At noon, Yang Chenglie came back.

He seemed very calm, but those who knew him could still see some clues from his eyes.

Very complicated!

A little disappointed, but seemed very happy.

He got off the horse outside the yard, and Song An had already run out and took the reins of the horse.

By the way, Song An is no longer a lonely man and has been officially promoted to the chief supervisor of the Yang family's front hall, and has three subordinates. Two healthy wives and one healthy servant, who were also sent by Zheng Jingsi, the descendant of Guangwu Mountain.

In Zheng Jingsi's words: Wenxuan, you are from a wealthy family, how can you let your wife cook and handle miscellaneous items?

He said this, but Yang Chenglie was not easy to refuse.

As a result, three more people were added to the Yang Mansion, which completely liberated the Song family and could devote more energy to the construction of the winery.

"Alang, you're back."

"how?"

Song An whispered: "The eldest son is angry. He just said he wanted to go to Zheng's house to find you, but was stopped by the fourth wife and Yang. He is now angry in the house. He has not eaten lunch, and no one is allowed to enter his yard. He is a little unhappy."

"Hmph, I've turned him back!"

When Yang Chenglie heard this, he was furious.

He strode into the front hall. Song was about to come to greet him, but seeing his expression, he immediately stopped Yang Qingnu and Yang Rui and retreated back to the living room. Yang Chenglie walked through the door veranda, entered the backyard, and headed straight to the Ailian Hall where Yang Shouwen lived.

Entering through the moon gate of the small courtyard, there is a screen carved from white marble, with lotus pond patterns carved on it. Many lotus flowers bloom in the pool and appear vividly. This white marble screen is made by Ma Yilang and is worthy of the name of the number one stonemason in Xingyang. On the back of the screen is Yang Shouwen's love for lotus, and the font is even more from Yang Shouwen's Yan style.

The scenery in the courtyard has improved a lot when Yang Shouwen first moved in.

The pool turned into a lotus pond. There were vines hanging on the wall, extending to the edge of the lotus pond. The seemingly chaotic vines formed a complementary flavor with the lotus pond. They were messy, but natural, without artificial carving.

"Shizi, eat something. You didn't eat in the morning."

As soon as I walked into the yard, I heard Yang's consolation.

Yang Chenglie looked over and saw Yang standing outside the door of the small building with a tray on his back. The door that never closed was closed was closed at this moment. Yang tried his best to talk. But there was no sound inside the door. It seemed that Yang Shouwen was still angry.

"Sister Yang, give me the food."

Yang Chenglie took off his shoes, stepped on the wooden clogs placed on the porch, and walked to Yang's side.

He took the tray from Yang's hand, then waved his hand, signaling Yang to retreat first, and stretched out his hand and gently patted the door.

"I won't eat!"

Yang Shouwen's voice came from the building. "I'm about to be kicked out of the house, what else can I eat?"

Hearing this, Yang Chenglie felt a trembling heart.

But he quickly calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Yizi, it's me."

There was no sound in the building immediately, and a moment later, there was a clattering sound. It must be that Yang Shouwen went upstairs with a cane.

Yang Chenglie sighed and reached out to pull the door open.

"Alang, what do you want to say to Yizi? You also know that this child's temper is sometimes stubborn and very stubborn."

Yang stood under the porch and saw Yang Chenglie about to enter the door. He quickly persuaded him softly.

Sometimes, the relationship between these two father and son is really a bit complicated.

Yang Shouwen is a stubborn person, and Yang Chenglie is also a little stubborn. When there is no disagreement, he is just a pair of happy funny guys. But once there is a disagreement, no one will give in. In the end, someone must come forward to mediate.

I don’t know how to solve this situation today!

Yang Chenglie nodded and said that Yang didn't have to worry, so he walked into the house with a tray.

The living room on the first floor was empty and there were no people.

Yang Chenglie followed the stairs and went straight to the second floor, but saw that Yang Shouwen's bedroom door was closed. He walked forward and wanted to push the door open, but Yang Shouwen bolted the door from inside. Yang Chenglie shook his head helplessly and said softly: "Shizi, open the door."

"Don't open!"

Yang Shouwen's voice was filled with a strong resentment, "Anyway, I will no longer be named Yang, why should I listen to you?"

At this time, Yang Shouwen was indeed like a child who was wronged.

He has devoted too much emotion to this family and his family.

In his previous life, he was lonely and bedridden for more than ten years, and no relative was around him. In this life, he finally had a home, but he had been wasting seventeen years. This made him pay more attention to this home and Yang Chenglie.

But when he heard Yang Chenglie was about to change his surname, he suddenly felt abandoned and deceived.

"You are still surnamed Yang, and your son of Yang Chenglie, open the door immediately."

Yang Chenglie suddenly raised his voice, "Don't think you are better than me, but you dare to stare at me. Let me tell you, I am you! If I hadn't seen you get hurt, I would have beaten you long ago. I'll say it again and open the door for me! Did you hear it?"

There was a silence in the room.

After a while, I heard the sound of crutches tying the ground, and the door opened immediately.

Yang Shouwen stammered his neck and glared at Yang Chenglie, "I'm opening the door, what do you want to do?"

But he knew that Yang Chenglie's originally serious face suddenly became softer, and even had a look of flattery.

"Yizi, you have injuries on your body, why don't you eat? Hurry up, this is specially made for you by Sister Yang, it's all delicious... Come on, let's go in and talk. You smell the fragrance, it's so fragrant! I feel greedy when I smell it."

Do you want to be so rude? Didn’t you just say you wanted to beat me up?

Yang Shouwen snorted and walked back with a cane.

Yang Chenglie laughed with her, followed in with a food plate, and placed it on the couch table.

"Will you care if I die or not? Aren't you going to send me out? I'm almost out of other people's children, what does it have to do with you if you are hungry?"

"Shizi, please sit down first?"

"snort!"

Yang Shouwen put the crutch on the edge of the couch and sat down.

"Eat first, it's almost cold."

"Tell me clearly, what do you mean?"

"You eat first, and I'll say it while eating."

"If you don't eat it... If you don't explain it clearly, I won't eat Yang's millet."

Yang Chenglie put down the chopsticks and looked at Yang Shouwen with a complicated expression.

He knew that this matter had left a knot in Yang Shouwen's mind! If he could not explain it clearly, he would definitely not agree.

After pondering for a moment, he sighed.

"Yizi, I'm also thinking about you."

"For my sake, let me change my surname?"

"Actually, I just let you take your mother's surname, but I didn't expect you to react so much."

"I didn't expect it?" Yang Shouwen was angry, "If I were born, you would let me take my mother's surname, I would never have any objection. Whether it is Zheng Shouwen or Yang Shouwen, I was born by you anyway, so I will follow you. But I have been the Yang family who has been in the Yang family for seventeen years. When I was sick, you didn't abandon me. Now I'm fine, but you want me to change my surname?

Do you know, you do this and make me feel that I am incompetent, so you do this.
Chapter completed!