PS: There was a character age bug in the previous chapter. The eldest son of Song Dynasty and Chang San are great-grandchildren. This has been corrected.
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"Everyone is crying for nothing. Is it bad luck or not..."
Song Ren knelt on the ground with his son and two grandsons, his eyes red and swollen and full of tears. The gray-haired Song Yuan leaned on the bedside and scolded his children and grandchildren unhappily.
Song Yuan now looks very old, but his eyes are bright and his face is rosy, and he looks very good. However, anyone with any knowledge of medical science knows that this is the return of light.
"At my age, death is also a time of mourning. I should be more festive and colorful." Song Yuan continued to reprimand, "You cryin' people, aren't you making me leave in peace?"
"Dad is right, you should be happy, happy..." Song Ren wanted to smile, but he still couldn't stop his tears, so he turned around and wiped them with his sleeves.
Song Ren is also very old, and is now over a hundred years old. Those who know him and Song Yuan are father and son, but those who don't know most of them regard him as an old man of the same age.
But Song Ren's son is not particularly old, he was just over 50 years old. The two grandsons are even younger. They have just been married in their twenties and have just been married for two years. Their children cannot yet walk.
Back then, Song Yuan lost a son due to a disaster caused by ghosts. After enlightenment, he gave up everything and took his family to the countryside.
In the past, the Song family had many people who wanted to cling to their thighs because of the immortal fate of a thousand-year-old family. At first I thought it was fake or had some purpose. But later it was discovered that the Song family was really hiding from the world and did not want to make friends with powerful people to strengthen the family. I just want to live an ordinary life according to my duties and pass on the incense in peace.
The appeal of such a decent family is too low. Gradually, no one came to visit anymore, and even Song Ren's original marriage was ruined. Coupled with the interests attracted by the incense ash, many things happened during this period, which made Song Ren have a wife after he was fifty. Including Song Ren's son, he only married in his thirties. And it was relatively short-lived, passing away two years ago.
The world and people's hearts have gone through ups and downs. Only with the fourth generation, the eldest son of the Song Dynasty, did the Song family truly gain a firm foothold.
"Hey, you're old too." Song Yuan looked at Song Ren with emotion, "I'm better than you. Being able to go in front of my son is a blessing for me as a father."
"Dad..." Song Ren's eyes turned red again.
Neither the eldest son nor his younger brother said anything, and each supported their grandfather and father. Looking at the ancestor Song Yuan was very sad, but his mood was obviously much calmer.
"Only now do I understand the meaning of this incense." Song Yuan looked at the altar table not far away, where a long incense was offered.
"The destiny of an immortal is not easy to come by, but it does not depend on the thousand steps I took. It depends on how many steps my Song family's descendants can take in this thousand years. Family inheritance lies in continuity and foundation, not in one day. Wealth, honor, blessings and descendants..."
Recalling the scenery when he returned from Immortal Island, Song Yuan's mentality became much calmer and he saw a lot more clearly. Especially when I see my children and grandchildren growing up, I feel more enlightened.
The son is filial and steady, and can take care of the family, but he lacks finesse and vision. Including himself, he can't do anything big.
If I had still stayed in the city back then, my life would have been better than it is now. It's just that it's mostly just a sign to be used by various forces. When all the value is squeezed out, it will be difficult to predict the good, bad, and good fortune.
But these years have been full of ups and downs, experienced right and wrong, seen a lot and experienced a lot. The older generation does not have the opportunity to transform and grow, but the experience and gains can be passed on to the new generation.
The grandson is older and more outstanding than the two of them. The Song family's ability to stand firm in a series of storms is definitely indispensable. But maybe it was because of overwork that he died early. Fortunately, the two great-grandsons are also good, and they are better than their masters. Although the Song family is in the countryside now, it is already somewhat prosperous.
Song Yuan talked a lot, and Song Ren and his children and grandchildren listened carefully. But as he spoke, his voice fell silent, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
It’s not that he is dead, he is just simply tired.
The Song family became increasingly sad.
I know that once my eyes are closed, it will be difficult to open them again. But it's not a bad thing to be able to leave so peacefully.
Song Ren motioned to his family members not to cry and to let the old man leave in peace. At this moment, two people hurried in from outside.
It was the Third Lady and her son-in-law, Chang Third Young Master.
They had been notified long ago, but Young Master Chang injured his foot and went to see the doctor before coming back. Now he is limping, supported by his wife. After entering the house and seeing Song Yuan closing his eyes, Young Master Chang burst into tears.
"Old man, I'm late..." Mr. Chang shook off the third lady and was about to throw himself on the bed.
Song Da and Song Er were on one side and were directly held down by Chang San.
"Don't make any noise!" Song Ren was very annoyed and scolded in a low voice, "The old man is tired and just went to bed."
Chang San groaned, knelt down quickly and said nothing.
"Little sister, what have you been doing? Why did you come back?" Mr. Song had always been unhappy with this brother-in-law, but he couldn't say anything now, so he asked his sister under pressure.
"I don't know who sent a jar of wine in front of the door. Saburo accidentally kicked and injured his foot..." Unlike her two brothers, the third lady had a rather submissive personality and briefly explained what happened in front of the door.
What she said was, of course, what Chang San said.
He just said that he didn't know where a madman came from. He insisted on seeing Mr. Song and refused to let him in, so he put a jar of wine in front of the door. Chang San accidentally tripped on it and injured his foot.
At first glance, it doesn't sound like anything wrong, it's just a coincidence. But when Master Song heard it, he tasted something different.
