Three days later, Mrs. Fang arrived in an inn with an impatient businessman.

"Can we load the truck now?" he asked, frowning. "Have you solved your family problem?"

Old Mrs. Fang felt somewhat ashamed.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but it hasn't been resolved yet, but it doesn't affect business," she said.

Wouldn't it have no impact? With so many people and government officials watching the house, wouldn't they hijack the car to transport the goods out of the house instigated by those young ladies?

Old Mrs. Fang smiled.

"You must be joking, how could that be?" she said, looking a little embarrassed. "Although I am old, I am still a little intimidating."

The businessman hummed and looked down at her.

"So that's how it is. Old lady, you really live up to your reputation." He said with a smile.

It's not a harsh statement, but it's not a nice statement either.

The old lady Fang he mentioned was naturally famous for being tyrannical and uncaring towards her relatives.

How could an old lady like this, who had managed to keep such a huge family business from going bankrupt after experiencing the death of her husband and son for decades, not be able to take care of several younger daughters?

Old Mrs. Fang came to the house in person to express her sincerity and left first. However, the businessman did not go to Fang's house immediately, but came to the street with his entourage.

The hottest topic on the streets during these three days was the dispute over the family property among the daughters of the Fang family. This topic, which had been suppressed, was brought up again because of the third daughter's complaint to the authorities.

"Is it Old Madam Fang who is fighting with the Third Miss now?" the businessman asked with interest.

The chattering people don't care whether they know him or not; they are very happy to share, as happiness is better shared with others than alone.

"No, the third young lady came out to fight for the family property, but the two young ladies in the family disagreed, so the old lady asked Madam Fang to take the two young ladies to the government to argue with the third young lady." A citizen said with a smile.

The businessman smiled.

"This old lady is really heartless," he said, "She let her own relatives kill each other."

"That's nothing." People didn't care at all and took it for granted.

"It was very lively at the beginning today. People from Yangcheng went to the county government office to watch." Someone else gave enthusiastic instructions.

The businessman pondered for a moment

"The Third Miss is alone and so righteous. Can she defeat the Fang family's mother and daughter?" He asked curiously. "I heard that the Third Miss's biological mother harmed Young Master Fang. It's good enough that Madam Fang didn't eat her alive."

The people showed a little smugness of being superior.

"My fellow villager, you probably don't know this." One of them said, "Mrs. Fang is very powerful, but Miss Three is not alone either. She also has a backer."

The businessman looked puzzled.

"Who can support someone like her?" he asked.

"You don't know, maybe? Her backer, Old Madam Fang, is afraid of her." A citizen said, with a raised brow and a thumb. "Jun Jiuling, Miss Jun, do you know?"

The businessman said "Oh", and naturally he was the first to know that Miss Jun returned to Yangcheng. It turned out to be for this.

"This Miss Jun is actually going to help Miss San?" He frowned and said, "This is not good."

"Miss Jun must have a reason for what she does." The people said in unison, looking somewhat dissatisfied with him.

The businessman seemed to be taken aback by Miss Jun's popularity. He walked away with a somewhat embarrassed smile. There was no trace of embarrassment on his face when he left the crowd.

"It turns out that Miss Jun is also a heartless person." He said with a smile.

"Sir, Miss Jun is the one who has received the greatest favor from the Fang family's money house. If it weren't for Deshengchang's military achievements, even Duke Cheng would have died in the north." The attendant said, "People's appetites will only grow bigger and bigger. No one else can have it, but you can't have it as well as you do. Unfortunately, she is a granddaughter and has no reason to seize other people's property. Now let the third lady come forward, and she will support her from behind, and she will definitely take a big bite of the fat meat."

The businessman's smile deepened, but with a hint of coldness.

"Bite, bite, you ignorant idiots," he said.

"So now we..." the follower asked.

"This old lady is so smart. She'll just take them to the government office to make trouble. It won't delay our work." The businessman waved his sleeves and put his hands behind his back. "We'll take the goods and leave. We won't care whether they live or die."

…

The businessman personally led his men to move the silver and load it onto the trucks. Old Mrs. Fang did not go with them, so the silver that was moved out was naturally mixed, filling up two trucks.

"Old lady, why don't you count it? You won't be afraid that we will take too much money from you," said the businessman.

Since they are taking away the principal, there must be an account to be taken away, and the amount is also fixed.

Old Mrs. Fang had a complicated expression.

"You're joking. Without yours, there would be no mine," she said meaningfully.

The businessman smiled but said nothing. Old Mrs. Fang looked at the silver car with a bit of disappointment.

"Old lady, from now on, everything is yours." The businessman laughed softly, "You should be happy."

Old Mrs. Fang looked at him and bowed solemnly.

"It's the same old saying. Without you, there would be no me," she said.

The businessman laughed and sighed with a hint of relief.

"Old lady, the business is gone, but the friendship remains," he said.

Old Mrs. Fang bowed with gratitude.

"It's getting late, we must set off," said the businessman.

Mrs. Fang bowed again and saw them off in person, but was turned away by the businessman just as she reached the door. She could only stand at the door and watch the group of people walk down the street until they soon disappeared from her sight.

"Grandma, how do you feel?" Fang Chengyu walked over and asked.

What does it feel like?

Old Mrs. Fang clenched the cane in her hand.

There was no longer any imperial edict in the crutch that made her worry day and night.

She looked back at the house, and there was no silver in it that had troubled her day and night.

Decades of secrets disappeared just like that.

"I don't have to worry about whether you will be by my side when I die," she said suddenly.

This secret no longer needs to be passed on and will go to the grave with her.

"I feel empty." She put her hand on her chest and smiled again, "But it's also very relaxing."

…

The convoy was moving along the road, with people riding horses in the front and back, and some people were throwing wine bags to each other, and there was constant laughter.

“They have it so easy.”

On a hillside not far away, Miss Jun, who was wearing a straw hat and a woven straw hat and almost blended into the hill, spoke lightly, staring fiercely at the group of people.

There was a gust of wind behind her, and a branch hit Miss Jun on the head.

"What?" Miss Jun asked with some annoyance.

Zhu Zan didn't care about her bad mood and raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Let's go play," he said.

Miss Jun looked down at him, her brows furrowed.

"What to play?" she asked.