That night, Wei Jing was led into Wei Changqing's study by a child servant, and he saw Wei Changqing sitting at the study table, writing.
Wei Jing was startled, thinking that he had told a group of boys something crooked today and leaked the news. Zhi Qian heard it and complained to his uncle.
He was just thinking about how to explain when he saw Wei Zhiqian smilingly holding the mouse and sticking her head at the door and saying, "Wei Jing, your method is really effective. Xiaopi was very hungry. He couldn't wait until night and fell into In the bucket! Thank you so much.”
"Zhiqian, your father has something serious to talk to A Jing. You should go to bed quickly!" Auntie entered the room with a bowl of chicken soup, pushed Wei Zhiqian away, closed the door, handed the chicken soup to Wei Jing, and said: "It's been cold these days. Drink a bowl of chicken soup to replenish your body."
When Wei Jing saw that Zhi Qian was smiling and not looking annoyed, and that her aunt was also kind and approachable, Wei Jing was half-hearted and took a big gulp of chicken soup.
The aunt asked: "Wei Jing, how is your father?"
"I was sick a few days ago, but I'm fine now."
The aunt asked with a smile: "What about your grandpa? How is his health?"
"My grandpa?" Wei Jing shook his head and said, "I have never seen him."
Wei Changqing sighed and said: "Ajing, I read your father's letter and found out that your mother passed away when you were a child. I have been too stubborn to not see you in the countryside for so many years. I'm sorry for your father, and I'm sorry for your mother."
Wei Jing couldn't answer, so he could only listen quietly.
Wei Changqing asked again: "Ajing, has your father ever told you about your grandfather?"
"It seems there is, but I can't remember clearly."
"Oh, it's all my second brother's fault. Don't blame him. No one can stand his temper."
Wei Changqing sighed and briefly told the story of how Yang Ying and his father got to know each other.
Wei Jing had heard Wei Wen talk about this before setting off, and his memory was still fresh.
The uncle's narration was not far from what Wei Jing knew. The only difference was that according to the uncle, the only one who blamed his mother and provoked Yang Qiufei was the second uncle Wei Kailai. On the contrary, the uncle stood everywhere To defend Yang Ying's position.
"Ajing, you said you have never met Old Hero Yang, but is it absolutely true? Or has he been to your house before, but you didn't know it was him? Did your father ever mention that your grandpa wrote a book... a book Books? Books related to weapons." Wei Changqing asked with a smile.
"Never, I didn't even know that I had a grandpa! Uncle, do you have anything to do with him?" Wei Jing pretended to ask innocently, but felt slightly cold in his heart, thinking that his uncle was so kind to him because of his kindness. For grandpa's sake, naturally it was not out of respect, but because he was thinking about the book "One Hundred Soldiers".
Wei Jing felt a little dissatisfied. For him, Yang Qiufei was a character who suddenly got into his head. Even though he was the sword king in everyone's mouth, even his own grandfather was still a lot unfamiliar to him.
In comparison, the Wei family's sword-making skills were exquisite, but this was a fact that he had been convinced of since he was a child. This was his belief.
At this time, even the eldest son of the great swordsmith Wei Yun's eyes lit up when he mentioned "Hundred Soldiers", which made Wei Jing feel itchy and curious about what was so magical about "Hundred Soldiers" written by Yang Qiufei. at.
He remembered that his father had said that at the second Heroes' Meeting, his grandfather severely hit the Wei family sword with the weapon he forged. Perhaps it was this that impressed the uncle so deeply.
Naturally, Wei Jing would not bring up this incident, so as not to poke his uncle's sore feet and cause unnecessary embarrassment.
"Old hero Yang has come and gone without a trace. A few years ago, I heard that he traveled around the world and came back with a strange weapon in his hand. I don't know which country he went to in the past few years." Wei Changqing sighed and turned around. Topic: "Ajing, Zhiqian said that you volunteered to go on a business trip, but are you short of money?"
"No! No! I want to find someone to replace my neighbor of many years!" Wei Jing gesticulated and briefly recounted the disappearance of Sister Yu Xue.
But in front of his uncle and aunt, he was too embarrassed to say that she was his sweetheart, so he could only say that she was a neighbor's good sister.
