After experiencing the despair and struggle of the past six months, the innocence in Yang Ying's heart has disappeared.

His case was full of twists and turns, and he finally got the wronged. He guessed in his heart that this should be the game of the adults above, and he was lucky enough to become the pawn of the county magistrate to overthrow the county magistrate.

But now after hearing what Zhao Xingtai said, there are other reasons behind this.

"On the mountain behind Fangjia Village, there is a Qingsong Temple. The owner of the temple will meet all his requests, but the person who asks must pay the corresponding price. The 30,000 taels of silver he paid off for your gambling debt was exchanged with his eyes." Zhao Xingtai saw that he poured him a cup of tea, and after saying that, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"I know this." Yang Ying thought of the black-clad female guest who always came to their restaurant in the middle of the night. "Do you want to tell me that my stepmother's eyes can be cured because of the viewer, and that I was able to be released from prison because someone went to ask her, or even made an exchange with her?"

"yes."

"But ordinary people should not have such great ability, right?" What's more, they are just an unknown Xiaoguan.

"Overyone is not so capable, but how could the snob master who can restore Manager Jiang's eyes to an ordinary person?" Zhao Xingtai looked at Yang Ying's expression and continued: "Although this sounds a bit mysterious, I am not here today to convince you. I just feel that some people have given something behind their backs and always let those who benefit from it know."

Yang Ying cooperated and showed a look of listening attentively.

"Shopkeeper Jiang is an elder I respect very much. Seeing her losing her eyes for you, and now she has lost a leg, and you don't know anything, I will inevitably speak up for her. Okay, I'm finished my tea and it's time to leave." After that, Zhao Xingtai got up, put down the tea money, picked up his hat and left the restaurant.

Yang Ying stood up and saw him see him off. When he watched the boy walk away, he slowly sat down at the entrance of the restaurant, watching the people coming and going on the street, his eyes full of confusion.

...

Qingsong View.

Manager Jiang slowly stood up with the table and tried to walk with one leg. As for her other leg, although she did not look the same as before, she no longer felt anything.

Her legs were ruined, and it seems that Yang Ying should have been out of jail safely.

When Chu Yang entered the door, he saw his wife moving step by step. He hurried over and helped him and said, "What's wrong with you? Are your feet numb?"

Manager Jiang smiled and said, "It seems that it may have been suppressed when I went to bed last night."

"Then I'll press it for you." Chef Yang is used to doing these things.

Manager Jiang did not refuse, but during the pressing process, she asked, "What if my leg is broken? I am getting older and sooner or later I am not flexible, who knows what will happen next?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Chu Zi Yang said, "We are free from illness and disaster, so why can't we be able to do it well?"

"Didn't this mean if it's the case?"

"If this is true, I will ask Miss Fu to help you and replace my legs with you." Chu Zi Yang said, "You are so beautiful, you will feel sorry for being a cripple."

Manager Jiang felt a little hot, and his face was still smiling, but he pinched him, "If you become a cripple, it would be inconvenient to cook. If you can't cook, we will both starve to death. Let me be lame. When you can't cook in the future, you will change to you."

"Look at what you said, it seems like your legs are really lame."

Chu Zi Yang wanted her not to be too careful, but as he pressed her, he realized something was wrong. He found that no matter how light and heavy he pressed her, his wife did not respond.

My wife is the most tickling person. She looks very smart on the outside, but she is very charming in private. She hums when she touches her legs. She must not be lighter or severe. She has been serving her for so many years, and Chu Zi Yang has long understood her temper and enjoyed it, but today her wife has not reacted anyway.

"Can I press this way?" he asked tentatively, but looked up and saw his wife looking at him with a gentle look.

Suddenly, a vague premonition arose in his heart.

"you……"

"My leg seems useless." Manager Jiang said as relaxed as possible, "It may become a burden to you in the future. Don't dislike me."

"But yesterday wasn't it still good?" Yang Chuzi didn't listen to her whispers, "You have always been in good health. It's impossible for your legs to be useless. If something really happens, we'll go see the doctor. It's impossible for you to get out of the army if you say something wrong for no reason."

As he said that, he was going to take his wife to the foot of the mountain.

"It's useless!" Manager Jiang grabbed the table with both hands and struggled not to let him hug him. "It's normal that my legs and feet are not flexible. Do you dislike me? If you dislike me as a cripple, you would have said that I'll pack up now and leave."

"How could I dislike you? I just..." Chef Yang explained halfway, suddenly, and suddenly felt as if he was in his heart. He thought of something. He looked at his wife again and said, "You... the master... you... you... you..."

Manager Jiang lay on the table and refused to look at him.

The couple was in a stalemate, and Chu Zi turned around and walked quickly towards the subjective.

