novelden Chapter 182 They don't need to show their faces, so why worry?
Chapter 182 They don't need to show their faces, so why worry?
"Brother Biao, where is your wife?" After finishing their meal, several people walked out of the restaurant. Yang Xiaoniu saw Hongyan went out to order food and did not return to the private room.
"Oh, it's so rare for us brothers to get together to chat and drink. With a woman sitting next to us, it won't be fun to drink." Yang Biao patted Yang Xiaoniu's shoulder. The boy looked like he was drunk.
"Brother Biao, if you miss home, come back and visit." Yang Xiaoyong walked up to him and saw that he seemed to be taller than himself.
"Brother Xiaoyong, thank you!" Yang Biao expressed his sincere gratitude. He saw sincerity in Yang Xiaoyong's eyes.
"Well, good boy!" Yang Xiaoyong held his two arms with his hands. They felt hard and full of muscles.
"Where do you live?" The four of them had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, so in order to avoid any accidents on the way and make it difficult to explain to their families, they had to send them directly back to their residence for safety reasons.
"We're staying at Ruyun Inn." Yang Bajin was burping, his feet were unsteady, and his body was swaying as he spoke.
After Yang Biao knew the address, he asked Ji Lang to drive the four of them back to Ruyun Inn.
"Where did you go to drink?" Yang Bowen smelled the strong smell of alcohol on the four people and covered his nose. It was so stinky.
"We went to a very expensive restaurant. The food was delicious, and the wine was tasty too..." Yang Bajin smacked his lips, still savoring the delicious meal.
"Do you know how much this meal in the restaurant cost?" Yang Xiaoniu actually didn't know how much it cost. He only remembered that the prices of the few dishes he saw were ridiculously expensive.
"You are such spendthrifts. You actually ate at such an expensive restaurant." The four of them were acting like this before even half of the wine was sold. Yang Bowen's face turned black.
"Yang Biao treated us to the drinks and we didn't spend any money." Yang Bajin felt a little sleepy and lay down directly on the big bunk.
"Brother Biao is treating you to a drink, why don't you invite us to go with you? That's too much!" After hearing that Yang Biao was treating them, Yang Keyu struggled to get up.
"Oh, you're already so injured. You have to be careful about what you eat when taking medicine. You don't want to take care of your body, but you still want to drink?" Yang Xiaoyong helped him back to bed and let him rest well.
"I remember that Yang Biao used to be very poor. I heard that he even picked up steamed buns discarded by his classmates in the college to eat." Yang Keyu was a little bit unbelievable. The public school paid for Yang Biao's first two years of study. Later on, Yang Taishi borrowed money from others and even went to his house to borrow money. He was the poorest among them. When did this kid become so powerful?
"Let's not bring up the past. Yang Biao is doing well in the capital city, so there's no reason why I can't. This is also the reason why I want to stay in the capital city." Yang Dongsheng sat on the stool with a tense expression, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
"Brother, since you want to stay here, then do it with full energy." Yang Bowen didn't care about it. Everyone has their own ambitions and you can't force them.
"Well, I have the same idea, but can we do it?" Yang Biao was already a scholar. Compared with him, Yang Litian was obviously lacking in confidence.
"I'll let it go. Today Yang Biao invited the four of us to dinner at a restaurant, and I found out that those rich people who go to the restaurant don't care about the price when ordering food." Yang Jiangping might have been a little unwilling before, but now he has completely lost his temper.
"Don't you know that a pot of three taels of liquor costs ten taels of silver in a restaurant? They make so much money." Yang Xiaoyong even looked at the menu to find out the price of the liquor there.
"So it was right for my grandfather to let the villagers open their own restaurant. It's a pity that no one has the vision to do so." Yang Litian expressed frustration when the villagers refused to carry out this plan.
"Well, everyone was crazy at that time. The waiters are us grown men, and the kitchen is for the aunts and young wives. They don't have to show their faces. What's there to worry about?" Yang Xiaoyong thought of this and now thinks it is feasible. Unfortunately, he was stubborn at that time and did not think of this. Now he wants to open a restaurant, the manager is no longer in charge, and they can't afford the responsibility.
"Oh, I really regret not listening to my parents and studying hard!" Yang Xiaoniu burst into tears. Scenes from his youth flashed before his eyes. Yang Biao insisted on studying despite being filial. Now he is a scholar and has married many beautiful wives.
If Yang Biao were here, he would definitely retort: I'm sorry! Brother, I'm not talented, but now I'm a juren.
"What are you all doing?" Yang Shuiqian came over when he heard the crying. He did not sleep on the dormitory bed, but paid for a No. 1 room and lived alone.
"Xiao Niu regretted not concentrating on his studies before, and was stimulated by the fact that Yang Biao married another beautiful wife." Yang Xiaoyong drank less and his mind was still clear.
"Ah, Yang Biao married another one?" Yang Shuiqian was a little confused. Did the beautiful wife in the city agree to let him marry another one? Are all the beautiful women in the city so easy to marry?
"Well, so beautiful!" Yang Jiangping carried Yang Xiaoniu, who had fallen asleep on the ground due to crying, to the big bunk bed.
"How beautiful is she?" Yang Bowen pulled him to sit on the big bunk bed, wanting to know what Yang Biao's new wife looked like.
"Alas, it's a pity that I don't have the ability to draw Yang Biao's portrait, otherwise I would draw it for you to see." Yang Jiangping fell back on the big bunk and threw away the foot that Yang Bajin had stretched over his head.
"You guys should go to bed early." Yang Shuiqian, feeling extremely depressed, walked back to her room and sat blankly on the bed until dawn.
"Master, are we setting off?" It was almost the 9th hour, and Xia Weiwei might not come. Ji Lang asked Yang Biao who was squatting at the door waiting.
"Check the weapons you carry first. Madam hasn't come back yet, let's wait a little longer." The laws of the Shang Dynasty allowed slaves to carry weapons to protect their masters. Yang Biao moved his numb feet and slowly moved with the help of the ground.
"Yang Biao, how long will we have to wait?" Hong Yan, dressed as a servant, got out of the car.
"Wait a little longer. The sun is a little hot. Qiuyue, help your master get into the car." Yang Biao did stretching exercises to relieve the numbness and soreness.
"Master, I bought some meat buns." It was just dawn and no one had eaten breakfast yet. Dong Quan handed him two meat buns.
"Well, give two to each of us." Yang Biao took the meat bun, took a bite, and was not in a hurry. Xia Weiwei didn't come today, so he might as well leave tomorrow. It didn't matter if he left a few days later.
"Yang Biao, have some water." Hong Yan walked over with a water bag.
"Okay," Yang Biao felt a little choked, so he took the water bag and started drinking.
"Please sit in the car to avoid getting tanned." Yang Biao returned the water bag to her and pushed her to the car.
"Yang Biao," Xia Weiwei, who had spent the whole night with Liu in the Xia residence, came over in a carriage. She looked around and found many strange men on horseback. "I'm not late, am I?"
"No, as long as you come, it won't be too late." Yang Biao saw the bruises under her eyes. This must be because Liu had dragged her to chat all night.
"Yeah," seeing that he didn't blame her, Xia Weiwei stretched out her hand to him.
"Ji Lang, Madam is back. Go and tell everyone to leave." Yang Biao picked her up and put her in the car. "You didn't sleep all night. Let me hold you and sleep for a while."
"Yeah," Xia Weiwei closed her eyes. She was really sleepy.