Ye Wenyu picked out a robust steed and led it back to his own ho next door, but his expression was very grave.
As soon as Madam Zhao saw this, her eyes imdiately lit up, "Wenyu, why have you brought back a horse from your grandfather’s ho?"
This horse was quite valuable, no small sum of silver, and it made Madam Zhao green with envy.
"I’m learning to ride and asked my little aunt for one; she gave it to ," Ye Wenyu replied.
"Oh, so you’re saying this horse is ours from now on?" Madam Zhao, delighted, stepped forward to pet the horse’s head without even glancing at Ye Wenyu, "You little rascal have finally seen the light. Your little aunt has plenty of good things, and she always grants any request you young ones make. Sweet-talk her properly, and even a casual gift from her is worth more than our entire family fortune..."
Madam Zhao rambled on and on, but Ye Wenyu didn’t take in a single word.
Gazing up towards the distant horizon, he suddenly smiled!
Early the next morning, the Clan Leader ca to visit again, reviving past issues.
Old Man Ye, having no choice, could only ask Ye Jiu to think of a solution.
Most of the villagers were Ye family clansn, and now that his own family was prospering, Old Man Ye wanted to lend a hand to his kin whenever possible.
He didn’t expect imnse wealth, but at least they shouldn’t be starving anymore.
After hearing what Old Man Ye had to say, Ye Jiu imdiately had an idea in mind.
She had Luo Ranran procure a good amount of hybrid rice seeds. Her manor’s fields already had a section set aside for planting rice, and if the Ye family clansn were willing to trust her, she wouldn’t mind providing them with rice seeds.
After all, it was a deed that would benefit both the country and the people. Holding the Golden Finger, Ye Jiu was willing to help others without harming her own interests, as long as it was appropriate.
Even in the town, Ye Jiu had recently been having Ye Bai and Ye Hei distribute porridge to the refugees. Coupled with alms from other wealthy families, the overall situation was bearable, preventing people from starving to death.
Ye Jiu could offer much more, but since the Ye family had only recently co into wealth, she feared drawing too much attention and causing trouble for the family.
In the afternoon, as the setting sun retained a sliver of afterglow.
Madam Zhao and Ye Gaoshui suddenly rushed over in a panic, not even inside the door yet when they shouted, "Dad, Mom, this is bad, sothing terrible has happened..."
What followed was Madam Zhao’s crying and wailing.
"What are you shouting for? I’m still alive, aren’t I? Why on earth are you crying like there’s a funeral..." Madam He was annoyed by the crying.
However, Old Man Ye still remained rational, looking at the incoming Ye Gaoshui and asking, "What’s the matter? You’re a grown man, why are you so flustered?"
Ye Gaoshui was actually not much better than Madam Zhao, but as a man, he wasn’t so easily overwheld with emotion.
"Dad, this is terrible. Wenyu, that brat, left a letter and ran away!" After Ye Gaoshui finished speaking, he couldn’t restrain tears from filling his eyes.
"Ran away? Where did he go? When did this happen?" Old Man Ye was confused.
"Wenxuan read the letter and said that Wenyu left to join the army. Lately, the kid has been following Ada practicing martial arts and doesn’t co ho after school. He was still around last night during dinner, but this morning he was gone, and I don’t know how long it’s been!" Ye Gaoshui was quite attached to his eldest son.
After all, from ancient tis it’s been the eldest son’s duty to support the parents in their old age; it goes without saying that barring any accidents, Ye Wenyu was the one whom Ye Gaoshui and his wife would rely on in the future.
But now, the boy had left without a word, leaving them only a note to inform them.
"So are you saying it’s been a whole day and night since he was last seen?" Old Man Ye asked in return.
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