Yang Peili opened his mouth to say something, but he was dragged into the yard by Yang Anshi, who had darted out from the house, "Listen to me, this opportunity is rare. In the future, our second son will have a monthly salary of a tael. They will contribute five hundred wen to the household..."
Yang Peili frowned.
"Alright, we're leaving now." By now, Yang Baichuan had already locked the door of his own house, and the younger ones from the second branch had already squeezed into the carriage without even saying goodbye, fearful that they wouldn't be allowed to leave.
Yang Baihe was also accompanying them.
The carriage had been hired, and as soon as the coachman heard they were leaving, he didn't say a word and just cracked his whip to set off.
The whole process was absolutely clean and efficient so that by the time Yang Peili realized what had happened, they were already out of sight.
