"Well, it's the old lady Ye who has the title of honor. You know her too, Shopkeeper Hu."

Manager Hu is Lao Pingcheng. In the past, Pingcheng did not have as many high-ranking officials and nobles as it is now. The Ouyang family father and son were both Jinshi, and they are well-known in Pingcheng.

"Whoever has lived in Pingcheng for 10 or 20 years will not know about the Ouyang family? Alas, God is jealous of talent and pitiful."

Yan Xuehuai couldn't help but sigh when she thought of the serious Mrs. Ye.

"What I want to rent is a storefront of Mrs. Ye on Huichang Street, but it is now occupied."

Manager Hu sneered and looked disdainful. When Ouyang Boru passed away, people from Ouyang's family made trouble once, saying that Mrs. Ye could not raise her son and could not maintain her family business, so she asked her to hand over the family business to the uncles and uncles of the Ouyang family to take care of.

Mrs. Ye refused to agree. Not only did she raise her son Ouyang Zan to grow up, marry and have children, but she also trained her son to become a Tanhualang.

Later, Ouyang Zan and his son were missing one after another, so the elders of the Ouyang family simply brought their children and grandchildren to the house and forced Mrs. Ye to adopt her.

"For money, those people don't even want their faces. What's the point of bullying an old lady? If you say that you don't bribe the official, you won't believe it. Mrs. Ye is a dignified edict, but she can't even get her own shop."

Yan Xuehuai thought of the faces of Ouyang Hui and his wife and asked, "Shopkeeper Hu, then Ouyang Hui is also a descendant of the clan's elder?"

"Ouyang Hui and Ouyang Boru are separated from the front of the house. Now the head of the Ouyang family is Ouyang Hui's cousin. The old man with the highest generation in the Ouyang family is Ouyang Hui's grandfather. Although Ouyang Hui is not good, the county magistrate of our Pingcheng County is his cousin's husband. The magistrate of Mrs. Ye was handed over to Pingcheng Prefecture. When the prefect saw that it was a matter within the family, he would fight back to Pingcheng County. When the county magistrate received the complaint from it, he saw that it was Mrs. Ye who sued his brother-in-law. What else could it be? Of course, he sent it back to the clan and let the clan solve it on his own. Therefore, Mrs. Ye had complained for two years, but there was no splash."

"Ouyang Hui's wife Wang looks very fierce." Yan Xuehuai remembered the woman who didn't keep the door on her mouth, and squinted the corners of her mouth.

"Well, the Wang family used to be a scent. Later, the Pingcheng Yexiang Store had a sequel. The Wang family was too thrust to do it. They sold vegetables on Shuncheng Street. The business was not good and they were so poor that they were till the bottom of the world. The Wang family married Ouyang Hui to fill in the house. The Wang family and the Ouyang family got along with each other and showed off their days on Shuncheng Street. A few years ago, Ouyang Hui's cousin husband became the magistrate, and the Wang family even regarded himself as a figure. The Wang family's uncle was named Wang Xiaoxi. He took several people to collect protection fees on Shuncheng Street. I don't know who they had offended, so they let someone take off one leg. Only then did the Wang family be born. Everyone in Laoping City knows that the hidden dragons and tigers on Shuncheng Street are not a dilapidated person who dares to be like the Wang family."

Manager Hu has been from Pingcheng for generations. Although Pingcheng is now called Xinjing, he still can't change his words.

"I think you'd better find another shop. Mrs. Ye has a lot of shops, and maybe there are other ones. Mrs. Ye is also from a big family, but there are no one in her family, otherwise those people from the Ouyang family would not dare to act rashly."

"Well, I'll take a look again, thank you Manager Hu." Yan Xuehuai stopped the topic with a smile.

She remembered another thing and asked, "There is a place called Qingyunling near Xinjing. Is it far away?"

"Qingyunling? Why did you think of asking this?" Manager Hu's eyebrows frowned, his beard shook, and he didn't know how it was done.

"I heard people tell you when I was eating on the street. Are there famous temples and ancient temples there?" Yan Xuehuai asked with a smile.

"I don't know about famous temples and ancient temples, but I heard from the guests in the inn that the area is uneasy. If you and your mother want to burn incense and worship Buddha, go to Baoxiang Temple, Da Tathagata Temple, Wuyi Temple and Baimei Temple in the city. There are more people in these places, which are more incense-rich, which is safer."

Manager Hu kindly reminded him that Yan Xuehuai hurriedly thanked him, but she didn't know whether Li Qiniang believed this or not.

After leaving the inn, she went straight to Shuncheng Street. She walked around Shuncheng Street and saw the way.

In her previous life, she was thirteen years old and had a similar business on the street from ancient times to the present.

Even the thin man who asked about the news looked equally slim.

"The little brother fled? It's obvious! There were so many people coming from Shuncheng Street, all of whom ran from the south. But I'm afraid no one wants your sick little girl. How old is it? Are you twelve?"

"I'm here to ask my father. If you ask the clues, come with him to worship the pier."

"Okay, this sounds like an expert. If you want to make a living on Shuncheng Street, you might as well come to visit Jiao Master if you are a yamen. Speaking of Jiao Master, you are a well-known hero. As long as you are sensible, Jiao Master can guarantee that you can do business on Shuncheng Street for a long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the thin man patted Yan Xuehuai with his chicken feet-like hands, pointed at several people not far away and said, "Did you see, the one in front is Mr. Jiao."

Yan Xuehuai looked over and said that Jiao Master was beyond her expectations. He originally thought he was a burly man with a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right, but unexpectedly he was a fair and clean young man, at most about twenty years old.

Yan Xuehuai hugged the thin man and said, "Thank you, I will ask my father to come here to pay homage to Mr. Jiao tomorrow."

She just wants to see who took off one leg of Wang Xiaoxi.

She found a clothes appraisal shop on Shuncheng Street, and spent fifty cents to buy a half-old silk dress, and another five cents to buy a folding fan.

She changed into clothes, shook the fan, and walked into Huiji Shang Shop.

Huiji's door was open, and Wang was shouting at the two Lifu to lift the sauce jar outside. When she saw Yan Xuehuai coming in, she was stunned, looked up and down, and said, "Are you here to buy pickles?"

Unlike, which young master from a family would buy pickles in person.

Yan Xuehuai raised her chin slightly, as if she hadn't heard Wang's words. She looked around the decorations in the shop, with a picky look on her face. Finally, she looked at the soy sauce jar carried by the two strong men, and then raised an eyebrow: "Why don't you want the soy sauce jar?"

Wang's family was increasingly unable to see the person's origin. She said embarrassedly: "The business is not easy to do, and the shop is rented out. The new owner does not do pickle business, and these sauce jars are not available. Let us move them all out."

"Have you rented it out? No, I clearly saw that when I passed by here the day before yesterday, the shop had not been rented yet?"
Chapter completed!