"Hey..."
Wang Wenqiu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw everyone going out, then unfolded the letter in his arms and handed it to Wang Sheng.
"Sheng'er, read it again."
He sat at the table, his usually straight back bent, looking slightly decadent.
Wang Sheng accepted the letter, with the cover saying "My son Wenqiu personally opens it".
He carefully took out the paper and took a closer look. This letter was a suicide note.
"My son Wenqiu sees words as he sees them. Throughout my life, I have three regrets. One is that my mother died unexpectedly, the other is that my second brother has no offspring, and the third is that I feel sorry for you. Now that I am far away from home, I am afraid something will change. I will write this book to tell you the truth. "
"My son, Wenqiu, you are not a disciple of both."
" When you were born, your mother and I signed a document agreeing to adopt the throne. Unexpectedly, she turned out to be false, and her father was afraid that she would go to hell with her two sons, so he reluctantly agreed and postponed the matter for discussion among the elders of the clan. It was decided to name it "Jianxi" to comfort Yangxing.
Wang Sheng read the end of the first page with doubts. If it said "Jianxi", then he should bring the yellow book to the government to register. The yellow book should be. However, he had seen the yellow booklet and it did not indicate it.
The next page actually explains the reason.
"But she wanted to replace Wen Zhi as the father-in-law. The others tried to persuade her, but she refused to sign the contract. There was no precedent in ancient times. If there were three sons, the eldest son would be the father-in-law. No one in the family had done this. I agreed, but she had already accepted the house deed, the land deed and the three hundred taels of silver and hid them secretly."
"She has given birth to three sons for me, so I can't bear to give up and report to the official. During the ancestral sacrifice, I had already written you in my second brother’s name to appease the spirit of Xingyang in the sky. Your mother had never known about this matter. The elders of the clan and I had made a verbal agreement to share it with you three. If I can return the money back home, that's all."
Wang Sheng turned over another page. This page contained the words of the village chief. He didn't know who his nominal grandfather was. I wrote this suicide note in my state of mind.
"If you don't want to, you can take the yellow book, along with the suicide note, succession letter, and consent letter to the government and report them."
"Otherwise, Unfortunately, my father died and he was thrown into hell, unable to face his second brother. If you wish, I would like to bring a stick of fragrance during the Qingming Festival to express my joy when I see you."
Wang Sheng finished reading the letter and put it in his hand. It was handed over to Wang Wenqiu, and he began to take a broom and start cleaning the debris in the yard.
"Brother, let me do it."
Wang Jingjing seemed to be back to her previous appearance, timidly looking at Wang Sheng, the tears on her face had not been wiped clean, and her clothes were The man rolled around on the ground, covered in dust.
"You and your mother go and change your clothes and apply medicine. I will do all the work."
Wang Sheng himself is not seriously ill. Some sweat shed while running has evaporated long ago. Clean and tidy.
Listening to this suicide note, Liu Zhaoxing's thoughts inevitably spread a little, but when he heard the conversation between Wang Sheng and his sister, his soul that had been in a daze was pulled back. He came over to hold Wang Jingjing's hand, and the two left together.
"Wang Daya, are you stupid? Stay away next time."
Liu Zhaoxing couldn't help but say Wang Jingjing.
"Mother~~"
Wang Jingjing prolonged her voice and did not respond.
After Wang Sheng finished taking care of the rest, he started to catch chickens. Some sensible chickens hid aside and were not beaten a few times, but they were very brave. When they saw Wang Sheng grabbing it with both hands, they pecked his hand with their sharp beaks.
He let go of the chicken with a painful hiss.
"I don't believe it."
Wang Sheng also got on the chicken, observed its movement route, and waited for a few minutes, waiting for the chicken's butt to face him. Exposing his furry neck, he reached up and grabbed the chicken directly in his hand.
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Wang Sheng learned his lesson and caught the next few chickens in the same way.
There were also several chickens that were seriously injured and lying on the ground dying. The most injured one was the chicken that had pecked the Queen Mother. It was still squealing violently, a lot of hair had fallen off its body, one wing was dripping with blood, and one of its legs was lame.
Wang Sheng has no experience in handling these chickens, so he will leave these chickens here and wait for Liu Zhaoxing to come back.
As soon as he finished his work, he turned around and saw that Wang Wenqiu was still sitting there. Even if he couldn't read the words, he was still reading the letter over and over again. He only needed to read it a few more times to read it. Read the words on the letter.
"Dad."
Wang Sheng shouted.
"Sheng'er..."
Wang Wenqiu returned to his original place, with obvious disappointment on his face, and muttered: "I thought it was just my mother who didn't like me...
Wang Sheng did not let Wang Wenqiu continue, but directly interjected: "My grandfather is also planning for his father. As a father, my grandfather has far-reaching plans for his father. He is afraid that no one will know about him in a hundred years." Leave this letter."
"If my grandfather had not left this letter, my father would never know it. A life of ignorance is not as good as a life of sobriety, and my grandfather would not have completely abandoned you. Wouldn't the letter still be delayed in the end? Do you want to offer incense to my father during the Qingming Festival?”
“Take me with you next time during the Qingming Festival. I want to go too.”
Previously, Liu Zhaoxing and Wang Jingjing had no idea. Regarding Wang Wenqiu's concurrent visit, women were not allowed to worship ancestors or sweep tombs. Wang Sheng himself had lost his memory, so of course he didn't know about it. Now that he knew about it, he had to leave anyway.
"Okay."
Wang Wenqiu responded immediately. He read the suicide note one last time before carefully putting it back into the envelope and getting up to take it back to the house.
Wang Sheng looked at WangWen Qiu's back was retreating, while he was leaning at the table sorting out the news he had received today.
The fog of the original body’s death seemed to have dissipated a bit.
Liu Zhaoxing was injured due to Wang Jingjing's childbirth and could no longer be pregnant. However, he was too weak due to premature birth and fell off a cliff without dying. Now, as long as Wang Wenqiu dies, the family will become extinct.
Wang Wenqiu has three hundred taels now because of his succession.
Wang Sheng secretly calculated in his heart that he would have to wear it for a year. The family worked hard and got about five taels of silver. This also included Liu Zhaoxing. In recent days, shopkeeper Cao asked her to embroider new styles. , Only then can those wealth be saved.
Therefore, these three hundred taels are in the countryside. It is no wonder that others want to make money and kill themselves.
Who asked Wang Jiong to call him to the cliff?
After such a long period of observation, Wang Jiong himself does not have this brain.
If it is the Queen Mother, there is no need to throw it away as a child. There is no need to be so busy.
If it was uncle Wang Wenzhi, he should have known that he had used the money until there were only ten taels left, so there was no need to harm anyone, he could just take it.
Before Wang Sheng could clear his thoughts, Liu Zhaoxing greeted him: "Sheng'er, take this chicken to the clan leader."
Liu Zhaoxing had already finished changing it. clothes, came out and looked at the injured chickens on the ground, picked out a relatively good chicken and asked Wang Sheng to send it to him.
"Okay, mother."
Wang Sheng responded conditionedly without thinking twice.
Anyway, up to now, no matter who wants to take action, he will get nothing with a bamboo basket.