Chapter 465 This marriage is quite satisfactory
On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, we arrived in Huayin County at noon.
There was no snow, but there were piles of swept snow on both sides of the road. The sun was not warm and the wind was so cold that it cut my face like a knife.
"Village chief, do you and grandma want to go back to visit our family?" Su Ying saw that Old Man Yang's face was flushed and his eyes were excited.
"No!" Old man Yang's lips trembled and his words were insincere.
The closer I am to home, the more I feel homesick. The closer I am to home, the less I want to leave.
I left home when I was young and returned when I was old, but my accent has not changed but my hair has turned gray!
"Sir Hu, today is Laba Festival. Let's rest here for a while and leave after the Laba Festival!" Su Ying said to Fuwang.
After checking into the Fulong Inn, Su Ying took out the gifts she had prepared.
"Village Chief, this is a festival gift, take it with you! Second Aunt, Dabao, Xiaobao, the two aunts, go take a look together!"
"Thank you!" Old man Yang did not refuse. He owed the Su family too many favors, so this one time wouldn't make a big difference.
He got on a horse-drawn carriage and returned to his family in Hongnong with a cart full of gifts.
When we arrived at Yangjia Village, the children playing on the roadside watched two horse-drawn carriages and an ox-drawn cart enter the village, all looking at them curiously from afar.
Old man Yang got out of the car and stood on the land that once belonged to him. He looked at the familiar village road, the large courtyard in the village, and the many low thatched houses that had popped up.
The village is much larger than it was twenty years ago, so the Yang family must be very prosperous.
"Who are you? Who are you looking for?" A child asked boldly when he saw that it was a strange old man.
"I am Yang Shoudao, and I am back to visit my family." Old man Yang trembled for a long time and said in a dry voice.
"Are you from the Shou generation?" The child turned to look at a certain boy, "Yang Shoujin, you are of the same generation as this old man!"
The boy named Yang Shoujin was six or seven years old, with a dirty face, tattered clothes, and frostbite on his hands and feet. He stared blankly at Old Man Yang without saying a word.
In large families, it is common for children to be young and have a high generation.
Old man Yang smiled and knew from their clothes that these were children from side branches or illegitimate branches.
Not everyone in the aristocratic family lives a good life.
The legitimate branch of the family enjoys support from the entire family, while the side branches and concubine branches are exploited by the legitimate branch like the poor.
However, the elders of the clan will select the ones with good qualifications from all the children for training, and use all the family resources to support them, so that they can grow into big trees and safeguard the prosperity of the family.
"Who is the head of the family now?" asked Old Man Yang.
"Yang Deye! Do you know him?" the child asked while sniffing.
"I recognize him! My third uncle!" Old man Yang's heart started pounding when he heard that his old friend was still alive.
The letter sent to Hu Zi and the others looking for their relatives was actually sent to this uncle.
But Hu Zi and his friends didn't find him. They said he had returned to Hongnong twenty years ago. They didn't expect him to be still alive.
The child led Old Man Yang to the front of the big house.
A child knocked on the door and said, "Chief, someone is looking for you!"
The door creaked open, and the concierge shouted, "What are you doing? Go away! Go to the ancestral hall to get your Laba porridge."
"Someone is looking for the patriarch!" the children shouted.
"Who is it?" The doorman looked up and saw an old man.
He was wearing an indigo-blue cotton coat made of fine gauze and looked like a man from a wealthy family.
"Excuse me, sir, who are you and what do you want to see the master of the house for?" The doorman was quite polite.
"I am Yang Shoudao from the Hongnong Yang family. Please inform my third uncle that Yang Shoudao has come to pay a special visit!" Yang Shoudao said with a bow.
"Please wait a moment!" The doorman hurried in to report.
"Wulang, Wulang! Is it really you?" A white-haired old man walked out of the mansion, leaning on a cane and trembling.
"Uncle San! It's me, Wulang, who's back!" Old man Yang took a few steps forward and supported Uncle San.
The uncle hugged Old Man Yang and cried excitedly, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"
Seeing Gao Shi, who also had white hair behind him, he asked, "Wu Lang's wife?"
