Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5691 Three No Products
"Among the people who passed by before, there was a couple who were extremely noble. If you can use their nobleness for your use, your fate will be completely rewritten!" Master San Wu said again.

Yang Yongxian looked at the two figures at the end of the line ahead, and murmured: "Master, are you talking about them?"

Sanwu nodded: "Exactly."

Yang Yongxian smiled bitterly, "Master, if it's someone else, I can still think of a way. If it's them, then I'd better accept my fate!"

"How do you say that?" San Wu asked.

Yang Yongxian said: "That woman is my cousin, and now the imperial merchants of Daqi have done business in front of the emperor. That man is my brother-in-law, the great general who protects the country!"

A trace of waves flashed in San Wu's eyes, "No wonder!"

Standing together, the two can condense such a powerful aura.

"There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as there is a heart." Sanwu continued, "As long as you are willing to think, dare to think, half of the success will be achieved."

"If you don't even dare to think about it, look forward and backward, and hesitate, then this matter will never be with you."

"Throughout the ages, how many capable people have achieved a hegemony, who didn't take chestnuts from the fire and seek skins from tigers?"

"If you win their noble spirit, you can replace them and step on their shoulders to flourish."

"You don't dare, you can only look up to them like this forever, are you willing?"

Yang Yongxian was silent, and the hand holding the umbrella tightened subconsciously, and tightened again.

willing?

How can it be!

He is really willing to be looked down upon like this, so he won't go to White Goose Town!
"Master, please guide me." Yang Yongxian leaned over slightly, with an extremely pious expression.

Sanwu smiled with satisfaction.

"No hurry, no hurry, this matter has to be discussed in the long run. Later, you will first get me the birth date of the two of them, and I will study it first."

……

On the way up the mountain, the conversation topics of the big guys all revolved around Yang Yongxian and the 'Master of Three Nothings'.

"Hey, I thought Master Immortal should be a person like Daoist Yuan at least, but I didn't expect to be such a fat black man, he looks really rough, hahaha..." Yang Yongqing laughed as he walked.

Yang Huaming also said: "Monks are not like monks, and Taoists are not like Taoists. They wear straw sandals on bare feet, and their feet are soaked in muddy water. They are so dirty that they look like those of the beggars' gang."

Yang Yongjin said: "I didn't look at his feet, but I saw the things hanging around his neck. At first glance, I was startled. I thought it was a skull, but when I looked closer, I found out that it was made of wood. Something engraved. Just think about it, whose brain is only as big as an orange!"

Yang Yongzhi also came together to talk about his discovery: "The Master Sanwu is also a monk after all, but I don't see any kindness in his brows and eyes, let alone the slightest compassion. When he looks at people, he feels weird, like a It's as sharp as a knife, and I don't know where the eldest brother found such a monk, and he even said he was an eminent monk!"

Big guys, you talk to each other, and everything you say is full of dislike for Master Sanwu.

Behind the team, Yang Ruoqing was also exchanging views with Luo Fengtang in a low voice.

"I think Sanwu has a strong evil spirit. Even if he is really a monk, he is still a wild monk with unknown background, and he cannot withstand scrutiny." She said.

Luo Fengtang frowned lightly, "I also felt it, looking at this person's eyes, he was stained with human blood."

Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips, "No wonder it's called San Wu, Wu Pin, Wu Virtue, Wu Xin, and San Wu's products."

Luo Fengtang said: "This person is a bit evil, we should be vigilant and be careful."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

She will secretly send Liu Xueyun to watch.

In the evening, Liao Meiying sat by the window and sewed small clothes for Zhen'er. From time to time, she glanced at Zhen'er who was sleeping soundly on the bed, with a gentle smile on her face.

Today is the Ching Ming Festival, and Zhener Gapo has gone back to Liaojia Village, and she won't be able to come until tomorrow, so Liao Meiying has to work harder to take care of the children these two days.

There were footsteps outside the house, it was Yang Yongxian who came in.

"I'll come and see you two," he said.

Liao Meiying ignored him, buried her head and continued sewing.

Yang Yongxian didn't care, and went straight to the bed, bent down and touched Zhen'er's head.

"It's been a while, and it's been a long time," he said.

Liao Meiying ignored his existence.

Yang Yongxian covered the child with a quilt, turned around and went to the window, and put a purse into the sewing dustpan beside Liao Meiying.

"There is a bank note in here, and there are 30 taels of silver in the bank note, which is enough for you and the child to spend for a long time, you keep it..."

Before finishing speaking, Liao Meiying took out the purse and stuffed it back into his hand: "No need, I can support Zhen'er."

"You don't have to be so tired, why do you have to toss yourself so tired?" Yang Yongxian asked, and put the purse back into the dustpan again.

"Don't be stubborn, you are my wife, Zhen'er is my son, and it's only natural for me to raise your mother and son."

Liao Meiying stood up abruptly, and put the purse into Yang Yongxian's hands again: "I don't need you to support me, I work hard, but I am happy, I am happy, I am self-sufficient and at ease, take your money away!"

Yang Yongxian was a little annoyed, afraid of disturbing Zhen'er on the bed, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you so ignorant, woman? Do you want me to give money to women outside to make you happy?"

"Your money is all you want, it has nothing to do with me. Our husband and wife relationship has long existed in name only." Liao Meiying said, sat back again, and continued to do needlework.

Yang Yongxian was so angry that his liver hurt, "I didn't give the money to you, it was for my son. It will be used for his future studies and marriage. You can keep it for him."

"Your money is dirty, my son doesn't care about it. I will naturally prepare for him the money for his education and marrying a wife."

Yang Yongxian sneered, "It's not that I underestimate you. How much money can you make in the herbal collection team? Just because you blame me, you have to drag your son to suffer with you? He can obviously live a better life because his father and I Rich!"

The embroidery needle in Liao Meiying's hand threaded the needle swiftly, and smiled contemptuously: "Money is not everything. There are too many people who have money but no quality. I will tell my son to be a good person and be poor." Not scary!"

Yang Yongxian felt that if he stayed here any longer, he would really lose control of flipping the table.

"My son is mine. If you do this again, I will consider taking him to my side..."

As soon as he said this, the embroidery needle in Liao Meiying's hand directly pierced her finger, and bright red blood overflowed.

"What did you say? Say it again!" She stared at Yang Yongxian with red eyes, still holding the blood-stained embroidery needle in her hand.

Yang Yongxian's temper also came up, and he straightened his face and said again: "I warn you, Zhen'er is my son, and I asked you to bring him by my side to make up for you and take care of your emotions. If you are sensible, be yourself If you don't know how to behave, I will take the child to my side to take care of it, and it will be difficult for you to see the child when the time comes!"

(End of this chapter)