162 Heartbroken

At noon, I found a small forest and rested for an hour.

In early May, the sun was already so hot that it felt cool even when wearing a jacket in the morning, and it was still too hot even when wearing a single shirt in the afternoon.

Sun Sicheng saw that Chang Chunfeng looked pale and listless.

"Brother Chang, are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to give you some cooling pills?"

Chang Chunfeng smiled bitterly, "My Lord, it's been almost seven years. This is the first time I've dreamed of my parents, wife, and children. It turns out that I got married when I was seventeen, and I have a son named Chang Shun. I remember all this, but it's a pity that it's several years late."

Sun Sicheng was a little confused: "You remember everything?"

Chang Shun?

His young apprentice once told him, "My original name was Chang Shun, but now I'm called Wan Ping An. It's either Shun or Ping An, and the meanings are similar."

Chang Chunfeng nodded: "Not that I remember everything. I remember my parents, my wife and children, but my memory of the six years in Huainan Prefecture is fuzzy. I can't even remember their faces."

"Brother Chang, you just chose to forget for the moment. If you can remember the past, you can definitely remember these six years as long as you want."

Chang Chunfeng's eyes turned red: "I don't know how my parents and my wife and children have been doing these past six or seven years, but with a grandson, my parents should be fine.

Logically, I am the only one who passed the imperial examination in Jiao County this time, and the yamen runners should have gone to my house a few days ago to announce the good news. Sir, I don’t know what’s going on, but I feel a little uneasy.”

He recounted the dream he had had in the morning.

"My Lord, I woke up from my dream with a fright, and now I remember everything."

Sun Sicheng felt a tightness in his heart, and then a pang of sadness. His poor little apprentice had gone up the mountain to collect firewood to save the old man and got the prescription.

"Brother Chang, I don't know how much they have suffered over the years. You must compensate them well in the future."

"It's natural."

At this time in Changjia Village, Patriarch Chang was already regretting his actions to the point of heartache. How could he let Dashun go just for a few pieces of land?

You know, Chunfeng's body was never found that year. He lived to such an old age in vain, but he didn't even know how to leave a way out.

If Chunfeng returned home, he would find that his parents were gone, and his wife and children were forced by their clansmen to use the betrothal money to pay off the debt for sixteen or seventeen taels of silver, and they would also have to sacrifice a seven-year-old boy.

The village chief Chang Chunxi was as regretful as his father, and he wanted to vomit blood. If a village had a scholar, it would be much better than other villages, let alone a Jinshi? He could become a county magistrate.

If Dashun and his mother had been left behind last spring, they would be heroes now. Why would they be waiting for them to come back in such fear?

The good news came the day before yesterday, and yesterday the father and son went to Wanjia Village.

Who knew that the chief of Wan Village said that Ping An had been included in the family tree on New Year's Day.

Once a family tree is uploaded, it cannot be deleted privately unless the person himself agrees and comes back in person.

In fact, the Wanjia Village patriarch did not agree to release Ping An. Besides the fact that the family tree was no joke, another point was that they accidentally found out that Ping An had become the apprentice of the eldest son of Baicaotang.

Baicaotang is well-known in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the eldest son is a miracle doctor.

Ping An has been noticed by the eldest son at such a young age. In time, he will definitely become a little miracle doctor.

The talents in Wanjia Village are mediocre, nothing outstanding. They finally got the first disciple of the eldest son of Baicaotang, so they certainly can't let him go easily.

Chang's father and son had no choice but to go to He Village again and appeal to He Daqing and his son's emotions and reason with them.

But the He family were stubborn and said that Ping An had remarried with his mother, and the girl was listed in the family tree. The betrothal money had been used to pay off the debt, so they would not interfere whether Ping An returned to the Chang family or not.

He Zishan even said that people should keep their words, so how can they go back on their words?

Are they trying to repeat themselves? Is there nothing they can do?

No one knew what Chunfeng was thinking. Patriarch Chang and his son did not dare to make a fuss about it. Patriarch Wan naturally did not dare to do so either. He just waited quietly for Wan Changsheng to come back and resolve the issue. He could not afford to offend either side.

Although the He family was uneasy, they did not go to Changsheng's house. Mei Niang was still pregnant. What if she knew that something had happened? It can be imagined that Wan Changsheng had kept this a secret from Mei Niang.

After being a widow for five years, this kind of thing happened in the last year. Mrs. Hu wanted to hit herself on the head, because she was the one who caused this incident.

But then again, Wan Changsheng is a very nice person, and no one in the He family can say anything bad about him.

All I can say is that everything is determined by fate and has no control over us.

Five days later in the morning.

Two carriages entered Changjia Village.

Chang Chunfeng's eyes filled with tears: "My Lord, this is it. I have been in and out of this road so many times, but because of an accident, I didn't go home for six years."

Sun Sicheng sighed, "Brother Chang, don't get excited. Just point the way and let the carriage go directly to the door."

Two horse-drawn carriages suddenly arrived in the small mountain village. Although it was morning, many people had already gone out to work. Those who stayed at home quickly found the clan leader. Everyone knew that Chang Chunfeng had returned.

Chang Chunfeng parked the car in front of the gate of a small courtyard. The courtyard was quiet and his heart sank to the bottom. Logically, his good news had already arrived here and the house should be bustling with activity.

Little did he know that when Chang Chunlai received the good news the day before, he immediately packed up his things and returned to the old house. He felt guilty about taking over this house, so he helped Dashun to persuade the clan leader.

In the village, he was the one closest to Chang Chunfeng. He could have clearly benefited from the official's influence, but because of a little selfishness, he severed the ties between the two families.

Chang Chunlai also felt extremely regretful.

Sun Sicheng accompanied Chang Chunfeng out of the car. To be honest, he felt very sad. Anyone who encountered such a thing would be heartbroken.

Ruyi followed behind with a small medical box. He was also worried about Master Ping'an. As a boy, his biological father, Lord Chang, would not give up his son easily.

But as for Lord Chang, he hasn't sorted out his family affairs yet and he's already found love. I don't know how much patience the eldest daughter of the Zhang family has towards this eldest son.

"Dad, Mom, my son is back."

The house was empty, without a sound.

"Chunfeng, calm down." An old man's voice came.

"Chief, where are my parents? And where are my wife and Dashun?"

The old clan leader's eyes turned red. "Chunfeng, when the news of your death came, your parents passed away. Your wife took all the money in the family and borrowed some from outside, and asked your cousin Chunxi to look for the government office. The clan also sent many people to look for you, but they all came to nothing. The yamen runners said that you may have fallen off the cliff and your body was gone.

Chunfeng, we really couldn't find him, so the clan had to give up the idea. Later, your wife seemed to have asked her parents' family to look for him for some more days, but still found nothing.

During this time, your father became ill and passed away a month later. Then your mother also fell ill and stayed on the kang. She was ill for two years. Your wife sold her land and borrowed a lot of money to pay for her treatment. I heard that she also took ginseng. The county doctors were invited, but she still followed your father and died."

Chang Chunfeng was about to fall, and Sun Sicheng held him up.

"What about my wife and Dashun?"

The old patriarch hesitated to speak, but had to say: "Chunfeng, the foreign debt has been owed for several years, and the villagers have not had a good life. They have been asking for repayment in the past two years. Last March, your wife had no choice but to remarry to Wanjia Village with Dashun in a very short time."

"Ah, ah." Chang Chunfeng suddenly cried out in grief, all the unwillingness in his heart came towards him.