Wei Jing added: "Mrs. Wen sheds tears every day thinking about her daughter. The neighbors can't bear to see her!"
Mrs. He sighed and said: "Laihu City is so big, where do you find such a person? How about... Changqing, let's spread the news and let the brothers from Chuangtianmen help find him."
Wei Changqing nodded and said: "Okay, I will meet the Chuangtianmen brothers another day and talk to them. Ajing, what is the name of that eldest sister?"
"Her name is Wen Yuxue." Wei Jing was a little panicked when he heard that his uncle and aunt were asking for help from the Tianmen gang.
He really didn't want Chuang Tianmen to help him find someone, but his aunt's words made sense. Laihu City was so big, finding Sister Yu Xue was like looking for a needle in a haystack. If Chuang Tianmen had a group of helpers, he might be able to find her.
"That's it, A Jing. I know you have been studying with your father for many years in your hometown. Now you have probably read these basic things thoroughly. It is difficult for you to force you to study with your new classmates. If you are usually idle, If you are bored, you can go to the workshop with your senior classmates to have a look at sword making. You can wander around if you want. I will send someone else to deliver the goods for you, so you can walk around as you like." Wei Changqing said pleasantly.
"Uncle, you are so kind to me, I don't know how to repay you." Wei Jing said sincerely.
"Don't say that. I owe you and my son so much. Just thinking about the injustice your mother suffered at the Wei Family Sword Manor back then makes me feel guilty. I treat you like a son, do you know why?"
When Wei Changqing said this, his eyes were red. He looked at each other and smiled with his wife. He held Wei Jing's hand and said, "Although your two cousins are smart, they are from a girl's family after all. They cannot learn hard work like blacksmithing." Not coming.
"Although several of my disciples have followed me for many years, it seems that I have selfish motives and still hope that my Wei Family Sword Manor can be presided over by a descendant of the Wei Family.
"As I get older, every time I think about this matter, I always feel a little concerned. Now that I have you as my adopted son, this problem has been solved.
"Ajing, what uncle said before was not a joke. I said we would visit your father in a few days just to talk to him about this matter. We brothers will carry forward the Wei Family Sword Manor and let you inherit it.
"You are smarter than your father when he was a child. I believe you will not let down my adoptive father for all my hard work!"
"Uncle...well...righteousness...foster father..."
Wei Jing took a breath, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't think of an excuse to ask his uncle not to look for his father.
He knew that his father was busy making swords for Wu Yufu at this time, and Wu Yufu was going to kill Li Mi.
It would be very troublesome for the uncle to find out about this.
But when he heard what Wei Changqing said was so sincere and reasonable, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.
He murmured: "Uncle, can I call you uncle? It's easier to pronounce."
"Yes, of course it's no problem." Wei Changqing laughed loudly and said, "Don't tell your brothers and sisters what your uncle just said, otherwise people will say behind your back that our Wei family is narrow-minded and gives and takes things privately. It doesn’t sound good either. There will be an exam in a while, if you show your skills to the brothers, they will naturally be convinced."
"Yes, uncle." Wei Jing nodded and replied.
Wei Changqing no longer mentioned Yang Qiufei, and only asked some trivial questions. Wei Jing, who had been wary before, answered more cautiously, but on the surface he still pretended to be innocent like a country boy, occasionally interrupting. Ask trivial blacksmithing questions.
...........
Early that morning, Wei Jing was strolling on the streets of Laihu City. Not long after he left the Jianzhuang, he finished delivering the foreign items.
Wei Changqing sent some errands nearby, gave him a whole day, and gave him money so that he could hire a carriage and play freely.
He originally wanted to go with Gongsun Yao, but Gongsun Yao said he wanted to endorse and would not go with him.
Although the weather was cold, a few white clouds were shining brightly on my face, not blocking the sun in the sky, so it was quite comfortable to enjoy the sun.
Wei Jing whistled and walked leisurely, thinking that it would be very pleasant to take A Xi with him. As he thought about it, he missed A Xi.
He thought about the life he had spent in the underground lake a few days ago, and missed Lao Xu, Shui Bantian, Aunt Zhang and others. He thought it was still early and he still had a lot of money, so he hailed a carriage and headed down to the underground lake. Go in the direction of the entrance.
