Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s
Chapter 158 - 151 Visits

Chapter 158: 151 Visits

After dinner, Yang Wenbin was about to take He Xuewen to visit Mr. Yun’s house, but Mr. Yang called them back. He went to his study to hand-write a letter and gave it to Yang Wenbin, saying:

"This Old Yun is particularly eccentric, and in recent years he seems to have been unwilling to meet anyone. If you visit him so rashly, I’m afraid you won’t be able to see him in person. I’ve had a few encounters with this old fellow, so take this letter from me with you. If Luo Datou does not let you in, show him this letter, I reckon Old Yun will still give me some face."

"Father, when did you ever have dealings with Mr. Yun? I’ve never heard you mention it before?" Yang Wenbin asked in surprise.

Mr. Yang cunningly smiled, "How have I taught you boys since you were young? In life and in doing things, always keep a third in reserve, maintain a bit of mystery. Otherwise, how can you get by? Hmph, you haven’t learned the essence of your old man at all."

Yang Wenbin smiled helplessly. The Old Man really kept things tight. If it wasn’t for bringing Xue Wen today, he might have never known in his entire life that his father and that eccentric Mr. Yun had ties!

"Go quickly, if you delay any further, Old Yun will be even less willing to see guests," Mr. Yang urged them to hurry.

Mr. Yun’s house was quite far from the Yang Family’s military region, a twenty minute drive away. It was an old courtyard residence that Yang Wenbin explained once belonged to a prince, and had changed hands several times before being bought by Mr. Yun.

"So this residence must be very large then, being a Prince Mansion!"

"That’s right, although it can’t compare to the over ninety acres of Prince Gong’s Mansion, it still spans over twenty acres."

Hearing this, He Xuewen grew even more curious about the mysterious Mr. Yun. In such turbulent times, to still maintain such a large residence indicated that Mr. Yun was no ordinary man. With this thought, He Xuewen felt even more confident about defeating Liu Jinyi.

Yang Wenbin parked the car and approached the vermilion front door, knocking on it. The crisp sound of the door knocker was particularly jarring in the quiet night. After a moment, a hoarse voice came from inside.

"Who is it?"

"Uncle Luo, I am Yang Haoyuan’s youngest son, Yang Wenbin, here to visit Mr. Yun. Could you please announce my visit?" Yang Wenbin respectfully said.

"The master has already retired for the night and is not seeing guests. You should go back," the hoarse voice dismissed them without a second thought.

Yang Wenbin hadn’t expected it to be so difficult to meet Mr. Yun. He gritted his teeth and pulled out his father’s handwritten letter, adding:

"Uncle Luo, could you please announce me again? I have a letter from my father here, and I’ve brought some excellent medicinal wine for Mr. Yun that is certainly very beneficial for his health."

With a creak, the door opened, revealing a head that looked to be in its forties or fifties, fat and ruddy, which starkly contrasted with his hoarse voice. This person must undoubtedly be Luo Datou, the guard of Mr. Yun that Mr. Yang had mentioned earlier.

Luo Datou was a legendary figure himself, rumored to have been a river pirate who killed without blinking an eye and even cannibalized, but after being subdued by Mr. Yun, he had stayed by Mr. Yun’s side, loyally protecting his safety.

Luo Datou took the letter, glanced at Yang Wenbin a few times, and said with a smile, "I didn’t expect Yang Haoyuan’s young son to have grown so much. Wait here a moment; I’ll go inform the master and see if he wants to meet you."

"Thank you, Uncle Luo. Please also take this medicinal wine to Mr. Yun to try. My father drank it and found it very good, so he specifically asked me to bring it over."

He Xuewen quickly handed the wine jar he was holding to Luo Datou. Luo Datou gave He Xuewen a few glances, hooked the corner of his mouth slightly, didn’t say much, and then walked in with the wine jar, even closing the door behind him.

"I didn’t expect it to be so difficult to meet Mr. Yun, it’s a good thing my father wrote a letter by hand, otherwise, we couldn’t even get the door to open."

Yang Wenbin felt a bit embarrassed. He had boasted to his friends earlier, and if it weren’t for his father’s handwritten letter, he would have truly lost face today.

"Having Uncle Yang’s handwritten letter is certainly good, but even without it, we wouldn’t be completely unable to enter, it would just take more time. The Yang Family is not without influence in Beijing."

After hearing He Xuewen’s words, Yang Wenbin felt more at ease. He thought about it, and indeed, their Yang Family in Beijing was quite reputable. Mr. Yun would not be so disrespectful, at most it would just take a few more visits.

"Sir, do you think we should let them in?" Luo Datou respectfully asked a person sitting on a stone stool in the garden.

"Let them in. Yang Haoyuan has rarely asked me for a favor, we should give him some face. Besides, the wine really tastes good, we can’t just take their items for nothing." Mr. Yun’s voice was pleasant, like the flow of a clear spring.

Luo Datou responded, walked out, and brought Yang Wenbin and He Xuewen over. It was Yang Wenbin’s first time seeing Mr. Yun, and thinking about the grand reputation of Mr. Yun he had heard about before, he seemed a bit restrained.

He Xuewen was more relaxed, perhaps ignorant and thus fearless. He treated it as casually as if he was just meeting any other common visitor.

No sooner had the two of them sat down than a woman brought over two cups of tea. Apparently, this woman should be Luo Datou’s wife. Mr. Yun has never been married in his life, and his daily meals and upkeep were taken care of by Luo Datou and his wife.

"Mr. Yun, I’m really sorry to disturb your rest," Yang Wenbin said as he took the tea and exchanged a few polite words.

Mr. Yun was a contemporary of Old Sir Yang, but appeared quite young, about fifty years old, with a handsome and elegant face carrying an air of spirited nobility. It seemed that Mr. Yun must have been a graceful and handsome man in his youth.

"I’m a few years younger than your father, you can just call me Uncle Yun. The wine you brought is good, thank you."

Yang Wenbin was quite flattered, not expecting Mr. Yun, who was usually elusive, to be so approachable. He hurriedly smiled and responded, "Uncle Yun, since you let me call you uncle, it’s only right for me as a nephew to offer you some good wine."

Mr. Yun smiled and then said, "This must be your friend Mr. He, right? It’s amazing that Mr. He, so young, has such good skill in brewing wine!"

He Xuewen didn’t expect Mr. Yun to switch the topic to him so quickly, and hurriedly replied, "Oh, Mr. Yun, you’re too kind. It’s just a family tradition, hardly worthy of your praise."

Mr. He is too modest," Mr. Yun seemed not to care about He Xuewen’s mention of family tradition, and shifted to talking about home life.

After discussing the weather, flowers, food, and even Beijing’s snacks for a bit, Mr. Yun picked up his tea cup in a gesture of having tea, prompting Yang Wenbin and He Xuewen to quickly stand up and take their leave.

"Datu, see off the two young friends for me."

Deputy Luo took the two out of the courtyard to the main gate. Yang Wenbin and He Xuewen felt somewhat disheartened, not expecting Mr. Yun to spend an evening without mentioning anything about wine. Could it be that he was unwilling to help? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)