Judging from the meaning behind these words, the so-called madman should have come to deliver wine. He had a dispute with Chang San and left the wine at the door to prevent him from entering. Since it was placed in front of your face, how could you not see it?
"If my guess is correct, he must be the poor man who came to ask for incense ash." The eldest son of Song Dynasty looked at Chang San dissatisfied, "You had no profit, so you drove them away, which led to a dispute. In the end, you suffered a loss. Then he kicked someone else's wine jar out of anger."
"Brother, it's not like that. That person is indeed weird, otherwise I would at least pass on a message..." Chang San knew that he couldn't hide it from his uncle, so he had to give half-truths and half-false explanations.
"He didn't ask for ash, he just said he would bring wine to the old man, and he called him by his first name. Of course I would be angry if he was so disrespectful to his elders. And I didn't say anything, I just didn't let him in. He just broke the wine. The altar was placed at the door. I wanted to move it but didn't, so I kicked it..."
Mr. Song just sneered.
This brother-in-law didn't tell the truth, so he naturally wouldn't believe it. But now that his great-grandfather is critically ill, he is too lazy to argue and pursue the case here. But when Song Ren heard these words, his expression became strange.
"Can't the wine jar be moved?" Song Ren asked, "Is it still at the door?"
"No..." Sanniangzi said carefully, "Sanlang can't lift it, but I can. And after I picked it up, Sanlang can also..."
The logic sounded a bit confusing, and Mr. Song frowned. But when Song Ren heard it, his breathing became rapid.
"What does the person delivering the wine look like?" Song Ren asked again.
"Long..." Chang San was about to describe it, but suddenly he was stunned and scratched his head, "Just an ordinary person, he seems to be a man, I can't remember..."
Song Ren stood up suddenly, his face looking frighteningly ugly.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Mr. Song was startled.
"You two brothers come out with me, and you... take me to see the jar of wine... The others are kneeling here, looking at the old man, and are not allowed to leave." Song Ren glanced at Song Yuan secretly, and The two grandsons and grandson-in-law shouted outside.
The wine jar was placed in the kitchen, and Chang San led Song Ren over.
"Grandpa, this is the jar of wine." Chang San was very nervous.
Song Ren had never lost his temper before, but Chang San had never seen such an ugly face.
"Could it be some big shot?" Chang San thought inwardly, "Before the Song family left Fucheng, they did have a lot of connections. Could it be that the big shot they knew at that time sent someone to deliver the wine...ah, it smells so good."
Song Ren opened the wine jar, and a scent of aroma wafted out. Several people were shaking for a while, as if the smell was going to make them drunk. Song Ren had quick hands and eyes, and sealed the wine jar again, and only a few people recovered.
"Grandfather, this wine smells so good..." Mr. Song couldn't help but ask, "What kind of wine is this?"
"I don't know what kind of wine it is, but it's definitely not human wine..." Song Ren looked ugly, "If I'm not mistaken, the person who came to deliver the wine is probably Peng Lai..."
Everyone was shocked.
"No way?" Chang San trembled all over, "You, you mean, that person...is...is...an immortal..."
"Explain the process clearly!" Song Ren said to Chang San, "No details can be wrong!"
"Yes..." Chang San was really scared. This time he didn't dare to add any more water and told the matter exactly as it was. "I, I didn't expect it either...and I didn't say anything..."
"It's true that you didn't say anything, you just didn't let that person in." Song Ren was absolutely sure, "It makes people unable to remember their appearance, and even their gender. You, Mr. Chang, are also very discerning. If you can connect Can’t you remember anyone?”
"Asshole!"
The eldest son of Song kicked Chang San down, and the second son directly picked up a wooden stick at the door of the kitchen.
If this happened in someone else's home, there might be some uncertainty. But in the Song family, there is no such thing as a one-in-a-ten thousand chance. Even Chang San himself couldn't say anything to quibble.
"Forget it, what's the use of killing him." Song Ren persuaded his two grandsons and sighed, "The old man must not know about this matter. Otherwise, he..."
The eldest son Song and his younger brother nodded at the same time.
If Song Yuan knew about it, he would either die of anger or die in peace.
Chang San knelt on the ground and seemed to be repenting, but his eyes kept glancing at the jar of wine.
"The incense ash can only be exchanged for some silver, and it's a small profit to steal some. But this jar of wine is fairy wine. If it is given to a noble person, then I..."
Chang San no longer wanted to stay in the Song family.
After what happened today, even if Song Yuan and Song Ren were dead, he would no longer be able to get his hands on the incense ashes and turn them into a business. But that jar of wine is different, it is definitely a priceless treasure. And this needs to be done now and cannot be delayed for too long.
Now that the old man is about to die, the Song family's energy is affected. Wait for a while and think about it again.
"Send it to the capital... No, the water there is too deep and you won't get much benefit... I remember that my cousin is in Huizhou and works in Prince Hui's Mansion. I heard that Prince Hui has excellent food and wine. If you give this wine to his old man …”
Chang Sangong has a very good mind and thinks very quickly, and he quickly has a plan.
Steal wine and go to Huizhou.
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Celebrating a family that has been passed down for thousands of years. The ancestors said that morality can be passed down to the family for more than ten generations, farming and reading are the next best, poetry and books are the next best, and wealth and honor are passed down to the family for no more than three generations. Its prosperity is also booming, and its demise is also sudden.
"Qingzhou Zhi·Qing Ji"
