The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

Mr. You rushed back early the next morning.

The security guard in the yard delivered the news that the old house had caught fire. When Mr. You received the letter this morning, he was completely panicked. He did not even bother to find a carriage. Despite his old age, he just led a horse and rushed back.

I was too anxious on the road and sprained my waist.

Fortunately, he rushed there and received good news. His wife and children were safe, and only a row of houses in the backyard of the old house were burned down.

The villagers only learned about the fire at You's house this morning. They lived in scattered houses and heard some noises at night, but they were far away. When they woke up in the morning, they saw that one side of You's house was missing and realized that there was a fire.

This is very strange. The You family's house has a good orientation and good feng shui, and this kind of disaster has never happened before. In addition, the weather nowadays is not dry enough to ignite the ashes of candles, which makes people think too much.

"Speaking of which, didn't that bastard surnamed Shi circle around the You family's yard a few days ago? I don't know where he has gone now."

"Who knows, maybe he did something bad and ran away!"

"Didn't Madam You come back the other day?"

"Hey! Who knows? It was that bastard who started the fire. He saw that the owner was not at home and wanted to steal!"

"Thank goodness, no one is hurt! Money and other things are not important. As long as the person is well and has no illness or disaster, that's the best!"

The villagers squatted in the shade of the trees in groups of three or four, holding bowls of porridge and rice, eating and chatting.

"Ma'am, be gentle!"

In the You family's yard, Mr. You was lying on the couch, making it convenient for Mrs. You to apply medicated oil on him.

"Hold on. You are already old, but you are still so impetuous. Twisting your waist is the least of your worries. What will you do if you fall off the horse and fall on the road?"

Despite being scolded like this, Mrs. You finally loosened her grip a little and rubbed the medicated oil with less force.

"I was really scared when I heard the servant's report this morning. I didn't have time to listen to the end and hurried back!" Master You lay down with a square pillow in his arms and drank a sip of water from a small bowl beside him.

Upon hearing about the fire, Mr. You's first reaction was to see if his wife and children were safe. He was so worried that he rushed back without even notifying the old lady.

When they arrived, they had already sent people to investigate the cause of the fire. They heard from nearby villagers that Shi Ping had been hanging around outside the house for the past few days. They also learned from Mrs. You that Shi Ping's own son had celebrated the festival.

Mr. You was almost certain that the fire was Shi Ping's deliberate revenge, but unfortunately the guard who went to look for him had not returned yet.

I'm afraid Shi Ping has already run far away.

"Madam, in fact, this country is...why not move back with Mu'er?"

After all, the shop is still in the county town, and if anything happens, he won’t be able to get back in time.

Last night was truly a blessing.

"In fact, so much time has passed. Now there is no one with evil intentions in the mansion, and the old lady also..." Mr. You wanted to persuade his wife to take his son back to live in the mansion, so that the family could be reunited together, and it would be lively and safe.

"…No need. Mu'er and I live very well in Taoxi Village. I was indeed careless about what happened last night. I just need to be more careful in the future. I can educate Mu'er by myself."

Mrs. You's face paled a little. She put down the medicine oil, wiped her hands, and was unwilling to mention moving back.

"That's not what I meant, ma'am..."

Seeing Madam You turning away and trying to leave, Master You quickly reached out and held her back, coaxing her: "Hey, Madam, I won't say anything, don't be upset."

Mrs. You snorted and sat at the round table opposite to drink tea.

Master You pulled down the clothes on his back to avoid the wound on his waist, struggled to turn over and sit up, still speaking nicely.

"At least it's for you and Mu'er's injured waist."

One person was drinking tea in silence, while the other was rubbing his waist while muttering something. At this time, the young master came in with Xiao Cui, breaking the slightly tense atmosphere. Xiao Cui was holding a bowl of porridge in her hand.

"Dad, have some porridge."

When Master You saw it, he quickly took it and laughed happily: "Good, good, Mu'er is really sensible now!"

I came here in a hurry this morning and didn't have a drop of water on the way. Now I really feel hungry.

"Madam has taken good care of Mu'er." While drinking porridge, Mr. You did not forget to praise Madam You, flattering her and trying to please her.

Madam You glanced at Master You, and finally relaxed her expression. She smiled and said, "Just drink your porridge. You can't stop talking!"

"By the way, how is the business these days? It's harvest time again. Apart from the grain that needs to be handed over to the authorities..."

While Mr. You was drinking porridge, Mrs. You started talking about the several shops in her family. They used to make money, but now they are deserted and there is a tendency that they are not making enough money to cover their expenses. She can't just stay in a losing shop and lose money instead.

When talking about these shops, Mr. You's brows were filled with gloom.

There is no way, who told the people in the county town that they can't afford to offend the Yao family! In the past, although these wealthy businessmen had no apparent contact with the county magistrate, every time Mr. Yao's banquet was held, they all went to welcome him. If there is a way to make money, everyone should do it together.

But now the You family has been isolated, the cooperation has ended, and even the number of customers going to the shop to buy things is very small.

"Oh, that's how it is. There's nothing we can do... If I don't make any money, then I don't make any money!" Shaking his head, Mr. You didn't want to mention his troubles anymore.

"If it doesn't make money, just sell it." The silly young master on the side was rolling around with a square pillow. Seeing that Master You looked sad, although he didn't understand the twists and turns in this, he also gave his own thoughts with simple thoughts:

"Dad, I'm not happy, don't"

At first, Mr. You just touched his son's head and coaxed him, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that this was an effective method.

Although he had invested a lot of effort in these shops, he felt very sad to see them going from bad to worse day by day.

But if you don’t sell it before you lose money, you may lose even more!

After all, the Yao family has absolute power in the county, and although County Magistrate Yao never shows up, his pressure is everywhere.

I heard from the madam that Yue Niang, who followed Master Yao, is a scheming woman, and she may not be willing to help the old owner of the You family to plead for mercy.

It is expected that this store will become a burden to the You family in the future.

It is better to cut it off when necessary and you can get a handsome reward in return.

Rather than guarding a few empty shells, it is better to exchange them for real money.

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Mr. You glanced at Mrs. You, and when their eyes met, he made a decision immediately.

"Mu'er is right. Since it doesn't make money, let's sell it! From now on, Dad will have free time to come and accompany Mu'er. Are you happy?"

"Happy, mother too, happy." The silly young master nodded repeatedly, his eyes curved into crescents with smile.

Mr. You wrote a letter that day and asked the servant who followed him to deliver it to the managers of several shops as fast as possible.

Because of his injured waist and the need to rebuild the backyard, he hired some bricklayers and bought materials. Workers came and went in the yard, and the family needed a man to support it, so Mr. You temporarily lived in the yard.