Qin Shihuang became rich by setting up a stall
32 Picking up a niece, why are you so busy?

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When he returned home, the sky had already turned slightly white.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, Lin Yang did not plan to go back to sleep.

Moreover, Old Tian would probably bring people to pick up Meng Wanning early in the morning.

When the time came, he wouldn't have woken up yet. It wouldn't be right to leave her hanging.

When he returned to his room, Meng Wanning was lying quietly on his pillow, not moving at all.

He fell asleep?

Good heavens, this girl was really big-hearted.

Lin Yang couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing that Meng Wanning was sleeping soundly, he was not in a hurry to untie her so as not to wake him up.

Instead, he went to the cubicle at the side and started to cook porridge.

In the fragrant rice soup, there were black and sparkling century eggs and fried salted meat.

Lin Yang had spent a lot of effort to get this century egg.

Normally, this thing needed to be marinated in plant ash and tea leaves.

However, Great Qin did not have the habit of drinking tea yet.

The value of the tea leaves had yet to be discovered.

Therefore, Lin Yang, who was extremely hungry for preserved eggs, could only go out of the city to pick them himself.

After a few days of hard work, he finally settled the tea leaves and began to develop the preserved eggs.

A rich fragrance wafted out from the congee.

Lin Yang, who had been running around for half a night, was also hungry.

The sky brightened, and the porridge was ready.

"Thump, thump, thump…"

Just as he was about to set up the bowls and chopsticks and untie the hemp rope on Meng Wanning to wake her up to eat something together…

Someone knocked on the door of the courtyard.

In the entire Xianyang, Lin Yang, who had transmigrated, naturally had no relatives or friends.

Therefore, he could guess who was knocking on the door with his toes.

"F * ck, no way? So early?"

Lin Yang looked at the sky and estimated that it was only around six o'clock.

Did Old Tian value his niece Meng Wanning that much?

Although he was puzzled, he still hurriedly untied the hemp rope and hid it.

Then, he woke Meng Wanning up.

" Okay, don't bother me... Just sleep a little longer..." Meng Wanning, who was in a daze, complained lazily.

Lin Yang rolled his eyes." Your father is here to pick you up. Get up quickly."”

"What? Oh…"

With Lin Yang's reminder, Meng Wanning, who was still in a daze, gradually woke up.

She realized that the person beside her was not a servant, but Lin Yang.

She didn't dare to stay in bed anymore. She rubbed her eyes and sat up.

After waking Meng Wanning up, Lin Yang also opened the courtyard door.

As expected, Meng Yi and a few of his servants entered his sight.

However, what made Lin Yang feel a little strange was…

These servants were actually carrying two large boxes.

Huh?

Old Terry, why did he come to pick up his niece with so many bags?

Could it be that these were for him?

He didn't expect Old Terry to be so good at doing things. He didn't even need to remind him.

At this thought, Lin Yang's face was filled with smiles.

"Ah, Old Tian, come in quickly. Have you had breakfast?”

Meng Yi had a strange expression.

Why was Lin Yang so enthusiastic today?

Although he was puzzled, he still subconsciously replied," No, I didn't get your letter. I came over early in the morning…"

"Damn, there's no hurry. I just happened to cook porridge. Let's eat together.”

Lin Yang enthusiastically pulled Old Terry into the house.

After all, he did not come empty-handed.

No matter what, he had to do his part as a host, right?

As soon as he entered the house, Old Terry was attracted by a strong fragrance.

His stomach growled.

"Lin Yang, what are you cooking? Why is it so fragrant?”

"Pork congee with century egg. I'll give it to you later.”

As they spoke, the two of them entered the house together.

"Wan Ning, why didn't you tell Zhongfu before…uh.”

Just as Meng Yi finished his sentence, the scene in front of him made him swallow his words.

At this moment, Meng Wanning's hair was disheveled and her clothes were a little messy.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she got up from the brick bed and walked over.

She staggered.

The most important thing was…there were blood stains on the bedding!

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