Jiang Yutang increasingly realized that Duan Wuheng's mother was right...

Either talk less or see fewer people; you'll always find a way to do one.

In the distance, there was a hammock. Jiang Yutang leaped onto it. Lying on her side in the hammock, she felt a sense of tranquility, as if she were in a world apart from the hustle and bustle, and could see everything more clearly.

Grandpa Weng and Grandpa Qu were still talking.

The two people clearly care about each other, but they also have a way of being sarcastic and annoying to each other. No one cares, and they can bicker with each other all night long without getting tired of it.

Duan Wuheng was originally with her, but after she went to the hammock, Duan Wuheng went to tease Zhao Tong and Bai Cen.

Zhao Tong and Bai Cen, one in his prime and the other young, were the last two left after the barbecue.

Wei Wu was by his side, happily picking up any leftovers.

As Zhao Tong and Bai Cen grilled the meat on skewers, they drank and occasionally fed Wei Wu. Time passed quickly as they chatted and laughed.

Wang Sumo stood alone beside a withered tree, gazing up at the moon.

She wasn't a very sociable person; she was naturally quiet. She was surprised that she could talk to Grandpa Weng for so long last time. Perhaps it was more due to her initial awkwardness upon arriving at Bazhenlou, and also because she and Grandpa Weng had been reading separately for a long time, which made things less awkward.

Right now, rather than going to find Wang Sumo to talk and admire the moon, she would prefer to stay quietly in the hammock for a while.

Even when gazing at the moon, I recall the time when my grandfather (Uncle Zhu) was still alive...

Wang Sumo drank a bit too much tonight.

Perhaps it was because the barbecue tonight was far beyond expectations, or perhaps it was because everyone had been feeling stressed for so long during the journey to Bewitching Town, that everyone was relaxed after such a relaxing barbecue and drinks.

For example, her.

Normally, when she secretly drinks, the old man would chase after her and lecture her; today, the old man probably didn't have time to care, she ate some delicious roasted meat, and nestled in this withered tree trunk, looking at the moon with a slight buzz, feeling quite at ease.

It doesn't really count as myself, after all, Wei Meng is still around, isn't he?

The unwritten rule within the Eight Treasures Pavilion is that anyone who manages to escape danger through their own abilities automatically becomes a pet of the Eight Treasures Pavilion. Therefore, Wei Meng, along with A Da, A Er, A San, and all the way up to A Liu, are all automatically classified into the Eight Treasures Pavilion's pet sequence.

Moreover, Bai Cen was extremely fond of Wei Meng.

She had also heard from Duan Wuheng that Wei Meng was very intelligent and had carried Bai Cen for a long time.

After all, it's my own pig, so it's only right that it treats me well.

She had previously annoyed him by buying a whole pig but not killing it, and just following him around. Who knew that the events in the Bewitching Town would happen later?

Therefore, for her, might is a lucky star.

Don't eat Fuxing (a type of food).

But you can't feed Fuxing roasted meat either...

"Weimeng, is the moon beautiful tonight?" Miss Wang was a little tipsy and started talking to Weimeng.

It's not her fault. When she looked up at the moonlight and then down at Wei Meng beside her, Wei Meng seemed to have transformed into a pig-headed, human-bodied friend, quietly watching her, and then said in a deep voice, "Not bad."

“He’s really drunk, he’s even talking to Wei Meng.” Bai Cen sat down to the side.

Wang Sumo smiled and introduced him, "Don't blame me, this mighty brother is sitting upright now, with a pig's head and a human body, very refined, and is enjoying the moon with me."

Bai Cen knew she had drunk too much.

It's easy to understand; back in the Enchanted Town, everyone was on edge, not just her, he himself was too…

Jiang Yutang was already asleep, but the two old men were still arguing. Duan Wuheng and Zhao Tong went to pack their things, leaving Duan Wuheng to come and look after the master. He finally understood; otherwise, it was Wei Meng who was looking after him.

