Yan Wei rode a horse and circled around the small yard, holding a bow in one hand and placing an arrow in the other. Suddenly, a sense of inexplicable familiarity came. This was probably the so-called muscle memory. He slacked his bowstring and shot out, and he heard a loud sound that the sycamore tree in the yard was in the corner.

Yan Wei jumped off the horse and said to Zhang Buer: "I didn't expect that I could actually ride and shoot!"

Don't be small, this is not a wonderful shot. If you don't practice hard, you can go to my grandma's house.

Zhang Buer smiled and said, "Ah Lang was twelve years old and specially hired an old master to teach him. The old master said that although our family is in decline, he is a serious nobleman who can't ride and shoot."

"Of course you can ride and shoot, otherwise who played polo with me last year?" Yuchi Ming took the bow from Yan Wei's hand and pulled it twice, then pointed to the arrow that was shaking by the wind on the tree. "This bow is as loose as the waist of the pants. Brother Yan forgot that he can ride and shoot and still leave some face for his ancestors."

Zhang Buer refused to give in. "When it comes to embarrassing, our family is not comparable to the Wei Chi family. The old Duke of Yuchi was drunk and urinating in the Ganlu Palace, and there are still people rumoring that the old Duke of Yuchi was drunk and urinating in the Ganlu Palace."

Yuchi Ming was proud of his shame and laughed: "Now there are still people who can talk about great-grandfather, which means that my Yuchi family has not yet completely declined."

"It's gone! It's gone!" Old Feng came out of the wing room happily and said happily: "Young Master Yan, the last batch of picture albums have been printed, and a total of 9,200 volumes have been printed!"

Old Feng was very excited as if he had completed a huge project. All the neighbors came out of the wing room, shook their heads one by one to congratulate Yan Wei. They had to congratulate the boss without orders, so that employees would be deducted wages or even fired in the future.

Yan Wei bowed and thanked him, "Thanks to the strong help of all the neighbors, Xiao Ke has completed this transaction smoothly and thanked me here."

An old woman said, "Young Master Yan can't just say nothing and get us away. Why not come some affordable things and make a whole sheep stew for everyone to taste it!"

Everyone agreed, and Yan Wei smiled and said, "I thought so too, but I lost my soup when I poured it into my stomach. I plan to give each person five silos for everyone's hard work."

As soon as this was said, everyone stopped talking. The old woman who had just started to cheer said, "I was just joking, young master, don't take it seriously!"

"But I am sincere. Grandma Liu used to wash and mend my house. Now that I am old this year, I will set up a stall in the shop to do some small business transactions. If you are the oldest here, you will not be able to get it if you don't accept others."

Grandma Liu wiped her tears and said, "That's the lady who pitys her old body. In the past, she often said that the young master was making a fortune behind her back. Now she thinks she is very ashamed. Now, the young master has changed her face and will be relieved if the wife is determined to be sure."

Yan Wei comforted her with kind words, and then said to Lao Feng: "After I left, the trouble shop was taking care of Grandma Liu, and my house was rented out for me. If I got the rent, I would use it to supplement the widows in the shop!"

"Okay! Don't worry, young master, I will definitely deal with it... Huh? Where are you going!"

"Go back to your hometown in Guanzhong!"

When the neighbors heard this, they said reluctantly and tried to keep him. Yan Wei bowed and replied, "My parents' coffin is still in the temple. As a son, they should be buried in peace as soon as possible. I will come back to work with everyone again when I am mourning for three years."

Now he brought out a box of copper coins and sent five stakes to each neighbor. Everyone went there happily. Lao Feng and Zhang Buer drove onto the carriage, sent the last batch of picture albums away, and collected the final payment.

After closing the gate of the courtyard, Yuchi Ming couldn't wait to ask, "Do you really want to go back to Chang'an? What's the best thing about Chang'an!"

Yan Wei sneered, "Chang'an does not have the arrogant emperor's face, nor does it have the cruel subordinates of cruel officials. The manager of the brothel dares not shout at me. You can go to Qujiangchi to fish during the day, and go to Pingkangfang to buy laughter at night. If you are worried, you go to Zhong Nanshan to seek truth and practice Taoism. If you are excited, you will climb Mount Hua to see the scenic scenery. Isn't this good enough?"

