"Should we separate Young Master Sun and Young Madam Sun?"
"The boss will handle it. Don't interfere. He's going to the capital soon. It's not as simple as home. Let him practice first."
"This old servant understands!"
In Huangjiakou, beneath the joy of a bountiful harvest lies an unspeakable shadow.
"Husband," Huang Ye's wife said hesitantly, "Should we still go to find our master?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Ye's lips pursed tightly, and his face darkened. "Why don't we look for them?"
"What about the explanation to the clan?"
“Ignore them,” Huang Ye’s eyes deepened, and he said sarcastically, “I’m just a useless person. If it weren’t for my master’s help, I wouldn’t even be able to eat, let alone do what they’re talking about.”
These people have no shame.
When there's no benefit to be gained, they'd rather stay three feet away than risk it. But now that they've heard about the potential for a title, they're all coming to him to act as his advocates.
That's a wonderful idea!
"Yes, whatever you say, husband. So when shall we go find someone?"
"Wait a little longer and see if they have any other tricks up their sleeves," Huang Ye said, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "It's safer to kill a snake that's been tricked into joining the fight with a stick."
“No, we don’t need to go to such extremes,” Huang Ye’s wife was frightened by these words. She grabbed Huang Ye’s arm tightly and said nervously, “Husband, they are relatives from the same clan. We can just ignore them. Please don’t do anything foolish.”
Upon hearing this, Huang Ye concealed all her thoughts and smiled, "Don't worry, I was just saying it casually, I won't do anything."
"That's good," Huang Ye's wife breathed a sigh of relief. "No matter what, we are all of the same bloodline, so we must take our ancestors into consideration."
Shared bloodline?
Huang Ye sneered inwardly.
So what? They're just a bunch of people who climb the social ladder and step on the weak.
They fear being dragged down by useless people and wish they could trample them into the mud, but when they learn that they can gain benefits, they swarm around them like flies.
Absolutely disgusting!
Unlike his wife, Huang Ye's heart had long since grown darker amidst endless cold stares and the pain of day and night.
Huang Ye's wife was always grateful for the help the villagers had given her, and she remembered it all, even if it was just a handful of vegetables, a couple of scallions, or a few coins.
But Huang Ye saw these things as irony.
Before his leg was broken, he was a leader among his peers, often going up the mountain with Huang Youquan to hunt, and sharing the good stuff he got with the tribe.
Whether it's physical strength or financial resources, they have never been stingy.
However, after he was injured, he became a burden and a plague.
This disparity made him realize the reality, but it also gave rise to a profound sense of coldness.
I've come to understand a deeper truth: you must hold onto everything tightly in your own hands. Others may give you something temporarily, but they won't pity you forever.
Therefore, he was particularly disgusted by the clan's attempts to persuade him to get involved with Jiang Nuan.
Putting aside the question of how close or distant the relationship is, he would never agree to it if it might affect the relationship between master and disciple.
Since no one reached out to pull you out back then, don't even think about dragging yourself back into the abyss.
He pulled his wife into his arms, gently stroked her, and softly said, "It's getting late, go to sleep. I'm here, don't think too much, nothing will happen."
"Uh-huh!"
The next day, the young couple had just gotten up when they heard a knock on the door.
Huang Ye's wife hurriedly washed her face. "Husband, someone's here. I'll go open the door."
"Let's eat first."
"There's no rush to eat, go open the door first."
"Be good, eat first, okay?"
Despite her gentle tone, Huang Ye's wife sensed a danger and dared not argue further, so she quickly started cooking.
She didn't finish her porridge as if it were chewing wax, and without daring to look at her husband, she hurriedly went to open the door.
At the door, Brother Huang was already getting impatient.
Why isn't the door open yet?
Upon hearing this, Huang Youquan tentatively asked, "Could it be that he hasn't gotten up yet?"
"What time is it? How could they not be awake? Even if they weren't awake, we should have woken them up by knocking on the door for so long."
"So, you did it on purpose?"
The two exchanged a glance, their expressions turning somber.
After a short while, Huang Youquan spoke up, "Village Chief, it seems our chances are slim."
“We have to try no matter what,” Huang Sige said, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes. “The government has already issued a document to rebuild Huang Ye’s tomb according to the standards of a marquis. We can’t count on the clan chief, so we can only try here. Otherwise, such great wealth will have nothing to do with us.”
They were all from the same clan, one branch of the family was honored, but they could only guard the marquis's grave and still have to roll in the mud. No matter how they thought about it, they felt uncomfortable.
"What do you think the clan chief is thinking? Why doesn't he agree to go find Huang Chuan and the others? Also, in principle, titles should be left to the eldest son, so how come Huang Mu became a marquis while our clan chief is still a commoner?"
"You're asking me? Who should I ask? How could we commoners possibly know about the affairs of these noble lords?"
As he spoke, Brother Huang couldn't help but shake his head.
He really couldn't understand what the second wife was thinking.
How could you bear to let such a fat fish escape?
"Too."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door creaked open.
"Fourth Uncle, Uncle Quan," Huang Ye's wife said, feeling very embarrassed, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"It's alright, let's go in first." As he spoke, Brother Huang even forced a smile.
Even if they're unhappy, what can they do? They're the ones who need their help.
Seeing this, Huang Ye's wife, who had been feeling uneasy, breathed a sigh of relief and led the two of them to see Huang Ye.
"Village Chief, it's Uncle Quan." Huang Ye greeted him casually from his wheelchair.
Have you had breakfast?
"I've already eaten."
"How are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?"
"Still the same as always."
Faced with Huang Ye's sharp and infuriating words, the two sighed helplessly and revealed their purpose: "Huang Ye, what about what we talked about before? Have you considered it?"
"I won't agree to it unless it's absolutely necessary."
"You won't agree?" Brother Huang was getting anxious. "Why? It's just a few words, it doesn't take much effort."
Upon hearing this, Huang Ye laughed sarcastically, "In that case, you can go and say it yourselves."
Upon hearing this, the two of them froze.
If they were confident, why would they lower themselves to beg others?
“Huang Ye,” Huang Si Ge said earnestly, “I know you’ve suffered a lot of injustices in the past, but we are all descendants of the Huang family. For your father’s sake, could you help the clan just this once? Just once, and I will never ask you for help again, no matter what happens in the future.”
“If my father were alive, he wouldn’t want me to be in a difficult position.”
“How can this be considered difficult?” Huang Youquan said with dissatisfaction. “It’s just a matter of putting in a good word for the clan and getting Huang Chuan and his brother to come back for the ancestral worship.”
How did it become a dilemma?
The descendants of the Huang family have achieved great things; shouldn't we hold ancestral rites to announce this to our ancestors?
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