After a while, Han Wenzheng's crying gradually stopped, and he finally calmed down.
He Youyou walked up to him.
"Ah Li, you hid the tombstone to conceal the location of your mother's grave?"
Han Wenzheng nodded slowly.
“After my birth mother passed away, I buried these things next to her. But I was afraid that others would covet her inheritance and might suddenly remember her and want to dig up the grave. So I hid the tombstone and didn’t weed the grave. I just pretended it was a deserted grave. It’s in a remote place and hard to find. I hope this grave will not be discovered.”
He Youyou thought to herself, "This child is quite shrewd."
"So, what do you plan to do with these things after you dug them up?"
Hearing her question, Han Wenzheng raised his head and looked directly at her solemnly: "Mother, I used to be all alone and helpless. Keeping these things around only brought misfortune. Now, I finally have a home..."
Not only did he have a home now, but even his birth mother found a place to rest in peace.
He Youyou understood what he meant.
"Alright, then take it back. Think about what to do with it when you get home. Either you can put it in the storeroom at home, register it, and put it in your name, so you can take it when you need it in the future. Or you can deposit it in a bank, pawn the jewelry and other items, and exchange everything for banknotes. I'll have someone build you a secure safe, and you can keep it safe yourself."
Han Wenzheng shook his head after hearing this.
“Mother, I want to give you these things.”
He Youyou was stunned: "Silly child, how could I be greedy for such a small thing from you? You have a long life ahead of you, and you'll have plenty of opportunities to use money in the future. Keep it for yourself."
“Mother, what you have given me far exceeds the weight of these things. I could never repay you even if I were to serve you like a slave for the rest of my life. If you do not accept this, I… will never be able to let go of this burden.”
He Youyou was puzzled.
You'd think this kid's going through a rebellious phase... He's usually so gentle and well-behaved.
You might say he hasn't reached his rebellious phase yet, but sometimes when he gets stubborn, it really leaves you helpless.
"Okay, I'll keep it for now."
He Youyou is a very efficient person, and she would never do something that wastes time by dragging things out.
Seeing that Han Wenzheng insisted, they simply accepted the gifts.
Anyway, I'll have plenty of excuses to return these things later.
In the future, he will eventually settle down and start a family; there will be plenty of opportunities.
Han Wenzheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she agreed to accept it.
However, as soon as He Youyou reached out to catch it, she immediately sensed something was wrong.
This thing is really heavy...
"Mother, let me carry it." Han Wenzheng saw her arm suddenly sink and knew why, so he quickly used his strength to pull it back.
"OK."
He Youyou did not refuse.
She had just ruined her legs and didn't want to ruin her arms too.
With one hand holding the box and the other wielding a hoe, Han Wenzheng quickly filled the hole back in.
I stepped on it a few times to compact the pit.
He Youyou: Ah, my son is a strong man now.
“Old Qian, go find a feng shui master and have him walk around the Han family’s ancestral graves to see which place is suitable. Then pick an auspicious day to get the graves moved.”
"Yes, Madam, rest assured, I will go and look for it tomorrow."
"Also, arrange the things needed to furnish the small ancestral hall."
"Alright, please rest assured. I will let the young master see the furnishings and style of the ancestral hall first."
"Hmm, very good. Old Qian is always reliable." He Youyou praised.
After the tomb sweeping was completed, to avoid people discovering that there was a cemetery there, they put away the offerings and incense, and buried the ashes of the paper money lightly with soil.
That afternoon, the whole family drove back to the Han family's old house.
The old house still has many servants who take care of the daily cleaning and tidying. Knowing that they were coming back, they had already cleaned all the houses in advance.
Han Wenzheng still lives in the same room he used to live in.
He Youyou hesitated for a moment, but still returned to her room.
She put the box of gold that Ahri gave her into her spatial storage and temporarily locked it in a safe.
After spending the night in the old house, we ate breakfast early the next morning and then prepared to go to the ancestral graves to sweep the tombs.
Since it's an ancestral graveyard, there's more than one grave.
Steward Qian led a group of servants, some carrying, some shouldering, and they marched forward in a grand procession.
Because the ancestral graves were not far from the Han family's residence, He Youyou did not take a carriage.
In the depths of spring, with the grass and trees turning a vibrant green, strolling and appreciating the spring scenery is a truly delightful experience.
Led by Butler Qian, He Youyou arrived at the ancestral gravesite.
It is a gently sloping area nestled against a mountain.
The cemetery was surrounded by blooming apricot blossoms.
Red apricots bloom in the deep spring, heavy with morning dew; what a delightful scene of spring!
As they approached, they saw two figures standing among the graves.
Butler Qian secretly covered his face: Master, Lord, Ancestor...
With no obstruction and nowhere to hide, Butler Qian could only watch helplessly as He Youyou approached the two men.
"Zhao Changqing?" He Youyou exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
It was Zhao Changqing and the Left Guard.
"Hanzhang." Upon hearing this, Zhao Changqing turned his head, lowered his brows, and corrected her.
"Oh, Hanzhang, what brings you here?"
Butler Qian: Master, what brings you here again?
"Today is Qingming Festival, a holiday, and I have come to pay my respects to... Si Lang... and the ancestors of the Han family."
He Youyou: Your idea is quite refreshing and unconventional... You don't go back to your own home to worship your ancestors during the holidays, but you think about worshipping other people's ancestors. What kind of spirit is this?
But since they've already come, it's all out of good intentions.
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