In recent years, various forces have been fighting each other in Luoyang. If a small fish like Yan Wei wants to slap a wave, he will take great risks. Even if he wants to hug Li Longji's thigh, he will never enter the game as early as he is, otherwise he will be a cannon fodder.

Chang'an is different. The ancestors of the Yan family did not specifically build houses for royal portraits. In the Northern Wei and Northern Zhou dynasties, the Yan family was quite powerful, and Yan Wei's grandfather also served as the son-in-law of the Yuwen family. Although the Yan family was not as prominent as the Eight Pillar Kingdom, they were also serious Guanlong nobles.

The Guanlong nobles had deep roots and were as wise as Li Er, and they had to avoid their sharp edges. Wu Zetian only dared to stand in Luoyang and swing his fists. When he returned to Chang'an, Yan Wei had his clan members to rely on and had relationships to clear them. Compared with the bloody Luoyang, Chang'an was simply the leisurely southern mountain described by Tao Yuanming for Yan Wei.

Yuchi Ming rubbed his beard and pondered for a while, "I suddenly thought Chang'an was not bad after hearing what you said."

"Maybe that you didn't live like this before?"

"No! I go to Pingkangfang during the day and to Pingkangfang at night. I am happy to go to Pingkangfang. I have to go to Pingkangfang even if I am not happy, otherwise what about Pingkangfang Little King!"

"I'll keep it together all day long, and I'll see if you should be called Pingkangfang Little Troop. Luoyang is not very powerful and can't stand up straight, and it's not at all happy. Anyway, I will definitely go back to Chang'an!"

Yan Wei made up his mind and started preparing, and the income he received was distributed to Wei Suizhong for 20% of the money. If he didn't give it to him, he might not be able to return to Guanzhong alive. Those cruel officials would definitely dare to rob money halfway and even falsely accused him of a crime.

Yuchi Ming and Zhang Buer were sweating profusely. When they came into the room, they held the water jug ​​and sucked a cow drink. "Damn it, I'm exhausted!"

Yan Weiqi asked strangely: "Didn't you two send money to Wei's surname?"

Yuchi Ming slapped his thighs in anger, "If you don't say it, I almost thought I was going to ask for money!"

Zhang Buer said: "The servant in the censor's family had nostrils facing the sky, which was even more arrogant than the saint's face. When he watched me and Mr. Yuchi move money into the warehouse, no one wanted to help."

"Don't be angry with those idiots. They are all grasshoppers in the autumn for a few days. I'll tell you a little happy!" Yan Wei took a piece of paper and handed it to Yuchi Ming, "This is your income. Let's go back and find someone to move away."

Yuchi Ming glanced at him and said with a chubby smile: "There are so many? I have so many industries in my family but have no such income for a year. Even if I can't get into the Crane Control Supervisor, I won't blame you!"

Yan Wei handed Zhang Buer another note, "This is yours, move back to the wing room!"

Zhang Buer waved his hands repeatedly, "I eat and drink with Alang every day, and even if I go shopping in brothels, I will not leave me. What's the point of asking for money?"

"Of course I'm marrying a wife. We are the only men in the family, so we have to get a woman to do laundry and cook for us."

Yuchi Ming poked Zhang Buer with his elbow and joked: "Your Lang is too smart. He wants you to spend money to marry a wife for his command."

Zhang Buer smiled and said, "If Alang likes to let my wife have babies!"

Yan Wei pointed at Yuchi Ming and laughed: "Haha... don't want to separate from our master-servant relationship!"

Zhang Buer suddenly said to Yuchi Ming with a little flattery: "Young Master Yuchi, where can I redeem myself for Wanniang without this money?"

Yuchi Ming stretched out his head and looked at the note in Zhang Buer's hand, "I think beautifully! Wanniang is the eldest maid next to my mother. I want to redeem her and ask your Lang to change the number above ten times..."
Chapter completed!