My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

"Please tell me, Mr. Yang."

Sima Xuaming answered immediately.

Yang Feng thought for a moment and said, "You should have parents or relatives in Sima's family, right?"

"I...my father passed away a long time ago, and my mother is still in the village."

"Then the Sima family has such a large population now, so the identification with the ethnic group shouldn't be that strong anymore?"

Yang Feng asked again.

Sima Xuanming was a little embarrassed when he talked about this, and said: "To tell you the truth, the Sima family now has more than 20,000 people, and there are also many people who have settled outside, such as married couples or people from other families, so it is true that not all Everyone knows each other.”

"I see, your relationship should still be similar to the management of a town."

"Well, actually most of the time we still only meet familiar people. For example, there are only a dozen or so people I am really close to in the village."

Sima Xuanming talked about the situation of the Sima family and said, "Mr. Yang, is this what you want to ask?"

"Well, that's right. I still have some things about the Sima family, such as Sima Shan. Do you know this person?"

Yang Feng asked what he was most concerned about.

After hearing this, Sima Xuaming immediately said: "This is natural. He is the glory of our Sima family. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, he led our Sima family back on the right track."

"What's your family's opinion of him?"

"Of course he is very tall. He is a hero of the family and has a separate temple dedicated to him."

Sima Xuanming said.

Yang Feng showed no emotion and just asked: "According to your family's records, how did he die?"

"According to family records, it seems that he died of an illness. According to our genealogy records, he died in the second year of Tianqi at that time."

Sima Xuanming answered fluently.

"Then did he leave any last words, or what? There are also specific records at the time."

Yang Feng asked.

But Sima Xuaming just shook his head and said: "No. But Mr. Yang should know that our hidden family has never suffered from war, and the records in the family are very consistent and detailed, so the prediction is correct."

"oh, I understand now."

Yang Feng looked at Qingye and said, "Senior, do you have any questions?"

"No."

Aoba answered calmly.

Yang Feng also stood up at this time and said: "I think you have a good rest here first. Your body still needs a day to recover. After you recover today, I will make other arrangements for you. How about it?" "

"Yes, but Mr. Yang...if the Sima family doesn't find my body, they will definitely know that I am not dead. By then..."

Sima Xuaming was a little scared.

He was afraid that the Sima family would find him again.

Yang Feng smiled and said: "Don't worry, there is Senior Qingyun's formation here, it must be very safe. Just rest, I will protect you when the time comes."

"Mr. Yang, my life-saving grace will never be forgotten. If you have any questions, I will tell you everything!"

Sima Xuanming said quickly.

After Yang Feng exchanged greetings with him, he asked him to continue resting.

Although there were still many questions, Yang Feng did not continue to ask.

After all, he is not recovered yet, but there are naturally other reasons for this...

Yang Feng, Liu Yueyun and Qingye left the cellar.

After arriving on the ground, Qingye turned his questioning eyes to Yang Feng.

This seems to be communicating something with the eyes.

Yang Feng quickly understood what she meant and said, "Senior Qingye, don't worry, I know what to do."

"Well, I have to leave today, so I'll leave this place to you."

After Qingye finished speaking, he turned and left.

After Liu Yueyun said goodbye to her master, she turned around and found that Yang Feng had walked away.

"Hey! Just wait for me!"

Liu Yueyun followed him quickly.

Yang Feng slowed down and said, "It's late at night, please keep your voice down."

"It's okay, my parents are definitely not asleep anyway."

Liu Yueyun didn't care.

The two of them walked to the door of the house, but Liu Yueyun looked impatient and asked, "By the way, what did my master just say to you? I didn't seem to hear you two discussing anything."

"Nothing was discussed."

"Nonsense. My master seemed to have told you something before he left. Are you hiding any secrets from me?"

Liu Yueyun's big eyes were full of curiosity.

Yang Feng spread his hands and said, "Aren't we always together? What can we hide from you?"

"That's right...no, you must still be hiding something from me."

Liu Yueyun clearly felt it.

Just now my master said something to Yang Feng.

But Yang Feng had no intention of telling her, which made her bulging her cheeks very depressed.

Seeing the two of them walking through the door in such a noisy manner, they happened to bump into Ji Yun who was preparing for supper.

"You are back. How is the patient's condition?"

Ji Yun asked with a smile.

"It's almost done."

Yang Feng answered.

Ji Yun was not surprised. She just looked at her daughter's noisy look and said, "Xiao Yun, please stop acting nonsense. It's already past nine o'clock. It's time to get ready to rest."

"Oh~"

Liu Yueyun stared at Yang Feng, but she was still unconvinced.

Especially when her curiosity was aroused, she always felt that what Qingye was talking to Yang Feng was something big.

Yang Feng didn't think much about it.

After taking a shower, I returned to the room.

inside the room.

Yang Feng turned on the light, lying on the bed but staring at the ceiling blankly.

"The second year of Tianqi..."

Yang Feng muttered.

This is the emperor at the end of the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Youxiao's reign name should be 1622 according to the current Gregorian calendar.

It's just that this is just the record of the Sima family...

While Yang Feng was thinking, the door was slowly opened a crack, interrupting his thoughts.

"Come in if you need anything."

Yang Feng's helpless tone.

Seeing that she was discovered, Liu Yueyun simply walked into the room swaggeringly.

"You haven't slept yet?"

Liu Yueyun asked with a smile.

Seeing this expression, Yang Feng knew her purpose.

"Are you asking around again?"

Yang Feng was quite speechless.

Liu Yueyun chuckled and said: "How can you say it's just asking around? I'm not asking you sincerely what my master told you."

"Really want to know?"

"Uh-huh!"

"I'm a little thirsty."

"Wait, I'll get you some water!"

Liu Yueyun trotted out diligently.

After a while, he saw her coming back with a glass of water, looking respectful, and Yang Feng couldn't help but laugh.

"Since you are so sincere, I will tell you for now."

Yang Feng took a sip.

Liu Yueyun was sitting obediently by the bed, looking like a good student.

Seeing how serious she was, Yang Feng asked, "Didn't you feel anything was wrong today?"

"what does it mean?"

Liu Yueyun had a puzzled expression.