But, the person is dead. "Come, carry Zheng Fu into the house for me, and take him back to the master's house tomorrow for a proper burial."
After all, he was his child, and he was harmed by the old woman. He was incapable of educating him well, so he was somewhat responsible. Now that he is dead, he should be buried properly.
It's a pity for Yang'er, his grandson. It's all fate. How can a mortal fight against God's will? It can't be forced. But he won't let the old woman have an easy life. She is the original sin!
Zheng Yuan and Zheng Laoer looked at each other, then shook their heads, "I really only know how to carve." The implication was that they really didn't want to get involved in this matter.
Zheng Laoer's mouth twitched. Who was born with the talent? "Then you'll be in charge of the purchasing and carving, and I'll be in charge of the sales and the accounting?" He didn't want to take on this hot potato, but could he really let the Qian family benefit?
That's impossible. Over the years, because of the relationship with the Qian family, Zheng Fu and the old lady have been domineering in the Zheng family. In order to avoid their influence, he has been hanging around in brothels and has gained a bad reputation. How could he let the Qian family reap the benefits?
No, he also wants the Qian family to pay the price they deserve.
"Don't be so quick to refuse. Building bridges and roads costs a lot of money. With your skills alone, I'm afraid you can only provide a better life for your family, right?"
If the wife in the family is a little spendthrift, life will still be very difficult, like himself.
So, what can we use to do good things?
Zheng Yuan was dumbfounded. This was indeed the case. "I'll go back and discuss this with my family."
What kind of life he would live in the future was not something he could decide alone. Zheng Yuan valued his mother and respected his wife, so he had to seek their opinions.
Zheng Laoer shrugged and left. Anyway, the drama was over and only chicken feathers were left on the ground. What else was there to watch?
Only then did Zheng Yuan respectfully invite Feng Ling and his group to go to his home.
Zheng Yuan's home has a very pastoral style. The yard surrounded by a fence is very large. Not only his family but also several tenant farmers live in it.
At night, children are laughing and playing in the dim candlelight, which is very warm and peaceful.
No wonder Zheng Yuan was unwilling to get involved in the Zheng family's affairs. In fact, he was living a very happy life now, but Zheng Fu's assassination broke everything.
"Don't bring this body in." Feng Ling was naturally referring to Zheng Yang's corpse. It was unlucky and would scare the other children.
Zheng Yuan's body stiffened, "Then, where should I put it? I'll guard it until he is buried..." He couldn't just abandon it alone. Flies would grab it and wild dogs would bite it. He had to protect his son on his last journey.
Feng Ling calculated with her fingers, "Actually, we can bury him now. We can bury him in the old place. The feng shui there is good. We can just move him a little bit and change the direction."
"Okay, I'll go in and tell my family first, and see if they want to take one last look at Yang'er."
Zheng Yuan bowed and asked the secret guards to carry him in...
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