Yan Xuehuai looked at Mrs. Ye. She was waiting, and she was waiting for the stubborn old man to ask for help.

She knew that if she spoke first, Mrs. Ye might refuse.

Otherwise, why did no one else help find Ouyang Zan and his son over the years?

It is not ruled out that some people are indeed taking advantage of the situation and want to get some benefits from it, but with Ouyang Boru and Ouyang Zan, their classmates and friends will not all stand by.

But why did all these people stop interfering in this matter later? Firstly, Ouyang Zan was a member of the marriage delegation, and this matter was very involved, and secondly, it might also be related to Mrs. Ye's personality.

Mrs. Ye cannot tolerate any doubts from others, and she even thinks that others' help to her is alms.

Just like Yan Xuehuai saved her, she would return it to the shop. She didn't want to owe Yan Xuehuai, and she didn't want to owe anyone else's kindness.

Yan Xuehuai and Mrs. Ye had been dealing with each other for three years, so the moment Mrs. Ye showed her the letter, she guessed what Mrs. Ye meant.

So she was not in a hurry, she couldn't speak, she had to wait for Mrs. Ye to say it first.

Sure enough, after a suffocating silence, Mrs. Ye finally spoke: "........ In this matter, Lao Shi wants to ask you for help... Don't worry, Lao Shi still has several shops. If you can help Lao Shi find their whereabouts, no matter whether they are alive or dead, Lao Shi is willing to give you all those shops."

"Okay, I agree." Yan Xuehuai answered readily as soon as Mrs. Ye finished speaking.

Mrs. Ye said: "Did you really agree?"

Yan Xuehuai smiled and said, "Yes, I promise, but I don't want those shops. Now the shops in Pingcheng are worthless, I don't want them."

Mrs. Ye was stunned and said angrily: "I can't give this big house to you. This is the ancestral house, and I want to leave it to my grandson."

"Don't worry, I only like to live in a new house, but not an old house, so you just leave this house for your grandson, and I don't like it." Yan Xuehuai laughed.

Mrs. Ye raised her face and said, "What else can you like here in the old man?"

Yan Xuehuai said: "I don't have one, but my brother should like those lonely books in your family."

Mrs. Ye's eyelids that drooped because of her old age suddenly became stunned: "How do you know that there is still a lonely book in my family?"

Yan Xuehuai grinned: "I guessed."

Last time, Feiyuwei destroyed many books, and Mrs. Ye gave all the broken books to Xiaoman.

At that time, Yan Xuehuai didn't take those broken books seriously. It was not until later that Chai Yan and Xiaoman strongly praised Mr. Wei that she realized that in ancient times, books were very valuable things, and even could be passed down from family. Even Chai Yan, who obviously didn't like reading, would spend a lot of money to collect lonely books.

In fact, in modern times, those ancient books are also very precious, but Miss Yan has never been exposed to them.

She was originally not sure that Mrs. Ye still had an isolated book hidden in her family, she was just a test. After all, Ouyang Boru and Ouyang Zan were both very famous scholars.

Unexpectedly, after just a little temptation, Mrs. Ye was exposed.

So proud people often don’t lie.

Mrs. Ye also understood that she had been fooled. Feiyuwei did destroy a lot of books, but those were placed outside. The real lonely book had long been taken away by Mrs. Ye as a soft and soft one.

Seeing that Mrs. Ye was still hesitating, Yan Xuehuai stabbed Mrs. Ye in the heart with another knife: "It's okay, you can't bear to leave it alone."

Mrs. Ye is such a proud person. She knew that Yan Xuehuai said this on purpose, but she still stung her neck and showed disdain: "I promised you, but these are for Xiaoman, and you are not allowed to rob you."

Yan Xuehuai rolled her eyes. What was her image in Mrs. Ye’s heart?

Killing and setting fire to the golden belt, cheating Yan Xuehuai?

"Okay, it's a matter of determination. I'll go back to the capital the day after tomorrow. In the past two days, Mrs. Ye asked Mrs. Ye to sort out the relevant information and ask Wu Jie and Wu Rui to send it to me. The more detailed you can be."

Old Mrs. Ye nodded and picked up the tea casually.

Yan Xuehuai shrugged and looked at it. After the matter was said, it was about to hit people.

After Yan Xuehuai left, Mo Yu said to Mrs. Ye worriedly: "Dawu and Erwu have been investigating for so many years. How can you find a girl's house? You might as well hand over this matter to the boss's wife. The boss Zhou Da is still the boss's wife's sister."

Mrs. Ye snorted coldly: "One is a cow and the other is a fox. Can this be the same?"

Of course, Yan Xuehuai didn't know that Mrs. Ye said behind her back that she was a fox, and she was not sure about helping to find Ouyang Zan and Sanwu.

It's not because she has a noble character, she doesn't have to shop and just used books.

If she puts the old books and shop in front of her, she must have a shop.

But Mrs. Ye’s shop was too hot, so she didn’t dare to reach out to pick it up, so she became a good sister and chose to help Xiaoman ask for a lonely book.

No, when she returned to the capital, she had to blackmail her and let Xiaoman take out all the New Year's money to buy her gifts.

In the evening of the next day, Wu Jie sent all the information Yan Xuehuai asked for.

To Yan Xuehuai's surprise, over the years, Dawu Erwu has found very few clues about Ouyang Zan and Sanwu.

First, the place where they had an accident was outside Yanmen Pass. The pass was blocked very tightly in recent years, so the two Dawu and the two Dawu were unable to leave the pass;

Secondly, since Fusheng disappeared, most of the energy of Dawu and Erwu has been devoted to Fusheng.

However, the information includes four portraits, two portraits of Ouyang Zan and Sanwu, each of which is missing, very young and in his prime; the other portrait is already a middle-aged man with wind and frost.

Yan Xuehuai asked, "Who did this portrait come from?"

Wu Jie said, "This was drawn by the old lady himself."

Yan Xuehuai took a deep breath. Mrs. Ye had never seen Ouyang Zan after middle age, so this portrait was imagined by Mrs. Ye himself.

Yan Xuehuai suddenly felt a little sad. The old mother with gray hair had been sitting in front of the tea stall for more than ten years, looking at the white clouds in the sky, imagining her son.

She sighed, the silly woman in prison was the same.

Waiting day by day, looking forward to the day when her daughter starts school, because on that day of each semester, she can get a photo of her daughter.

She waited and waited until the oil lamp died.

That night, Yan Xuehuai dreamed of the woman again. The woman blocked her behind her and raised her kitchen knife to slash at the vulgar man in front of her.

This time it was clearer than ever before. Yan Xuehuai saw her tall figure, straight back and black hair, but she still didn't see her face.

Yan Xuehuai woke up from the dream. She hadn't had this dream for a long time.
Chapter completed!