Hua Xiangyun didn't believe their nonsense. "If I let you in, I won't even be able to cultivate. Do you want to watch my master be punished when he comes back?"
Ye Ajin suddenly floated in front of her, "We saw it, you brought a man back."
Tell us quickly, is that your boyfriend/girlfriend?
Hua Xiangyun said, "That's my neighbor's brother. What's wrong with him bringing me here? Doesn't he see how thick the snow is outside? I almost couldn't find my way."
"It can't be that simple!" Ye Ajin chuckled. "We've all been through this before, who would accompany you this far in this freezing weather for no reason?"
The other souls joined in the discussion, chattering away, and Hua Xiangyun felt a buzzing in her ears.
Hua Xiangyun raised an eyebrow at them, "Now I finally know how you all died?"
"Your cultivation level has increased so quickly, it's obvious." Hua Xiangyun was surrounded by dark figures at this moment.
"That's because you meddle too much in other people's business. Even God couldn't stand it anymore and took you away."
"Tch," Hua Xiangyun felt the cold wind dissipate instantly, and there was nothing around her.
"You haven't been staying here all this time, have you?" Hua Xiangyun remembered that Master Wu had said that they could go anywhere except the end of the county.
“We’ve explored the whole area around here. Besides, every year-end is especially hard for us. You all are singing and laughing, enjoying your big family reunions, while we old folks are all alone here, without a single offering of incense…”
After listening to the complaints for a while, Hua Xiangyun slowly said, "These past few years, it's not just you who have been neglected; who can afford incense and candles these days?"
Hua Xiangyun had also considered making her own incense, but unfortunately, even a skilled cook cannot cook without rice, and she had nowhere to find the raw materials.
The souls knew all along, but they couldn't help but complain a little more.
Wu Chenxi does have some stock, but the supply to them is always limited.
Hua Xiangyun still couldn't bear to see their disappointed looks. "They'll be fine in a few years."
Ye Ajin quickly recovered, "When you first came back, did you run into those Wen family boys?"
Hua Xiangyun shook her head. "I didn't run into him. What happened to Grandpa Wen? I remember he was fine before the Lunar New Year."
“This isn’t just because his children are unfilial,” Ye Ajin said, as if a chill had suddenly risen around him. “His three unfilial children emptied his savings and have rarely come back since.”
Moreover, they always came and went in a hurry, leaving their things behind and running away. Over the years, many people in the county have forgotten what they look like.
His health has been deteriorating this year. Before the Lunar New Year, he asked many people to go and look for his children, but none of them came.
On New Year's Eve, he stood at the edge of the county town all afternoon. He must have been frozen stiff; as soon as he got home, he collapsed in the yard and froze to death on New Year's Eve.
Hua Xiangyun, "...It's already the fifth day of the Lunar New Year..."
"Nobody knows where they live, and nobody's at their workplace. I heard they've already asked the person on duty to pass on the message, but so many days have passed and still no one has come." Fang Qinghe has seen many unfilial sons over the years, but these few have once again lowered his expectations for the lowest level of unfilial behavior.
Is there a misunderstanding between the two sides?
"What misunderstanding could there be? It's nothing more than an unequal distribution of family wealth," Ye Ajin always liked to eavesdrop, and there was nothing in this county that he didn't know.
"Back then, when the old lady of the Wen family had just passed away, her three children had all started working. They insisted that the old man would remarry in the future and that they wanted to divide up the family fortune first."
Of course, Old Man Wen refused. Although his wife had passed away, he was still alive, and the family had argued about it for a long time.
Later, for reasons unknown, Old Man Wen eventually compromised.
He took out all the savings he and his wife had accumulated throughout their lives and wanted to divide them equally among their three children, but he also required that they receive the same care in their old age.
As a result, none of the three agreed. The eldest son said that as the eldest son, he should naturally receive the majority. The second son said that the daughters in the family were married and could not come back to divide the family property. The third son insisted that when Old Lady Wen was alive, she was promised a share, and even the old lady's jewelry should be left to her.
At the time, her two daughters-in-law almost got into a fight with her, saying that they were the ones who took care of the old lady in her final days, and that she, as her daughter, hadn't done anything for her even for a single day.
"Anyway, Old Man Wen didn't care about anything after that. He divided the family fortune into three parts. As for the house, he said that after he passed away, they would divide it equally. Even so, none of his three children were satisfied."
Ye Ajin sneered, "What they don't know is that the bulk of their wealth is still in Old Man Wen's hands, with the intention of handing it over to whoever is filial in the future. But he didn't even have to touch it by the time he passed away."
Hua Xiangyun: "Didn't Grandpa Wen tell his children about this?"
He wanted to say it, but he didn't have the chance.
It seems his daughter has come back a few times, but she leaves her things and leaves immediately. When Old Man Wen tries to talk to her, she always seems impatient.
These three ingrates, whether genuinely resentful that Old Man Wen didn't distribute the resources according to their wishes, or simply unwilling to support him in his old age, were acting as if they wanted to avoid him at all costs.
"No wonder when I came here before, I saw a gloomy aura that was filled with resentment. It seems that Grandpa Wen died with his eyes open in disgrace." Hua Xiangyun felt some sympathy. She had met the old man a few times. He had a sharp tongue, but he had never actually harmed anyone.
Ye Ajin said with a hint of indignation, "That's right. I happened to see him on the day he left, and I was the one who told him that he was already a wisp of a soul."
Old Man Wen, still harboring resentment, refuses to go to the underworld and is currently waiting for his three unfilial children in his house…
Hua Xiangyun: "When I arrived at the Wen family's house earlier, there were many nearby residents there. Were they thinking that if his children didn't come, they would help with the funeral arrangements?"
In his memory, although Wenjie wasn't exactly an old man with no family, no income, or housing, the residents in the neighborhood wouldn't let him leave things like that.
It's only because of the cold weather; if it were summer, the burial would probably have taken place on the third day.
“They’ve been discussing this for days, and it’s been five days already. If they don’t come back soon, they’re prepared to go to the county and find him no matter what, even if they have to beat drums and gongs.”
Ye Ajin couldn't help but give a thumbs up when he thought of the methods these people had discussed. They should tear off their masks so they wouldn't act all high and mighty in public but do nothing right.
"If you want to see a good show, you probably won't get to," Fang Qinghe suddenly floated to the corner of the wall. "Those families are here."
Ye Ajin was somewhat disappointed. "Why did they come so easily? This is too easy on them."
Even so, at this moment, he had already floated outside the courtyard, thinking, "I'll go see what kind of expressions they have, whether they'll act like filial sons and grandsons..."
Fang Qinghe said, "He's been so bored these days, so he's finding ways to amuse himself..."
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