"Ang'er! Ang'er! Go and have a look, your brother is fighting with someone again!" A panicked voice came from far away.

Zhao Yian took down the dried bean curd sheets, put them into a bamboo basket, and carried them to a ventilated place. These bean curd sheets would have to be taken to various restaurants tomorrow, so they had to be cleaned up in advance, otherwise it would be too late.

The man rushed into the tofu shop, sweating profusely. He looked around and saw Zhao Yian under the shed. He breathed a sigh of relief and supported himself with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.

Zhao Yian brushed the dust off his hands upon hearing this, and slowly put the remaining bamboo baskets in place. Only after being urged by the visitor did he follow the person out.

"Why aren't you anxious at all? That's your brother!" The person who came was Nan Ge'er. When he saw Zhao Yuansheng fighting with someone else, he rushed back to report to Zhao Yian.

Zhao Yian sneered, "I don't want a brother who causes trouble like this." Zhao Yuansheng often fights with others, it's a common occurrence.

Before they had gone far, they saw Zhao Yuansheng approaching from afar, carrying a saddlebag. His face was covered in dust, as if he had rubbed it against the ground hundreds of times. Zhao Yian's heart suddenly jumped. He ran forward, grabbed his hand, and turned it around to check: "Are you hurt? Does it hurt anywhere?"

Zhao Yuansheng shook his head, "Brother, I'm fine."

Zhao Yian felt relieved and slapped him on the head, "Why are you fighting again?"

Zhao Yuansheng pursed his lips, tears threatening to fall: "Humph, he was the one who scolded me, he called me a pig, so I hit him, I did nothing wrong."

Zhao Yian was extremely helpless. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his face and dragged him home. "Did you win the fight?"

When Zhao Yuansheng heard his brother ask this, his eyes lit up and he raised his chin proudly: "I won! I beat him to tears!"

Nan Ge'er chuckled, "Our Yuan Sheng is so amazing."

Zhao Yuansheng scratched his head embarrassedly, "Hehe."

Several people peeked in at the gate of the yard, and only rushed in when they saw that there was no one in the yard. Zhao Yuansheng went back to his room first, Zhao Yian went to boil water for him to take a bath, and Nan Ge'er helped.

"Your father and the others haven't come back yet?" The two chatted in the kitchen.

"I estimate I'll be back in half an hour." Zhao Yian took a piece of firewood and put it into the stove.

Dad and daddy have been a little busy recently because of the branch business. In recent years, the tofu skin business has been on the right track. Originally, there was only this small workshop at home, but later more restaurants placed orders, and traveling merchants also started to take the goods to sell everywhere. Zhao Shiyun discussed with the village chief to open a tofu skin workshop in the village and help the villagers make money together.

The workshop purchased soybeans grown by the villagers and also hired many villagers to work. In the past few years, everyone's lives have improved a lot. They make money, can afford to eat, and have plenty of new clothes to wear.

Douxiangzhai's first branch opened in the county when Zhao Yian was ten years old, and business was good. Recently, the branch was planning to expand and become a restaurant. My father and daddy rented a shop and were busy renovating it.

Zhao Yian boiled some water and asked Zhao Yuansheng to take a bath. Seeing that there was nothing for Nan Ge'er to do, he said goodbye and went home.

*

The next day, Zhao Shiyun took a truck full of bean curd sheets and went to deliver the goods with Zhao Yian. They first delivered the goods to a few restaurants and then drove to the escort agency.

In the next county, there's a grocery store owner with branches across the country. A few years ago, he started ordering dried bean curd sheets from the Zhao family. Previously, he'd always sent people to pick them up, but recently, probably because he's been busy, he's hired a security company to help deliver them. All the Zhao family has to do is deliver the goods to the security company, and the security company will bring them back when they're paid. After all these years of working together, there's still some trust.

"Uncle Zhao, An'er, you are here." Li Zhiheng, an intern escort from the escort agency, had just opened the door and was cleaning at the entrance when he saw the Zhao family's ox cart from afar and hurried down to greet them.

This ox cart had been bought for almost ten years and could carry more goods than the donkey cart. Furthermore, the Zhao family's donkey died of old age when Zhao Yian was five years old.

"Brother Li." Zhao Yian jumped off the ox cart and greeted him with a sweet smile.

Zhao Shiyun glanced at Li Zhiheng sensitively, and started moving the bean curd sheets without saying a word.

Li Zhiheng asked the escorts in the escort agency to help with the move. They finished moving in a short while. He counted the quantity and wrote a note for Zhao Shiyun to sign.

Zhao Shiyun took it and looked at it. Seeing that the quantity was correct, he stuffed it into his arms and urged Zhao Yian to get in the car quickly. He wanted to go to the shop to find Lin Yan.

Li Zhiheng watched them walk away from behind before reluctantly going back.

Zhao Shiyun hesitated to speak all the way, but finally spoke, "An An, you don't like that guy from the escort agency, do you?"

Zhao Yian suddenly heard his father's blunt question and his face flushed red. He stammered, "Dad, what are you talking about? I'm only fourteen, still young. I didn't think about that."

"In two years, we'll be discussing marriage. If you really like him, you should pay more attention to him and see what his character is like and what his family is like."

Zhao Yian lowered his head and twisted his hands, his heart pounding. "Dad, you've been in more contact with him than I have. What do you think?"

Zhao Shiyun stroked his chin and thought. This Heng kid seemed to be a good guy on weekdays, but he still had to find someone to ask about it to feel at ease. Some people were good at pretending, saying one thing in public and another in private. He hoped that he was not that kind of person.