Ye Wenyu picked out a robust steed and led it back to his own home next door, but his expression was very grave.
As soon as Madam Zhao saw this, her eyes immediately lit up, "Wenyu, why have you brought back a horse from your grandfather's home?"
This horse was quite valuable, no small sum of silver, and it made Madam Zhao green with envy.
"I'm learning to ride and asked my little aunt for one; she gave it to me," Ye Wenyu replied.
"Oh, so you're saying this horse is ours from now on?" Madam Zhao, delighted, stepped forward to pet the horse's head without even glancing at Ye Wenyu, "You little rascal have finally seen the light. Your little aunt has plenty of good things, and she always grants any request you young ones make. Sweet-talk her properly, and even a casual gift from her is worth more than our entire family fortune..."
Madam Zhao rambled on and on, but Ye Wenyu didn't take in a single word.
Gazing up towards the distant horizon, he suddenly smiled!
