Ye Chunqiu only understood from his father's longing for his deceased mother how could this too gentle father elope for his amazing behavior back then.

"Oh, I don't know if the embroidery lady is doing well, but now I'm fine. When I arrive at the ancestral tomb, there will always be ancestors of the Ye family. She is the posthumous wife of the imperial decree. I believe the ancestors will recognize her. It's better to have some underground care. When I go back, I should prepare more incense and candles. The incense and candles here in Hangzhou are better in color, and yellow paper is also..."

Listening to his father talking like this, Ye Chunqiu was actually used to it. Seeing that he was thinking, he picked up food for him. He realized that it was time to fill his stomach, so he barely moved his chopsticks.

In fact, Ye Chunqiu really hoped to go back with his father earlier so that he would not worry about him every day. But these days, because of the honor of the chief minister, the school always calls him to him every now and then, as a model, and to give some advanced deeds reports to his younger generations and classmates. This is something that has been around since ancient times and will never be cut off in the future.

He couldn't erase Zheng Tixue's face, so he had to keep it. However, the Prefecture and County Schools in Ningbo and Fenghua counties were looking forward to him going back, and probably hoped that he would do something like this, which made him a little difficult to resist. It would be good that he could delay it for a day.

After using the meal, Ye Jing brewed a pot of tea and brought two tea cups. Ye Chunqiu shook his head and said, "Dad, I have something to do today. I made an appointment with a few classmates to go to Yunshenglou for tea, but I am afraid I can't be with you."

"We have to go out at night too? The weather is not good today." Ye Jing frowned.

Ye Chunqiu smiled and said, "All of them are familiar classmates. Since they agree, it is hard to break their promise."

Ye Jing finally understood and nodded: "Then come back earlier."

Ye Chunqiu sat for a while and moved with an oil umbrella. As soon as he left his house, the autumn wind blew with the rain. Ye Chunqiu held the umbrella sideways, as if he was walking in the rain. He tried his best to stare at his feet and dared not step on the puddle with his boots. He was already familiar with Hangzhou City. Every street and every alley nearby was remembered firmly in his mind. He liked the alley paths paved with blue bricks here, and also liked the tough grass squeezed out from the cracks of the bricks, so he tried his best not to step on them. I don’t know if it was with some kind of sadness and pity, but he seemed to admire the tenacious life of surviving in the cracks of the bricks.

After a long alley, there was a small pier in the distance. The river led to Xizi Lake, so most of the flower boats were here to pick up passengers. The weather was not good today. There were only a few cruise ships in the river, and only a few black-sailed boats were docked on the pier. Ye Chunqiu pulled the wet hem of the Confucian shirt and the oil umbrella was at the pier, waiting alone here.

The night was already dark, and the neighbors on the other side had lit up lights. Occasionally, the sound of silk and bamboo making fun of them came, sometimes high, sometimes drowned by the sound of wind and rain. The turbulent river water flowed by Ye Chunqiu's feet. Ye Chunqiu was here alone and couldn't help but whistle.

After a while, a black-sailed boat gradually approached. A man with a straw raincoat was standing on the bow, muttering something to the people in the boat. When the black-sailed boat approached the trestle bridge, the person who came saw clearly was the famous Qianhai Ningwei commander Qian Qian, the current commander of the Left Camp of the Fifth Military Camp in the Local Five Military Camp, well, he has been promoted, but he is not in a hurry to go to Nanjing to take office, and he still needs to run in Hangzhou for a connection. Commander Qian has always been like this. Before the troops move, food and grass will come first.

When he saw Ye Chunqiu, his eyes lit up. He helped Ye Chunqiu get on the boat. Two more people walked out of the black tent and greeted Ye Chunqiu. One was Zhang Qianhu, who had always regarded Ye Chunqiu as his life-saving benefactor. This time he made a contribution. Commander Qian was going to Nanjing, so he brought him along. The other was also an old acquaintance. Chen Chang, a hundred households who had competed with Ye Chunqiu, was also taken to fool around by Qian Qian. Qian Qian has always adhered to the mentality of being a man who is more money and more easy to mess around. He always inevitably transferred some of his own people to his side.

Everyone is an old acquaintance and can't help but greet each other. Qian Qian did not ask for debts, and Ye Chunqiu still owed him a lot of money. When he met, he did not remind Ye Chunqiu to pay off his debts, which gave Ye Chunqiu a lot of face.

The black-sailed boat began to leave the pier and gradually went down the water toward the depths of Xizi Lake. Ye Chunqiu was still holding an oil umbrella at the bow of the boat. Hearing that Qian Qian was smearing and talking about how he would settle the relationship when he went to Nanjing in the future. He heard that Ye Chunqiu was going to study in the Imperial College, he smiled and said, "Oh, this is great. I will go and see you when I have time. Tsk tsk, Chunqiu should not see us as a rude man and pretend not to recognize us."

Ye Chunqiu didn't put his mind here at all, but he still said, "If you are an official, a student is a civilian, but I am afraid that Brother Qian will not look down on the students."

"Haha..." Qian Qian smiled: "What's the matter? You still owe me..." When he said this, he thought that it seemed a bit unrighteous to talk about money at this time, so he said in disappointment: "What's our relationship? He has gone to battle to kill the Japanese and lived and died together. You turned into ashes, and I recognize you too."

Ye Chunqiu thought to himself: "It must be that I still owe you money, so it turns into ashes, and you recognize me too." Then he smiled and did not point it out.

I don’t know how long the boat had been, but when I arrived at the center of Xizi Lake, Chen Chang, who was supporting the pole, then looked at Zhang Qianhu, then pulled out two cloth bags from the black tent. The cloth bag was very large and could accommodate a person to bend in. As soon as the holes of the two cloth bags opened, there was indeed someone inside. Both of them were tied as strong as rice dumplings, and their mouths were blocked by cloth, making a desperate sound. Both of them looked disheveled. As soon as the black tent came out, their hair was wet with rain, and they looked very embarrassed.

Ye Chunqiu held an oil umbrella and looked at the two of them faintly.

One is Deng Juren and the other is his second uncle.

They were frightened and their bodies kept struggling.

Qian Qian laughed at the side: "I personally tied the knot, are you struggling to get rid of it? If you move around again, you will be killed and you will be defeated."

Juren Deng and Ye Song immediately did not dare to move.

A few days ago, Juren Deng had already been demoted by the governor of the throne, but now he is only white.

As for Ye Song, after a few days of shackles, he almost died. After finally raising them, he was extremely down and out. It is said that he could only survive by relying on some fellow villagers.

Now they were all tied up by Qian Qian and came onto the boat. Ye Chunqiu stepped forward, smiled at Deng Juren, and said, "Uncle Deng Shi, do you still remember me?"

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!