An Jing finally smiled, "Dividing the money, huh? Sounds good." With that, her dream of opening many grain shops to store food might not be a dream anymore, and moreover, it might come true very soon.
Wang Youbao immediately turned the conversation back to vermicelli, "When we harvest sweet potatoes later this year, we’ll make them into glass noodles and sell them in the restaurant. The restaurant’s business will surely get even better!"
In an instant, An Jing fell silent, feeling that Wang Youbao was too fixated on money.
However, thinking about how Wang Youbao had said that having money would make him feel more secure, An Jing understood.
The next day, at Wang Youbao’s invitation, An Jing and Xiao Changyi went over to his place for a meal. However, before their ox cart even reached the Wang Family’s gate, An Jing and Xiao Changyi could see from a distance that there were quite a few people gathered at the entrance.
The closer the ox cart got to the Wang Family’s home, the clearer An Jing and Xiao Changyi could hear an old man’s voice cursing—
"...I treated you so well back then, and this is how you repay me? When my older brother was alive, he always let me in. But now you, you won’t even let me through the door!"
Once they parked the ox cart, An Jing and Xiao Changyi walked towards the Wang Family’s entrance, only to find an old man being stopped by two young servants from the Wang family, not allowing him inside.
Although the old man was leaning on a walking stick and had white hair, he was supported by Wang Youtao.
Seeing Wang Youtao and hearing the old man’s curses, An Jing and Xiao Changyi could infer that this old man was probably Uncle Wang, Wang Youbao’s uncle, as well as Wang Youtao’s father.
"Elder Uncle, you should just leave, we really can’t let you in," said one of the young servants, clearly impatient.
But Uncle Wang was persistent, "What, afraid of people seeing? I am his uncle, his own uncle. As soon as his father died, he wouldn’t even let his own uncle enter. Where is the sense in that? I won’t leave. I want to let everyone see how Wang Youbao treats his elders!"
As he spoke, Uncle Wang even turned around, addressing the onlooking crowd righteously, "Fellow neighbors, you be the judge. During the New Year, which family doesn’t visit their relatives? Although my older brother has passed away, Wang Youbao is his only son. I didn’t want to fall out with him, so I had my son Youtao repeatedly invite him over for a meal. It’s fine if he doesn’t want to come, and I didn’t pursue the matter when he was rude to my son Youtao, but now he won’t even allow me, his uncle, to enter! I came here today with good intentions to see him, but he had his people block me, his very own uncle, at the door. You all hear this, is that reasonable?"
"Unreasonable! Too unreasonable!" the onlooking neighbors started to accuse Wang Youbao.
An Jing frowned and exchanged a glance with Xiao Changyi but said nothing.
At this moment, Wang Youbao, who had been notified, came out from his house. Upon seeing so many people at the gate, he frowned briefly, then approached politely, "Uncle, what’s all this about?"
"What’s all this?" Uncle Wang scoffed, "Wasn’t I stopped at the gate by your orders? The neighbors have all seen it! Wang Youbao, well done. Once my brother died, you’ve grown bold, not even acknowledging me, your uncle, although I hurried here out of good intentions to visit you."
The presence of an elder visiting a junior and being blocked at the door prompted the onlooking neighbors to reproach Wang Youbao—
"Look at your uncle, at his age, how can you bear to block him outside?"