Thinking of the future and the past, Yang Wenxuan's mood was not beautiful.
He sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and exhaled.
"We in the Yang family don't know what's going on. Both of our heirs have withered in these two generations."
"In my generation, I was the eldest son of the first wife, and I originally had two younger brothers."
"One died before reaching adulthood, and the other suddenly died of illness when they were old enough to marry. The heavy responsibility of opening up the Yang family falls on my shoulders alone."
"Brother Hui is really happy when he is born. He is the eldest grandson of the first wife, and his daughter Ting'er, who has gone to the Xie family, is his wife."
"How did you know that less than half a year after we got married, Brother Hui also died suddenly?"
"I have a lot of women in my yard, but none of you can live up to your expectations."
"God, are you going to punish me, Yang Wenxuan? I'm already over forty, and I don't even have a son, hey!"
Especially tonight's banquet, seeing my uncle's family full of children and grandchildren, and their descendants prospering, I really feel envious and jealous!
After listening to Yang Wenxuan's complaints, the concubine meekly pressed herself into his arms.
"Sir, I heard that the race god under the overpass is very accurate in fortune-telling. He said that I am destined to have three sons."
"As long as I have more grace from you, I will definitely give birth to a son for you," she said.
Yang Wenxuan nodded, raised his hand and put his arm around his concubine's shoulder, squeezing it gently.
I hope so!
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The next day, everyone in the Yang family was preparing for the upcoming birthday party of the old man of the Yang family.
Old Yang had been called to the front yard by the old man of the Yang family all day long to have dinner and chat with the family. The two old brothers seemed to want to talk about what they had been talking about for the past half of their lives.
Brother Yang Huazhong also wanted to lend a hand in the front yard and help with the decoration.
However, Yang Wenxuan did not agree.
The reason is that Yang Huazhong and the others are relatives and masters of the family, and they can just leave things like arranging birthday gifts to the servants in the mansion.
So, Yang Huazhong and the others were idle in the backyard where they were staying.
It is the custom of villagers that once they have free time, they gather together to drink tea, smoke cigarettes, and do household chores.
So, except for Da'an and Yang Yongxian who asked for hundreds of thousands of dollars, everyone else gathered in Yang Huazhong's room to chat.
Yang Huazhong said: "I don't know why. When I was on the way here, I could still sleep on the bed in the inn."
"You can doze off on the carriage, but last night when I was lying on this soft bed, I couldn't fall asleep. I kept my eyes open for most of the night," he said.
Yang Huazhou also said quickly: "Third brother, I'm in the same situation as you. I'll choose the bed."
"Every time I change the management of a restaurant, once I'm done with the restaurant, I'm still not done with the bed!"
Yang Huaming also smiled and said: "I'm different from you. I fell asleep last night. I don't know how soundly I slept!"
"Her mother and her three girls were sleeping in the inner room. When they got up in the morning and came to the outer room, I didn't even know, hahaha."
Hearing this, Yang Huamei joked: "This only shows that the third brother and the fifth brother are good men who care about the family and miss the past. Fourth brother, you are different. You can sleep on any bed!"
"Don't go to the wrong bed then and crawl into another woman's bed to sleep!"
Yang Huamei's words were originally meant as a joke, but she also said them on a regular basis, and everyone just laughed and passed by.
But today, Yang Huaming was a little unhappy.
"Meier, your fourth brother and I are not that kind of person. Don't say such nonsense!" He said seriously.
Yang Huamei was also surprised and said quickly: "I'm just joking, fourth brother, do you take it seriously?"
Yang Huaming still said with a straight face: "You are also the mother of two children. You must know what jokes you can and cannot make."
Yang Huamei stuck out her tongue, "Okay, okay, I won't drive randomly next time. Xiaohei, come here, mother will take you to the door to watch the birds."
Yang Huamei carried Xiao Hei out of the house. Yang Ruoqing turned around and looked into the house and asked Yang Huaming: "Where are the fourth aunt and the third girl? Why didn't they come over to chat?"
Yang Huaming looked around, and only then did he realize that the two of them were indeed missing from the crowd in the room.
"I don't know either. I was still sleeping in the morning, and my mother and I got up to have breakfast. They ate very much."
"Later, in a daze, I heard something like a maid coming over to talk. Then there was no movement. I guess they went to play in the front yard. Don't worry about them!" Yang Huaming said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded. The fourth aunt really couldn't stop herself or keep her mouth shut.
She found a stool and sat down next to Bao Suyun, listening to her father, uncle and cousin chatting.
The content of this chat naturally revolved around the Yang family in Yuncheng, the Yang family's business, Yang Wenxuan and the Zhou family. As they chatted, the topic led to the issue of heirs.
Yang Huazhou said: "Last night at the banquet, I saw my uncle suddenly said something like this, saying that when he saw our Yongjin, he thought of Brother Hui..."
"Who is that Brother Hui? Among the young men who drank together last night, it seems that no one was called Brother Hui!"
Yang Huaming said: "Yes, and it seems that the young men who drank with us last night are not the sons of Brother Wenxuan,"
"Speaking of this, it's really strange," Yang Huaming continued.
"You are talking about Brother Wenxuan. He is a brother to us and talks about everything, but he rarely talks about the children in his family."
"It's said in such a vague way that people can't figure out the details. Do you think it's strange?"
"There's nothing strange about this!" Yang Huazhong spoke again, interrupting Yang Huaming.
"I didn't plan to tell you these things originally. After all, they are people's painful things, so it's not good to talk about them."
"I'd better tell you now to save you from guessing and being overheard." Yang Huazhong said.
Yang Huaming said: "Third brother, please tell me quickly. Once we know about it, we won't discuss it anymore."
Yang Huazhong nodded, looked outside again, and made sure that none of the Yang family's maids were there, and then spoke in a low voice.
"Brother Hui was the son of Wenxuan and Zhou. He fell ill and died suddenly just six months after they got married." Yang Huazhong said.
"What?"
Yang Huaming and others were all surprised.
"Brother Wenxuan now has a five-year-old daughter, and the other concubines have not given birth to any children." Yang Huazhong continued.
"What happened to the young men at the banquet last night? I think they all called the old man grandpa!" Yang Huazhou asked.
Yang Huazhong said: "I'm a relative of this family."
"The sons of brother Wenxuan's brothers?" Yang Huazhou asked again.
Yang Huazhong shook his head: "The two principal generations of the Yang family in Yuncheng have withered away, and the two younger brothers of the eldest brother Wenxuan's generation are dead."
"The young men who came here seem to be the sons of cousins." He said.
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