"Hello, Third Uncle!" Gao's eyes were red as she bowed as a junior.
"That's great, that's great! You are all alive!" Uncle San kept wiping his tears.
After Yang Su's death, the dispute between uncle and nephew damaged the foundation of the Yang family. Many of his sons and nephews were killed, which led to the family's inability to recover in recent years.
"Is this Chunhua?" After sitting down, Uncle San looked at Yang Chunhua, who was slightly plump and as beautiful as a peach blossom, and asked.
"Greetings, Third Uncle!" Yang Chunhua hurriedly stood up and saluted.
"Great, great! Chunhua still looks like a child!" Uncle San was happy.
Then he looked at Madam Wang and Madam Pei Wu, who looked completely different. He asked Old Man Yang in confusion, "Who are these two ladies..."
"This is Dalang's wife and Erlang's wife!" Old man Yang introduced them hurriedly.
The two sisters-in-law also stood up and saluted, "Greetings, Third Uncle!"
Uncle San was overjoyed. "All of our Yang family nephews were exiled, and it's great that you've returned! It's great to be alive and see you again!"
"Mother, mother!" When the brother and sister held by their wet nurse saw Yang Chunhua stand up, they fluttered and asked for a hug.
"These are, these are twins, a boy and a girl?" Uncle San looked at the two delicate little babies.
She shares the same face with Yang Chunhua, but has a different hairstyle.
"Yes!" Yang Chunhua held Dabao in her arms.
"Where are my brothers Sanlang and Silang? Why aren't we here?" Uncle San only then remembered that several people were missing.
In Yang Shoudao's family, there are twins in every generation.
"They, they couldn't survive..." Old man Yang couldn't continue.
The atmosphere became awkward.
"Master, where should we put these gifts?" The servants unloaded the gifts from the ox cart and carried them in.
"Wulang, what do you mean? It's not easy to come back alive, what gifts do you bring?" Uncle San's tone was distressed and blaming.
Looking at the boxes and the tightly bundled objects, I had no idea what they were.
"It's just a small token of my appreciation, not a token of my respect!" Old Man Yang said respectfully.
In fact, he didn't even know what the etiquette was. He believed that Su Ying was reliable.
Uncle San took the gift list, looked at the details, and asked in surprise, "Shoudao, where did you get these gifts?"
The gift list read: ten kilograms of tea oil, ten kilograms of honey, ten kilograms of vermicelli, ten kilograms of brown sugar, one kilogram of rock sugar, one piece of Lingnan brocade, five kilograms of white folded rice, and fifty kilograms of fresh sugarcane.
Each of these items is extraordinary, and the ones at the end are even more so, not even the nobles have them!
It has been widely rumored in Beijing recently that white diezi can be used to make cotton clothes and quilts, which are great for keeping out the cold.
The emperor rewarded several important officials with cotton-padded clothes, which everyone envied.
This caused many merchants to go to Gaochang in the Western Regions to trade Baidiezi.
Who would have thought that this cousin who had been exiled to Lingnan for many years would spend five kilograms!
There are also Lingnan brocade, sugarcane, and rock sugar, which are all treasures that cannot be bought even with money!
"Thanks to Master Su, the maker of Lingnan brocade, I was lucky enough to get some!" Old man Yang had a bright face and pretended to be humble.
"Master Xiao Su? Is that the female official?" Uncle San stood up.
"That's right! Chunhua's remarried husband, Su Buqing, the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Works, is Lord Su's second uncle!" Old man Yang explained.
"So that's it! So that's it!" Uncle San suddenly realized.
Logically, the Hongnong Yang family looked down on the poor family like the Su family, but the old man Yang and his family were exiled, and now they have returned to Chang'an thanks to the Su family.
This marriage is quite satisfactory!
When he learned that Hu Zi and his children were fostered in the mansion of the Duke of Yixing, Uncle San was overjoyed.
He asked with concern, "Wu Lang, do you want to settle down in Chang'an this time, or return to your hometown to live permanently?"
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