172 Chang Chunfeng leaves
After Ping'an got up, he went to the inn. Chang Chunfeng leaned on the kang and didn't get up. He drank too much yesterday.
To some extent, I drink to relieve my sorrow.
He knew the eldest son's intentions very well, and it was all for his son.
The son has already said this, can he take her away by force?
cannot.
When Dashun became the eldest son's apprentice, he truly became a disciple and had a feast prepared for him. It could be said that he had the power to make most of Dashun's decisions, and was more qualified than his biological father.
The eldest son also promised that as long as his son was willing, he could continue to take the imperial examinations and learn medicine, and perhaps he would become a legendary figure in the future.
Of course he was tempted.
Mei Niang suffered a lot for him, and letting her son live in both places and have two surnames was considered the greatest compensation she could give him.
In fact, when he went to Changjia Village for the second time, Chang Shun's name was put back on the Chang family's genealogy. He was the eldest son of Chang Chunfeng. Even if he had more children later, this name could not be changed.
He will explain all this clearly to the Zhang family. If they are not willing, the marriage will be cancelled and he will repay the favor later.
The death of his parents was the pain of his life, and he wanted to avenge himself on Qi Jiaojiao. But after all, this woman had given birth to a daughter for him, and they were divorced now. He felt indescribably conflicted.
Mei Niang and Ping An showed filial piety on his behalf, wearing mourning clothes to send the old people off, so that his parents would not be left without support or care in their old age.
In his heart, Mei Niang has always been his wife, but fate has played a trick on him and he has to keep her in his heart, otherwise he would be harming her.
When you lose someone you once didn't care about, you realize how good she was, and how painful it would be to never find her again.
Only the child who sends his parents off for him can be safe, and only the child who enjoys the company of his parents can be safe. Therefore, as long as his son is happy, he is willing to make some concessions.
Seeing his son coming in, he felt a little happy, but he said something sour: "Why are you here? Don't you want to follow your father?"
Ping An put down the lunch box in his hand: "Have you washed up? I brought some porridge and some vegetable buns. Are you still dizzy?"
Chang Chunfeng looked at the little adult's son, and his heart ached. He almost cried: "I have washed it, and I am just hungry."
Ping'an placed the food on the table one by one, with two sets of tableware.
"Dad, do you want me to feed you?"
Chang Chunfeng said with joy in his eyes: "I will eat by myself."
He himself was surprised that he was so satisfied when his son showed a little kindness to him.
The father and son had a quiet breakfast.
Ping An said, "Dad, please forgive me for some things. I have my own way. Despite this, you are still my real dad and the person closest to me. Just leave a room for me in your house. When I go to the capital with my master, I will visit you often. I may be very busy in these years."
Chang Chunfeng looked at his son and said, "You go about your business. I just hope you won't give up the imperial examination and won't hide the fact that I'm your real father from others."
Ping An smiled and said, "How could I hide from the world that you are my biological father? I will try to pass the exam to become a scholar when I am fifteen years old to show you."
"How shameless." Chang Chunfeng also smiled, and his brows relaxed.
"Dashun, I will put your name back on the family tree the second time I return to the village, otherwise your grandparents will be worried.
As for the marriage proposal from the Zhang family, I might accept it. Your master told him to let your great-grandmaster be the matchmaker. But before that, I will make it clear with his family that I have to observe mourning for your grandparents for at least one year. It was you and your mother who did it before, so I have to make up for it for one year now.
Also, I will tell his family that no matter how many sons I have in the future, you will be my eldest son, and this cannot be changed. If they disagree, the marriage will be cancelled, and I will repay the favor later."
Ping An was truly moved.
This biological father still has some affection for him.
"Dad, there's no need to do this. Let me make it clear that I won't take any of your property in the future. Everything you have in the future will belong to your brothers and sisters. I don't want mother or others to give it to me. I will earn it myself in the future."
Having said that, he took out a purse from his pocket.
"Dad, here are eight hundred taels of silver. It's all I can take out right now. I'll give you some to deal with in an emergency."
"Dashun, where did you get so much silver?" Chang Chunfeng frowned, "Dad doesn't want it, you keep it."
"Dad, all the red envelopes and other things I received this year, as well as the gifts from the master's banquet, were given to me. I gave some to mom, and the rest is all here."
Ping An can now tell lies with ease, and feels that he has become a lot worse.
But I don't want to explain everything to my biological father or stepfather.
Chang Chunfeng felt warm in his heart, but then he felt sad: "Dad was in Jiao County this time, and people also gave me some gifts, which are enough for me to use during this period of time. I am a poor scholar, so I don't have much to be generous with. I don't want this money."
Ping An's face darkened. "Didn't you say I'm your only relative? I don't need this money now. When you took office, you said you would take care of everything. I'll leave it here for you."
But no matter how much he was persuaded, Chang Chunfeng refused to accept it. He was alone now, and the gifts he received from Jiao County were enough for him to use. Besides, he would be writing storybooks again soon.
Peace will only take it back, but in my heart I am thinking about when I gave it to him unknowingly.
He is not short of money now, but his biological father is. He only has his third son by his side, who is loyal but lacks ability. It takes money to support someone.
The master said that the business of the braised food shop was very good and new medicines were also being produced in large quantities. All the money would be paid out once a year at the end of the year.
It won’t be a small number by then.
This is the most difficult time for my father, so he will help as much as he can, but there is only so much money he can spend.
The two thousand yuan that Fang Niang keeps cannot be touched.
Then there are some gold leaves and silver leaves, which are basically used as red envelopes for Erqiang and his gang during the Chinese New Year.
Chang Chunfeng stopped talking. His son felt sorry for him. It felt really good.
In fact, he planned to start writing storybooks on the way. It would be a waste not to make money like this. There was nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, no one would know that he was Master Yixiao.
But I can’t tell this to my son.
"Dashun, Dad should be leaving in the next few days. The two-month vacation means the journey will take forty days. It will also take nearly half a month to get from Jiao County to the prefectural capital."
"Dad, my master said that he has contacted the escort agency for you. When things are more stable, you should buy more capable people. Otherwise, it will be inconvenient to do anything."
Chang Chunfeng chuckled and said, "My son is right. Dad will pay attention to it."
It feels really good to have a son.
Ping An stretched out his little hand and said, "Dad, let me examine you."
Chang Chunfeng held back his laughter and reached out his hand.
Looking at his son's serious little face, he really wanted to take his son away and didn't want to be separated at all.
But it can't.
"Dad, it's nothing serious. I'll ask the master to prescribe a medicinal diet for you. It's better to take less medicine. It's true that medicine is three-quarters poison."
"Well, Dad will listen to you."
…
Ping An stayed with his biological father for two days and slept with him at night, which made Chang Chunfeng love his son to the core.
So much so that I would wake up in the middle of the night and stare at my son's little face, unwilling to look away.
I even spread out a piece of paper and drew a picture of my son sleeping sweetly, which was really cute.
Ping An certainly didn’t know all this. He was young and couldn’t stay up late, so he naturally fell into a deep sleep without any worries.
Early on the third day, Ping'an followed his master to see his father out of the city gate.
At the last moment, he quietly stuffed the purse into his father's arms.
Eight hundred taels can at least help him a little.
Chang Chunfeng's carriage was sandwiched between the escort agency's convoy. Through the door curtain, he watched his son's small figure gradually going away, and his tears finally fell.
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