Chapter 117 Various Troubles
She has important things to do today and has to go out.
If for no other reason, just to take my eldest sister-in-law Liu, my nephew Ping'er and my eighth sister Xueniang to see how the renovation of the General's Mansion was going.
So, I went back to my room to tidy up and asked someone to invite them.
After an incense stick of time, the four of them walked out of the Duke's Mansion happily, without noticing the desolation of Beiyuan at all.
Ever since the fifth room was cleared out, the people in the third room have become much more well-behaved.
They knew something about Mrs. Wei's methods in the past, and they always felt that they were relatives, so she didn't dare to restrict the third room too much.
Now, even a fool can see that keeping them here is just to disgust Dongyuan.
If Mrs. Wei is really threatened, they will uproot her.
I’m afraid that their fate will be worse than that of the fifth room. Therefore, the people in the third room want to leave.
But if we leave, where should we go?
Everyone in the room was in a gloomy mood, even Shang Erlang, who usually loved to sleep with prostitutes, drink and gamble outside, but today he stayed at home obediently and didn't dare to go out.
After a while, Shang Sanlang finally spoke.
"How about we move to the house in Guihua Lane? It's the house that our great grandfather left to our third family. Although it's a little small, it's better than staying here and being controlled by others."
Having said that, no one seemed willing to do so except Sanlang's wife.
The reason is simple, moving is not a difficult task.
But how to survive on your own is a problem.
After all, the deeds to the shops that the third room had once been allocated had been spent or sold over the years, and there weren't many left.
All that can be left are the coffin books for the third old master and the third old lady.
Asking them to take out those things, firstly, they were unwilling to do so, and secondly, it would be a drop in the bucket and would be of no help.
They couldn't just live on Erlang's wife's dowry, so everyone kept silent.
Seeing that no one responded to her husband's suggestion, Sanlang's wife sighed, pulled Sanlang's sleeve, and signaled him to stop talking.
Anyway, it’s useless to say more and it’s easy to annoy people.
When Erlang's wife saw this, an idea came to her mind.
Instead of keeping the whole family together, it would be better to separate and live separately.
She has the support of her mother's family and she also has her own shop that can make money.
There is no problem in supporting three sons.
But if we add such a large group of people, it’s hard to say.
Sure enough, it is beneficial when we gather together, and it is also beneficial when we disperse.
However, it is not appropriate for her to say such things now. Otherwise, if outsiders knew about it, they would definitely make up all kinds of stories about her being unfilial.
After all, grandparents, father-in-law and mother-in-law are all there.
No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find a good excuse.
So, it fell into a pool of stagnant water again.
"You two can move by yourselves. I have lived in this Duke's Mansion for most of my life. Now I am buried up to my neck in the dirt. I don't want to go out and mess around."
It was the third old master who spoke, and his tone revealed a helpless stubbornness.
Even though he knew he was not welcome here, he was still reluctant to move away.
There are only two reasons.
One reason is that she doesn't want to be "driven" out of the house when she is old, like the fifth room, and become a stray dog.
The second reason is that he also wanted to enjoy more honors after his death.
If I stay in the Duke's Mansion, I can still have some dignity. If I move out, I am afraid I will only be able to live with a green lamp and a thin coffin.
He didn't want to.
Seeing this, Shang Sanlang had no choice but to give up and no longer mention the matter of moving out.
Compared to their distress and worries, the situation in Xiyuan is no less severe.
Ever since Shang Zhihe had his leg broken by Prince Fu, no one in this yard has smiled.
Prince Fu and his wife sent huge amounts of medicinal herbs here, but it could not ease the pain in their hearts.
On the day of the banquet, after seeing off Princess Yuehua, Madam Wei took Princess Fu to the West Garden.
When I saw Shang Zhi and Douzi fighting with beads of sweat rolling down their cheeks, my heart felt like sand, grinding at the same time.
Mrs. Shang has not been pregnant since she gave birth to her son.
Over the years, there have been illegitimate sons and daughters born in Prince Fu's Mansion, but none of them were raised.
Therefore, Prince Fu is the only heir in the entire palace, so naturally Prince Fu and his wife both protect him very much.
Although they were sorry, they were unwilling to let their son pay any price for it.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Therefore, Silang's wife was extremely angry, but there was no one in the house who could make a decision for her and her son.
She suddenly felt isolated and helpless.
In particular, the imperial physician came to take a close look and said that the condition could be cured so that the limp would no longer be noticeable, but this only worked when the patient was walking.
If you want to ride a horse, shoot arrows, run, jump, chase, etc., you won't be able to do that in the future.
This was equivalent to blocking half of Shang Zhihe's future, how could this not make Silang's wife die of anger? And the whole Xiyuan was also filled with sorrow.
Especially Mrs. Wei, on the left, there was the painful wailing of her grandson and the gnashing of teeth of her daughter-in-law, and on the right, there was the sincere apology of her daughter and son-in-law, but to no avail.
The torture from both ends, coupled with the fatigue accumulated from preparing for the birthday party, made her fall ill all of a sudden.
I never had any headaches before, but now I have severe headaches every day.
I drank bowl after bowl of tranquilizers, but they didn't help much.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I could only hear my grandson's wailing and his ruined future. I couldn't sleep well at all.
After just a few days of tossing and turning, the man has become pale and looks much older. At this moment, he looks like a man in his fifties.
"Ma'am, take the medicine."
Aunt Jiao whispered something in Madam Wei's ear, her eyes filled with worry and heartache.
With things developing to this point, no one would feel more pain than Mrs. Wei.
The Duke is a fussy person. He only expresses his sadness on the surface. Now he hides in his study all day long and refuses to go out to handle affairs.
Therefore, the huge burden still falls on Mrs. Wei.
Mrs. Wei coughed twice and felt very dizzy when she got up from the bed.
If it weren't for the support of Madam Jiao beside him, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to get up.
But no matter how difficult it is, you have to take medicine, otherwise if you don’t take good care of your body, how will you deal with these things in the future.
Mrs. Wei knew the situation clearly, so she used the medicine all at once.
He waited until the bowl of medicine was empty before taking deep gulps of air in an attempt to soothe his cough.
Aunt Jiao used her hands to calm her down behind her back, speaking as she did so.
"Don't worry, Madam. This illness is just a temporary breathing disorder. It will be cured after taking medicine for a few days."
After hearing this, Mrs. Wei also smiled bitterly.
"My disease will heal naturally, but Heer's legs will remain like this for the rest of his life. I can't bear this."
It was obvious that the grandson he had put a lot of effort into raising was much better than Shang Zhiping next door.
But I didn't expect that I would be defeated by my grandson.
(End of this chapter)