In the period when the Confucian tradition ruled society, filial piety was the most promoted virtue. Just like the salted egg mentioned by Fan Ru, in ancient times the rule was that the elderly could eat it but children could not. This rule in ancient times was even more important than the rule of law. It's even more restrictive.
When Fan Yan heard his elder brother starting to reminisce about the past, he vaguely guessed what his elder brother meant. He was trying his best to push himself towards the imperial court. He still imagined that the Fan family would always become loyal ministers of the Qing Dynasty. Until the end of the world.
But how could Fan Lian still have his head? He doesn’t want to give up either! At this moment, he just felt like there was a stone blocking his heart, making him unable to breathe.
Fan Ru's expression became extremely regretful, "I know, I know you have no way out. Forget it, I won't talk about this anymore. Can I ask you one more thing before I die? Just one thing."
When Fan Jian heard this, he quickly responded, "Brother, tell me, as long as I can do it, I will do my best to do it!"
The eyes of the old woman and Fan Ru's sons and daughters-in-law in the room all lit up. Fan Ru pointed at his children and said, "Kneel down for your second uncle!"
With a bang, everyone inside and outside the room knelt down.
"Fan Lian! I know you are very capable. With that uncle behind you, there are not many people in the Qing Dynasty who can match you! I beg you, please find some jobs for these nephews and grandchildren!"
"They are not good at business. How about letting them be small officials? You can use my little property and spend it as you like."
What else could Fan Yan say and wiped his tears, "I will take care of it, I will take care of it. Regardless of whether we separate the families or not, the bloodline is still the same bloodline."
Before he finished speaking, Fan Ruyou grabbed Fan Yan's sleeve tightly and said, "Remember, what I want is for them to be officials of the Qing Dynasty! They are not your overseas officials. I will never let my children and grandchildren humiliate them." Ancestors!”
There was a click, and Fan Yan felt a thunder in his heart, and his face turned pale. So that’s it, so until now and before you die, you still look down on me. Do you still think that I have insulted my ancestors by following Xiao Letian and betraying the Qing Dynasty?
Then why do you still come to beg me? I am an old Chinese shopkeeper, what kind of bullshit do you want from me to be in charge of the Qing Dynasty!
When Mrs. Fan Ru saw her brother-in-law's unkind expression, and then looked at the pleading expressions of her children around her, she risked her life, knelt on the ground and cried out, "Oh my dear uncle! Just for the sake of your elder brother." For the sake of just one breath left, please help us! Without your eldest brother to support such a big family, we orphans and widowed mothers really can’t support it! Without a few official bodies to cover us, we will not be allowed to let anyone live in the future. Bullied to death"
The old woman's cry was a signal, and almost everyone inside and outside the room burst into tears, as if Fan Ru had died at this moment.
Fan Jian's whole body was spinning. Fan Ru in his arms was looking at him and kept saying, "Don't forget your grandfather's teachings, don't forget your father's instructions, and don't insult your ancestors."
There was another group of people crying and wiping away tears all around, and the noisy sound waves almost hurt their eardrums.
In the end, Fan Yan couldn't bear it anymore. He wiped his tears with his palm and shouted, "Okay, don't cry! I promised. I'll find a way for you, okay?"
This sentence immediately made the group of people happy. Xiao Letian's father-in-law nodded in agreement. The Queen Mother and the Prince had to give face. Now, everyone has become an official.
For a moment, people forgot about Fan Ru on the hospital bed, and everyone was whispering to each other and smiling happily! The old woman who was the instigator stood up, patted the dirt on her knees and said with a smile, "I'll make breakfast for uncle, and I'll boil wine for him."
But at this moment, Fan Ru suddenly became excited in his arms, as if the words he just said had exhausted all his energy. His face suddenly turned from flushing to sallow, and there was a roar in his throat. There is no air coming in when the air comes out.
"Brother! Big brother" Fan Jian quickly pinched the crowd and shouted loudly. Now everyone was in a panic. People pushed the doctor and rushed forward.
At this moment, the Lord of Hell is here to collect the person. Even if he invites the imperial doctor, it will be too weak. When the famous doctor from Taiyuan City saw this posture, he could only shake his head, "Get ready for the funeral. Even the thousand-year-old ginseng cannot be saved now."
At this moment, Fan Ru suddenly broke out. He grabbed his brother and seemed to get up. His eyes were empty, as if he was looking at some figure in the void.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! I am Fan Ru, your loyal minister!"
"Be loyal to the king and serve the country and be loyal to the king."
Before he finished speaking, Fan Ru blew out a breath of turbid air, tilted his head and fell directly into his brother's arms, and passed away.
The screams of crying in the Fan family mansion were loud. All the lanterns were wrapped in white cloth. The couplets and door gods were also covered with white paper. Paper flowers and filial piety were covered in white. The mournful music played by the wind announced the head of the Fan family to all corners of the country. of death.
Fan Ru left, taking with him the dream of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. In that dream, the Qing Dynasty lasted for tens of millions of years and would never be destroyed. It was obvious that he was not willing to let his children become Chinese people until his death. As an official, he still stubbornly went to the Qing court, which proved his stubbornness.
Fan Jian sat in the corner of the mourning hall like a puppet, watching his nephews take care of his eldest brother's future. His tears had dried up, and his sadness had long been replaced by endless disappointment.
"Uncle! Do you know what kind of people you are facing? Is the Qing Dynasty really that easy to overthrow? Look
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My eldest brother, how could his lifelong dream change because of you? These people are already obsessed here! "
"No, I have to tell my uncle everything that happened today. I have to give him a heads up!"
Fan Jian's telegram was sent into Taiyuan City late at night by Qiu Ye and four CIA officials. The scenes that happened in the past few days were quickly transformed into electrical signals and sent to the Ryukyu headquarters in a special code.
Now only the Ryukyu CIA headquarters knew where the Prime Minister was. The telegram was encrypted and sent to Shanghai again. When the telegram arrived at the Shanghai pier, the Zhiyuan had already sailed and was about to go to sea.
The fastest steamship caught up with the Zhiyuan and delivered Fan Jian's telegram to Xiao Letian at the last moment.
"What? Fan Ru is dead? So soon? Didn't you say there are still a few months left to survive?" After all, Fan Ru is also Huniu's uncle, and is also a relative of Xiao Letian. No matter how many conflicts there were before, the death of For big.
"Come here, prepare something for sacrifice. I want to sacrifice Fan Ru from afar on the Zhiyuan!"