The viewer has such great ability and has broken two legs. She can completely make Xiaowan's legs go to waste.

There are not many pilgrims in the Taoist temple on weekdays, and they are only a little more lively on the first and fifteenth day of the day. Today is not the first day of the day, nor is it the fifteenth day of the day. After the Sanqing statue, Sanniang is writing, while Fu Yao is taking a nap.

When Cook Yang rushed in, Sanniang saw him and gestured to him to silence, then looked at the owner lying on the recliner, then walked to him and asked him in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with Xiao Wan's legs?" Cook Yang hurriedly said, "Has she changed something with the audience?"

"You have to ask Manager Jiang for this." Sanniang said.

After hearing her answer, Cook Yang understood, "Sanniang, can you tell the audience that I will exchange my legs for Sanniang? I'm begging you."

Seeing him like this, Sanniang sighed and said, "Uncle Yang, I can understand your feelings. But you should discuss this with Manager Jiang. It is better for you to take turns to make the conditions. The viewer doesn't need to trade with others, and you can directly pick up a complete person from you."

Chef Yang calmed down now and knew this truth. He slowly slid to the ground and said depressedly: "She didn't let me know anything, thinking that I could feel at ease like this. But seeing that she was not doing well, how could I be happy?"

"This is the last time." At this moment, Manager Jiang had already supported the stool and came to the door. She looked at her husband and said gently: "I promise, this is the last time. No matter what happens in the future, I will tell you, okay?"

"But……"

"Or I'll tell you about this one year later," Manager Jiang took a step back, "I won't hide it from you, I just want to postpone the time. What do you want to know then, I'll tell you what you want to know, how?"

"I..." Seeing that his wife's eyes were decisive, Chef Yang knew that if he forced her to ask, he would only make her embarrassed. He stood up again and compromised, "Really?"

It's just a year, he can wait for his wife to slowly open up his heart and tell him everything.

"I, Jiang Xiaowan, keep my word." said Manager Jiang.

"Xiao Wan..." Cook Yang stepped forward and hugged his wife.

"Brother Yang..."

Seeing the two of them hugging each other and the crisis gradually resolved, Sanniang breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s really hard to say about Yang Ying’s affairs now, it’s okay to slow down.

"I said, you're almost done," Fu Yao's voice came from behind the Sanqing statue, "I really think I can't roll my eyes if I don't have eyes? If you have something to do, don't delay me from opening the door to do business."

These words made the Yang couple burst into tears. When Cook Yang was about to leave with his wife, she went out and saw someone coming in from the door outside.

A person he unexpectedly expected.

Yang Ying looked at her father who had not seen for a long time, and then looked at her stepmother who was held in her arms by her father. She didn't know what to say for a moment, so she had to say, "This is Qingsong Temple?"

Putting his wife down, Cook Yang thought he was coming to find him, and said angrily: "What are you doing? You are not welcome here. We have cut off the father-son relationship."

Yang Ying suffocated and said, "I know, I just want to come..."

"Brother Yang," said the shopkeeper Jiang, and called out to Chef Yang, "You can take me back to your room."

Cook Yang glanced at the unfilial son and helped his wife walk back.

Seeing his stepmother limping away from his sight, Yang Ying took a deep breath and walked into the Taoist temple.

In the Taoist temple, Sanniang was still the same. Yang Ying came into the door and stared at her for a while, and she had already believed Zhao Xingtai's words in her heart, "Are you the master here?"

Before Sanniang could answer, Fu Yao said inside: "I'm here, come here."

Yang Ying bypassed Sanqing and saw that she was indeed the female guest in black back then, but now she is no longer wearing a hat, and she can see her face.

"Are you looking for me?" Fu Yao said, "Come for the business of Manager Jiang?"

Yang Ying could not deny this, and he nodded and said, "Yes. Zhao Xingtai said, I was able to be released from prison this time because my stepmother made a deal with you and used her legs to return me to prison."

"You believe it when he says?" Fu Yao said.

"I don't believe it very much." Yang Ying said the truth, "but for some reason, I still came here. I don't want to owe her too much."

"Well," Fu Yao nodded, "What if this is true? She did make this deal with me, and I really have a way to satisfy anyone's wishes. What are you going to do?"

Yang Ying's lips moved and she didn't speak for a long time.

Fu Yao was not in a hurry, but just slowly swayed on the lounge chair, waiting for his reply.

After a long time, Yang Yingcai seemed to have made up his mind and said, "If possible, please make a deal with me."

"Oh," Fu Yao understood, "You want to use your legs to exchange for her? This is absolutely fine. I can meet anyone's requirements. But, if you have one leg, it's probably not enough."
Chapter completed!