At this moment, Old Man Zhao was talking to Zhao Dashu. He simply said that he was dying and wanted all his children and grandchildren to be around him, but he was still missing one. He asked Zhao Dashu to think of a way to let him see Ruxin for the last time.
Zhao Dashu was speechless. The old man never forgot to help his elder brother until his death, and never forgot to cause trouble for him.
"Dad, I don't know the Qian family. I'm just Ruxin's third uncle. Let's do this. Let my eldest brother take my mule cart to the Qian family and talk to them. I'm sure that Madam Qian will understand your longing for your granddaughter and let Ruxin come home."
"you?"
"It's settled. I'll make the arrangements right now. Dad, you take a rest. Maybe you'll be able to see Ruxin when you wake up tomorrow."
"Third brother, you are worried about your eldest brother..."
"Don't worry, Dad. Doesn't my eldest brother have close ties with the Qian family? He's the best."
Old man Zhao couldn't even raise his hands, and he couldn't even shout louder to ask for help the next day. He had to watch his third son go out to look for his eldest son and go to the Qian family in the middle of the night to ask for someone.
He closed his weathered old eyes. Even though he was about to meet his ancestors, the tree was still unwilling to help the boss even a little bit.
I can’t count on you anymore. Boss, you can’t count on anyone from now on!
When Zhao Dawen was pulled onto the mule cart, he was still confused. No, why did Dad suddenly want to see Ruxin? However, Wang, who was resting in the room, was very concerned and moved when she knew about it. She also got on the mule cart. How could she be left out to take her daughter home?
The old man did a good thing at the last minute. There is no better excuse than this.
When he arrived at the Qian family, Zhao Dawen instinctively wanted to retreat when he saw the people standing at the door. The family was busy with a funeral and had no time to receive them.
The doorman knew Zhao Dawen and also knew that his daughter was also a concubine in the harem, so he looked down on him.
"Mr. Zhao, are you... coming here to pay homage to our master? But our master..."
"Yes, I heard that Mr. Qian unfortunately passed away due to illness..."
"No," Wang interrupted Zhao Dawen directly, "We want to meet Madam Qian. The old man at home is about to die, and before he leaves, he wants to see Ruxin. I wonder..."
The doorman understood, and when he came to pick up his daughter, he told her that their grandfather had been buried the day before, so why were they here to pay tribute?
Even the old man of the Zhao family is unwilling to do so at this critical moment? I don’t know whether it’s true or not? Did he want to find an excuse to take his daughter back after knowing that the master had been buried?
"Please wait a moment. I will report back to the Madam." He could not make the decision on this matter by himself. If it was the family of other concubines, he would definitely drive them away directly. But the one in front of him was different. After all, he was a scholar and had caught the master's eye.
Old Madam Qian was exhausted after several days of hard work and was now lying on the bed to rest.
"Zhao Ruxin's grandfather is dead? Is this true or false?" The nanny thought it was too much of a coincidence.
"He shouldn't dare to cheat us about this. Send someone to call Zhao Ruxin over." After the burial, all the people who ate and lived went to the Buddhist temple to chant sutras and pray for Mr. Qian's soul to be reborn.
A moment later, Zhao Ruxin, dressed in plain clothes without any jewelry on her body, knelt in front of Old Madam Qian, not daring to look up. She had been tortured badly recently, and she was really afraid of her.
"Get up, your parents are waiting for you at the door. They said your grandfather has passed away, so you should go home and show your filial piety. Here are fifty taels of silver, which is your severance pay and also your hard work in serving the master these days. Once you step out of this door, you don't have to come back again."
The people below handed Zhao Ruxin a purse. Fifty taels of silver still felt heavy in her hand.
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