Yang Xu said "Oh" and stood up and said, "It's so lively outside, why are she doing alone in the yard? Well, I'll go over and take a look..."

As he said that, he walked leisurely to the courtyard where Yang Hongyu was.

Huamei looked at Yang Xu's back, blinked her big eyes and said to herself: "Miss is like this, it's not because of Mr.... Why can't you see such a smart person?"

Yang Xu walked to the small courtyard where Yang Hongyu lived and knocked on the courtyard gate a few times.

"who?"

After counting breaths, Yang Hongyu's cold voice sounded.

Yang Xu cleared his throat and said, "It's me... Yang Xu."

The yard was quiet. After more than ten breaths, Yang Hongyu's voice came out again: "What are you doing?"

Yang Xu said: "Everyone is gathered together to talk and laugh, it's very lively, you'll come out too!"

Yang Hongyu said: "I don't like the excitement, I won't go!"

Yang Xu advised: "You are the leader of the village and the backbone of everyone. If you are not here, everyone feels that something is missing."

Yang Hongyu remained silent.

Yang Xu said again: "Come on! It's boring to sit alone. I'll tell you a few new stories later, and you can listen to them together."

Yang Hongyu still didn't say anything.

Yang Xu scratched his head and said, "I told everyone to come and invite you. If you don't come, I'm very embarrassed! My big village leader, would you please give me a face?"

There is still no movement in the yard.

Yang Xu had no choice but to turn around and leave.

After walking a few steps, he heard the sound of the door of the backyard. When he turned his head to look, Yang Hongyu's beautiful face had already appeared in front of him.

Yang Xu was happy and was about to speak, but Yang Hongyu had already walked straight past him and integrated into a group of female villagers.

Yang Xu smiled and returned to the crowd. He saw Huan's thrush tilted his thumb up at him, meaning that Mr. Yang was so powerful that he could call the leader out.

"Sir, didn't you say you wanted to tell a story? What are you going to tell today? Everyone is waiting to listen."

Yang Dazhi brought Zhang Zhuchai over and asked Yang Xu with a smile.

There were also tactful village residents who offered tea so that Yang Xu could quench his thirst when his mouth was dry.

Yang Xu sat down on the bamboo chair carelessly and said seriously: "Today I will tell you a series of stories. The name of the story is "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio... Well, this first story is called "Painted Skin..."

Yang Xu recalled the content of the painted skin and started slowly.

After listening for a while, the villagers realized that what the teacher told was a ghost story.

The people of Yangjiazhai, both men, women, young and old, are mostly bold, but Yang Xu's words were ups and downs and full of voices and emotions. This was the first time they heard such ghost stories, and some of them were a little creepy.

Some female villagers heard the news and wanted to get up and leave because they were afraid, but they wanted to know the subsequent story development, so they depended on each other to give each other courage and insisted on listening.

The thrush sat beside Yang Hongyu, holding one of Yang Hongyu's arms tightly with both hands, and her little face turned a little white.

Although she was scared, she still held up her ears and listened carefully, not wanting to miss a word.

However, Yang Hongyu's expression was faint and she didn't look scared at all.

Listening to Yang Xu's ghost stories one after another, the plot was ups and downs, strange and bizarre, Yang Hongyu was both admiring and curious in her heart, and she didn't understand how Yang Xu made it up.

Seeing that it was already dusk, Yang Xu stopped speaking. Seeing that the villagers looked at him eagerly, as if they were still waiting for him to continue talking, he waved his hand with a smile: "I won't say it anymore! I won't say it anymore! It's almost dark. If you talk about such a story, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep at night!"

When Yang Xu and others dispersed, Huamei hugged Yang Hongyu's arm and said pitifully: "Miss, can I... sleep with you tonight?"

Yang Hongyu glanced at her and said strangely: "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep alone in the past?"

The thrush tilted his mouth in the direction of Yang Xu's departure and said, "The ghost story told by Mr. is a bit scary, I'm afraid..."

Yang Hongyu rubbed her little head and said, "You, are you afraid to listen?"

Huamei muttered, "I don't know why, the more I'm afraid, the more I want to hear..."

Yang Hongyu took her hand and walked to her residence with her, saying as she walked: "There are no strange things in this world, they are all fake! Don't think about it all, you won't be afraid. Well, let's go to have a meal together and then take a break soon."

That night, many Yangjiazhai villagers suffered from insomnia due to fear.

The next morning, several village residents came out with dark circles. After seeing Yang Xu, they couldn't help but complain: "Sir, I've been hurt by you! I heard those ghost stories and didn't dare to sleep all night."

Yang Xu smiled and said, "Will you still listen to it tonight?"

A few village residents looked at you, and then nodded, and said in unison: "Listen! The story of the gentleman is better than what the storyteller said. If you don't listen, you will lose a lot! You can't sleep for a few nights, and you can't miss it!"

Yang Xu laughed and chatted with several village residents for a casual conversation. Then, he walked around the perfume and soap factory, cement factory, greenhouse and breeding farm in the manor with his hands on his back. Seeing that everyone was busy in an orderly manner, he felt relieved and returned to his residence to recuperate and practice.

Since the last assassination, Yang Xu deeply felt the importance of his own strength. He has never slacked off and was lazy. He practiced hard every day. Even restaurants and perfume shops in the imperial capital rarely went to.

Yang Xu originally wanted to find Yang Hongyu to practice to improve his practical experience, but found that Yang Hongyu seemed to deliberately avoid him recently and always refused to meet him.

Although Yang Xu understood the reason, he could only deliberately pretend not to know.

Before, he was facing a death stance and let go of everything, he would hug Yang Hongyu and say the words he liked and wanted to pursue her.

He felt that if Yang Hongyu was interested, her attitude towards him should have changed somewhat since that incident.

But Yang Hongyu was still cold and cold, just like before, which made Yang Xu unable to figure out her thoughts, so he did not dare to mention the previous incident again.

After all, a woman is thin-skinned. She hugged her and said those numb words that day. With her personality, it would be good that she didn't cause trouble for herself afterwards.

So before she couldn't figure out what Yang Hongyu was thinking, Yang Xu decided to be honest.

During these days, under the leadership of Yang Xu, the development of cement has been moving forward. After many tests, various standards have met Yang Xu's requirements. As long as a large number of personnel are recruited, large-scale production can be carried out.

After the cement was made, what Yang Xu wanted to do the most was to build a cement road from the manor to connect it with the official road that directly leads to the imperial capital.
Chapter completed!