He found an excuse to take the cup from her hand: "I have a question for you, Duan Wuheng. Are you planning to let him stay? He's been worried all night, asking me all the time. I'm tired of his questions, so I'm just asking you to confirm."

Yes, the plan went smoothly, and the takeaway was very successful.

He was just feeling smug about winning without bloodshed when he saw her take out another glass from the other side and take a sip.

He said, "How can it be so easy?"

Because she still had a cup, she gave it to him when he took it, without making a fuss.

Wang Sumo said leisurely, "Let him stay. I love his chatter. He Qingque chatters too, and I really like He Qingque. From now on, we'll make him a special place in the Eight Treasures Pavilion—a birdcage. Qingque should live in a birdcage."

This was truly rambling nonsense.

He Qingque is He Lin.

Some people like to give others names.

In the fish tank, there were Ah Da, Ah Er, all the way up to Ah Liu, and then He Qingque.

After spending some time together, Bai Cen had gained some understanding of Wang Sumo, and she wouldn't bring up He Qingque for no reason.

Bai Cen probed, "Are you worried about He Lin?"

They were getting to the point when Wang Sumo turned to look at him: "Were you spying on my thoughts?"

He was really drunk, even using the word "peeping." Bai Cen had a headache: "If I could really peep, I would definitely peep at the people around me."

Wang Sumo leaned closer: "Speak freely, Miss Wang is in a good mood today, so I will tell you everything I know."

Bai Cen found it both amusing and exasperating, but then suddenly became serious: "I'd like to know what the money exchange's code is?"

"Dream on!" Wang Sumo ignored him.

He originally...

Bai Cen took a deep breath, blushing slightly, and then looked at her: "I wanted to ask..."

But Wang Sumo suddenly interrupted him: "I do have concerns."

Bai Cen was splashed with a bucket of cold water. Well, it doesn't matter, it's going to happen anyway.

He was willing to listen: "What are you worried about?"

Wang Sumo took a deep breath, feeling a bit tipsy, and tried to explain, "I still feel like the matter of Bewitching Town isn't over yet. I'm in a daze, and I just feel like something's not right..."

Bewitching Town?

Bai Cen was surprised.

Wang Sumo, emboldened by the alcohol, described it as: "It's like, it starts off spectacularly, then abruptly ends..."

Bai Cen looked at her.

As if realizing she hadn't explained herself clearly, Wang Sumo suddenly became somewhat dejected: "I know you might not understand, but it's just that girls have a special sensitivity—I feel there's something wrong. Even though He Huai'an brought other disciples from Qingyun Manor, I'm still a little worried about He Qingque and He Ping, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

Bai Cen looked at her without saying a word.

However, he had the same intuition as Wang Sumo.

That's not quite right.

Wang Sumo continued, "However, being so clever, I told He Ping Bank the secret code..."

The money exchange's secret code?

Bai Cen was slightly surprised, but quickly realized what was happening and took his place.

Wang Sumo whispered, "I told He Ping where Azhen is. If something really happens, he will go to Azhen, and Azhen will come to me. He Ping is such a smart person, he will definitely understand."

Bai Cen continued to look at her. He had to admit that some people only looked at the seasonings and food, but actually had a lot more to them than that.

Bai Cen leaned closer again and said seriously, "Seriously, can you tell me a money exchange code too? You've already told He Ping, I can't be inferior to He Ping, can I?"

Wang Sumo was probably really drunk. He laughed and said, "Yang E, a goose from Jiangnan, if you have a huge grievance and the whole world doesn't believe you, go find Yang E."

Bai Cen: (⊙o⊙)…

Bai Cen: (*￣︶￣)

Bai Cen: O(∩_∩)O~

Although Wang Sumo was most likely drunk, and although he wasn't even sure if this "Jiangnan Goose" was real, the money exchange's code still piqued his interest. *Thump*

[Author's Note]

Yang E: I feel like I'm being called out soon, it's not long before it goes live. Please don't call out, please don't call out, I just want to raise geese quietly and peacefully~