Grandma Cheng was struck dumb, her body trembled violently, and she suddenly fell straight backward.
"Mother!" Cheng Ye exclaimed, and hugged the old lady Cheng tightly.
Cheng Mu glanced at the pale-faced old lady, waved his hand, and said calmly, "Let's call a doctor."
At the same moment, in the study of the Minister of Works' residence, Madam Cheng rested her hands on Fu Ting's desk, her face ashen.
"Did you do what happened to my brother? Why did you want to harm him? He was my father's only son, how could you be so heartless!"
Fu Ting didn't even look up and said, "Why don't you ask your brother why he was greedy? Others brought him a ladder, and he climbed onto the roof to remove tiles or climbed a tree to pick melons. It's his own choice, and it has nothing to do with me."
"It was you! It must have been you! You said the Cheng family's fate was sealed, so who else could have done it if not you!" Madam Cheng was furious.
Fu Ting turned a page of his book and said, "That's because I know your brother's character. He inherited the Pei family's ambition and selfishness, but not their shrewdness and competence. Go back and see your brother; who knows how many years it will be before you see him again!"
Madam Cheng was so angry that the veins on her forehead throbbed. She was about to question them when the gatekeeper came to deliver a message that the old lady of the Cheng family was ill and asked Madam Cheng to go and visit her immediately.
Madam Cheng stamped her foot and left the study with tears in her eyes.
Aunt Li watched Cheng walk away and instructed the maid beside her: "Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. Send someone to prepare some festival gifts for the eldest young master. Also, go to the jewelry store and pick out two sets of the most fashionable jewelry to be sent to Yuzhou."
The maid agreed and withdrew.
Qingcheng Mountain, Fujiazhuang.
Fu Family Village is a paradise on earth, occupying the entire Qingcheng Mountain. Every tree, blade of grass, and animal on the mountain belongs to the Fu family.
Besides members of the Fu family, there were also artists, craftsmen, and wandering knights from other places on the mountain, and in the end, without exception, they all adopted the surname Fu.
Only the Fu family remains at Qingcheng Mountain; that's the rule.
Fu Xiaolou, the current head of the Fu family, is currently squatting in the courtyard with Fu Yi, the former head of the family, looking at a letter together without any regard for their image.
At least he was wearing straw sandals, while his father was barefoot and not even wearing shoes, with a pile of chicken droppings next to him.
Fu Xiaolou has no sons, only three daughters, and his successor as the next head of the family is still undecided.
"Dad, can I see that child's portrait again?" Fu Xiaolou craned his neck and secretly reached out with one hand.
"Get out of here, I haven't finished reading yet!" Old Master Fu turned to the side and slapped his son's hand away.
"You've looked at it four times already, so I'll just look at the portrait... He's incredibly handsome, clearly the successor to the Fu family!"
The old patriarch Fu grinned from ear to ear, pulling out two palm-sized portraits from the envelope. He looked at them and then burst out laughing.
"Hehe, that kid finally did something good for the Fu family, leaving behind a good seed!"
Fu Xiaolou smacked his lips and nudged his father with his elbow. "Dad, think of a way! Let's bring Xiao Huaihuai up the mountain! The mountain is great! Chickens and dogs are running around all day, insects, fish, birds and beasts are everywhere, there are traps every three steps and magic spells every five miles. It's so lively, Xiao Huaihuai will definitely love it!"
The old patriarch glared at him, "Get lost! My son and grandson are still out there, what's the use of bringing my great-grandson back alone!"
Fu Xiaolou clicked his tongue and said bluntly, "Father, my eldest brother is already a member of the imperial court, so there's no use in him coming back. My nephew has been spoiled rotten outside. None of my sons are suitable, so I can only rely on my grandchildren. Why don't you let Xiao Huaihuai come with me? I... I'll go down the mountain to ask for him!"
The old patriarch of the Fu family carefully smoothed one corner of the portrait, glanced at his son, and said, "Xiao Lou, it's not that your father doesn't love you, but think about it carefully. Your little grand-nephew isn't even a member of our Fu family yet; his surname is Jiang! Your useless nephew still hasn't managed to win over a wife. What are you going to use to ask for someone else?"
Fu Xiaolou was stunned. A fine line suddenly appeared on his handsome face, which was usually without a single wrinkle. He slapped his thigh, stood up, took two steps forward, turned around, scratched his head, and asked, "Dad, what do we do now?"
The old patriarch of the Fu family was also troubled, saying, "She's a good girl, and our Fu family can't mistreat her. Pass down a message: as long as it doesn't involve the struggle for the crown prince, don't let those officials bully your niece-in-law, no one is allowed to!"
Fu Xiaolou's eyes flickered, and he squatted down again in front of his father. "I'd better send a few people down the mountain to take a look!"
"Don't!" Old Master Fu glared. "Have you forgotten what Yuan'er said? He told us not to interfere in his affairs and to wait until he needs people. This matter can't be rushed!"
Fu Xiaolou said anxiously, "We can't just sit here and wait!"
The old patriarch stroked his white beard, smiling smugly and mysteriously: "First, help Yuan'er win his wife back. Then I guarantee he won't dare go west if you tell him to go east!"
...
Jiang Shan is preparing Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to be sent to Guyang County.
Besides the food she made herself, there were also some local specialties and a bunch of clothes and shoes.
Of course, she didn't make the clothes, shoes, and socks herself; Liangchen did most of the work. She would embroider a flower or a few words, and some of the clothes were bought directly from clothing stores.
Fu Qiyuan watched from the side the whole time, remaining silent for a long time, seemingly lost in thought.
Jiang Shan prepared a comprehensive and meticulous set of gifts for the festival, taking into account all the relatives and friends in Guyang County, and even including the Cao family, who were serving in another place.
Of course, the recipients of her gifts were Song Wanrong and Cao Qing.
Fu Qiyuan waited from morning till night, but still didn't get the result he wanted.
Alas, the road to winning back my wife is long and arduous...!
"Shan'er, the Fu family has sent another batch of goods. Some of the fabrics are quite good, warm in winter and cool in summer. You can ask Liangchen to make some clothes for you and Huai'er later."
"Oh, okay," Jiang Shan replied, and then said nothing more.
"Shan'er, An Yi and Fu Li will no longer be able to go back home for holidays. They will have to stay in Yuzhou and celebrate the holidays with us."
"Of course, their new clothes are already being made."
"...Shan'er, has the Mid-Autumn Festival gift list been arranged? Is there anything missing?"
"Liangchen and I checked it three times already, it can't be wrong!"
Seeing that it was getting late, Fu Qiyuan could no longer contain himself and said, "We don't need to prepare a ceremony for Huai'er's apprenticeship, but the Fu family should at least show some appreciation. I think..."
Fu Qiyuan hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Jiangshan blinked.
Fu Qiyuan: "...!"
country:……!
After a long silence, Jiang Shan tentatively asked, "You mean, we should also send some Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to your ancestral family?"
"We..." Fu Qiyuan was overjoyed, but pretended to be reserved and said, "I just think it's impolite not to reciprocate."
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