Chapter 577 Fu Chenan’s Grandma
Fu Chenan returned to the room, closed the door and went to Tianwu Dynasty.
In the imperial study, Fu Zhonghai was handling state affairs, and four of the six ministers were left behind.
Two days ago, a coal mine collapsed and buried three people...
They were all civilians, and the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works thought that the matter could be settled with just some compensation, and they did not even try to cover up the facts.
Fu Zhonghai got angry.
"You make it sound so light on three lives. Will you think it's a big deal if there are thirty or three hundred lives next time?"
"Did the Ministry of Industry have technical guidance requirements for coal mining and tunneling before?"
"How did you do it?"
The Minister of Industry was a little unconvinced: "I have repeatedly reminded you..."
However, he did not go down to the coal mine to check it out himself, and the technicians responsible for the safety of the coal mine did not have any awareness of the danger.
Driving piles and reinforcing alleys has become a face-saving project.
The people who were mining coal did not understand the dangers involved. When building protective tunnels, they cut corners and were unwilling to do their best.
Once something really happens and they meet the King of Hell, there will naturally be no regrets.
Fu Zhonghai pointed at the Minister of Works and ordered: "From now on, all the assistant ministers and directors of the Ministry of Works who are in charge of the coal mines must go to the coal mines once every quarter!"
"If things aren't done well down there, and something happens to you, the imperial court will give you a lavish funeral!"
The Minister of Industry was stunned: "Yes..."
Seeing the shocked look on the face of the Minister of Works, Fu Zhonghai breathed a sigh of relief and his tone became much softer.
"Before and after the New Year, the people in your Ministry of Industry and Ministry of Households made a lot of money from the coal briquettes, right?"
The Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Revenue both said "yes".
Fu Zhonghai glanced at them and said, "With benefits come responsibilities."
"I didn't ask you to sit back and take the cash!"
"If you don't take the people seriously and something happens, I will hold you accountable..."
After sending away the four ministers, Fu Zhonghai looked at Fu Chenan who was waiting behind him and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Haven't you been accompanying the Crown Princess these days?"
Fu Chenan had just looked at his father carefully for a long time: his father was forty-three years old, tall and straight, with a handsome face, and was 50% similar to himself.
Is this really the child of a time-traveling girl?
He coughed and said cautiously, "Dad, what does my grandma look like?"
Fu Zhonghai didn't expect Fu Chenan to ask this. He paused for a moment before asking back, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"
Fu Chenan scratched his head: "Someone said today that he is my grandfather..."
Lying was too troublesome, so Fu Chenan simply told everything to his biological father.
Fu Zhonghai was stunned.
His brain stem was also overloaded: Wasn’t he Marshal Fu’s biological son?
How is this possible?
He thought about it in his mind for a long time before he talked about the past...
In Fu Zhonghai's memory, his father was dignified in the army but always cheerful when he returned home.
Especially in front of his mother, he always smiles.
Every time my mother was unhappy, my father could make her smile with just a few words.
Fu Zhonghai always believed that they should be a harmonious couple.
Now that I think about it, there is a doubt: my father had no concubines or maids, but he rarely stayed in my mother's yard.
Doesn't he have any desires?
Fu Zhonghai himself was a martial artist and a military commander, and he was surrounded by fellow soldiers who were as strong as bulls and full of energy.
When men get together, they either talk about war or women.
Everyone agrees that if one has a beautiful wife or concubine, he will not feel tired even if he works in the fields every day, but will just feel happy.
Why doesn’t father rest in mother’s yard?
Is it because there is a mother’s old love between him and his mother?
Although he was confused, Fu Zhonghai was not a reckless person. He thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you pull out two strands of hair and bring them over for inspection?"
Fu Chenan was afraid of wasting time: "Why not just take some blood?"
Fu Zhonghai nodded without hesitation: "Okay."
He asked the doctor to bring a sterilized knife, pointed at the glass bowl on the table and asked, "How many bowls do you want?"
Fu Chenan was sweating: "Not that much, just a little bit will do..."
Under the guidance of Fu Chenan, the imperial physician cut a small wound on Fu Zhonghai's fingertips, which caused half a small wine glass of blood to flow out, and then asked the imperial physician to bandage it.
Fu Zhonghai expressed deep doubt and worry: "Is this enough?"
"How about we give more? So as not to waste our efforts twice?"
Fu Chenan stopped his father from committing self-harm: "Enough! It's really enough..."
He was afraid that his father would be upset and stab him again, so he left quickly: "I'll send it over right away. If it's not enough, I'll ask you for it..."
As soon as Fu Chenan returned to Dong Chunfeng's room with a small glass of wine, he immediately called Mr. Fu.
"I got a sample. Can you compare it?"
Mr. Fu's heart skipped a beat: "What sample?"
Fu Chenan hesitated for a moment: "Compare it first... Compare it with your DNA..."
Mr. Fu's heart was pounding wildly and couldn't calm down.
He covered his chest and called Fu Youde: "Go, bring a doctor and professional equipment, and take the sample..."
Fu Youde's heart was also pounding. While trying to comfort the overly excited old man, he immediately rushed out.
"Master, I'm going right away, please don't get too excited..."
Fu Chenan handed the cup to Fu Youde, and all he had to do was wait.
After he calmed down, he suddenly felt a little confused. He looked at Xiao Yingchun and asked, "What if it's true?"
After all, Xiao Yingchun has no blood relationship with the Fu family, so she cannot empathize with them.
She held Fu Chenan's hand and said, "Don't think too much. Even if it's true, our lives won't change much."
"Look, we have money, too."
"I can only eat three meals a day and sleep two meters long. I can't eat eight meals a day and sleep in five rooms."
"We have status, too. Your father is the emperor, and you are the prince..."
"If you become a descendant of the Fu family, can you be even more powerful than you are now?"
Fu Chenan followed Xiao Yingchun’s thoughts and thought: It’s true!
He suddenly felt that his worry and excitement were unnecessary.
"You're right, there's no need for me to get so excited..."
The one who should be excited now is Fu Zhonghai.
Fu Zhonghai went to the small ancestral hall.
The tablets in the ancestral hall are arranged in rows, neatly, with the tablets for parents at the front.
These were remade and placed by the most famous magicians and Taoist priests after he ascended the throne to pray for blessings...
Two small tablets, standing side by side, silently tell their own stories...
Fu Zhonghai recalled that when he was a child, his mother would sometimes shed tears silently when she saw him.
He didn't understand, so he ran to ask his father: "Does mother dislike me?"
"Am I too naughty?"
My father said at the time: "Your mother is just in poor health, she really likes you..."
Then his father would take Fu Zhonghai to the army to practice wrestling with the soldiers.
In the laughter and fighting with the soldiers, Fu Zhonghai was able to quickly forget the previous grievances...
Yes, his mother was injured when she gave birth to him, and she could no longer have children. When he was only a teenager, his mother died of depression...
Looking back now, Fu Zhonghai is full of doubts: Is she really infertile?
Or has she and her father been just a couple in name only?
(End of this chapter)
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