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The leader of the Beggars' Gang looked at him and said, "Old man, are you here looking for the fifty taels as well?"
Yes, nowadays, all the people in the capital city call the skinny horse of Mr. Tanhualang's family "Fifty Liang".
The round-faced steward nodded and said, "To be honest, I am the steward of the Wu family. The master at home is anxious, so we servants have come out to look for him."
The Beggars' Gang immediately suspected nothing and drew a cross at the entrance of the alley with coal ash. They walked forward with the round-faced steward, trying to get information from him: "What kind of grass do you like to eat most for the fifty taels? What do you like to do most?"
It’s not a good idea to search all over the streets like this.
If you know what the horse likes, you can hook it out!
Isn’t this how you fish?
The round-faced manager spread some false information and soon parted ways with the Beggars' Gang.
He wandered around for another hour, secretly contacted their people, and then returned to the Wu family...
Wu Weian returned early.
He and Ji Yunxi took a shower one after another and stayed in the bedroom to blow ice.
The beauty bed is Ji Yunxi's territory, and the table full of books in front of the window is his territory.
He was writing and drawing, while Ji Yunxi was checking the list of supplies delivered to the shop last month.
Ji Yunxi already had a rough plan in mind regarding Fang Yuan's matter, but all of this could only be implemented after finding Fang's parents.
Since they had just started looking for someone, there was no point in being anxious, so Ji Yunxi quickly calmed down and started to handle official business.
Someone knocked on the door outside.
Wu Wei'an, who was sitting at the table, raised his head and said to Ji Yunxi, "It's the steward. He should have something to report."
Ji Yunxi hummed and said casually, "Then let him in."
Wu Weian was silent for a while, then subconsciously turned his head to look at her.
She was reclining on the couch, wearing a thin crescent-white nightgown.
Wu Weian looked away without looking away, touched his nose, and did not let the round-faced steward in. Instead, he opened the window, leaned out half of his body, and said to the steward standing outside the door: "What's the matter?"
The round-faced steward looked at the closed door in front of him, then looked at the young master who had half his head stuck out, walked over, and stood outside the window: "Young master, the person has not been found yet."
"Hmm." Wu Weian shrank back and asked calmly through the window, "What about the horse?"
The round-faced steward said: "We have found the horse."
"Oh?" Wu Weian frowned, his heart tightening slightly. "Our people found it, or the common people—" He paused, "found it?"
The round-faced steward looked at the young master's face in the window, and his old face couldn't help but twitch: "Sir, I saw it in the alley."
Wu Weian breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of smile in his eyes: "Not bad, then can you bring the horse back?"
The round-faced steward shook his head: "In my humble opinion, the time has not come yet to find the horse."
The smile in Wu Weian's eyes disappeared instantly: "So you didn't bring the horse back?"
The round-faced steward said, "Yes."
Wu Weian closed his eyes and said, "My good steward, you can only think one step ahead at a time. Can't you think a few more steps ahead?"
The round-faced steward didn't understand. He felt he had done nothing wrong. "I don't understand. Please explain clearly, sir."
Wu Weian scolded coldly: "If you leave the horse there, what if it is found by others? Will you pay me fifty taels? Can't you secretly bring the horse back and hide it in the mansion?" In this way, no one can find the horse, and he will never give the fifty taels.
The round-faced steward had a stern expression, feeling that his young master was simply being greedy for money. "Sir, I did think about it. But the horse is too big to be brought back secretly, and the streets are full of people nowadays."
"That's true." Wu Weian rubbed his brows. "By the way, is Marco still pulling the carriage?"
The round-faced steward nodded.
Wu Wei'an was heartbroken: "Then can't you unload the carriage? Even if you can't bring the horses back, you can at least pull the carriage back, right?"
That carriage is much more expensive than the horse.
The round-faced steward looked up at the sky.
He really didn't expect this.
And, he pulled the carriage back? Was he the horse?
Wu Wei'an waved his hand: "Go and check it out quickly, and bring the carriage back to me."
The round-faced steward answered yes and disappeared in front of the window.
Wu Weian stood in front of the window, one hand on his waist, shaking his head helplessly, feeling quite disappointed with his future.
Behind him, Ji Yunxi had been looking at him for a while.
She wondered what the round-faced steward and Xuezhu had gained from following him all these years. Was it because he was stingy, or rather, thrifty?
Wu Weian turned his head, met Ji Yunxi's gaze, and curled his lips towards her: "By the way, Yunniang, I have something to trouble you with."
Ji Yunxi shook the list of supplies in her hand lightly, feeling that this was not what she wanted to hear.
She refused coldly: "I'm afraid I can't help you."
Wu Wei'an left the table and walked to the side, picking up the new clothes he had damaged. His face was bright and clear, and his tone was gentle: "It's just a small matter."
Ji Yunxi stared at the clothes hanging on his elbow, raised her eyebrows, and said affirmatively: "You want me to compensate you for a piece of clothing?"
"Of course not." Wu Weian raised his eyebrows, a look of 'Why do you think of me like that?' "I just want your maid who is good at embroidery to help me mend it. None of my servants can mend clothes."
Ji Yunxi didn't know how to react for a moment and subconsciously said "oh".
*
After his fifth brother came back, Ji Mingyan rarely saw him.
There is a formation in the fifth brother's yard, so he can't get in.
But today, Ji Mingyan calculated that his fifth brother's food reserves were probably finished, so he stayed in the kitchen, and sure enough, Ji Mingyuan came.
Ji Mingyuan had two large bags hanging on his left and right. The bags looked ordinary, but they were made of the finest snakeskin material, so they would not break no matter how heavy the things were.
Ji Mingyuan quickly put the rice, flour, vegetables and meat in the kitchen into the bag one by one.
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