When the Song clan heard about it, the mountain gate of the manor was busy with traffic and people. When Mrs. Anguo was young, she had many admirers in the empire. Many of them later became a powerful force, and their influence has always maintained a good relationship with the Song clan. Mrs. Anguo's life
Legend has it that, especially in his twilight years, he single-handedly supported the Song Dynasty clan and worked hard to seek change. His methods were lenient and gentle, and he showed great wisdom and won the respect of everyone.
In recent years, as Zhang Boqian has been promoted to the throne of heaven with extremely strong strength, the Song Dynasty has been in a state of turmoil. It is admirable for Mrs. An Guogong to support her alone in this situation. Even Zhang Boqian has hinted intentionally or unintentionally that as long as An Guogong
The lady was still here, so she had no intention of dismantling the Song Dynasty.
The Song Dynasty was rich but not powerful. It had many rare resources and started as a businessman. There were not many industries that really relied on unique and superior technologies, so it was the best target for carving up.
But for an entity like Ningyuan Heavy Industry, which has technological advantages and whose success or failure depends on Song Zining, it is difficult to take action. Even if Ningyuan Heavy Industry is snatched, if Song Zining lets it go, Ningyuan Heavy Industry will change from a cornucopia to a gold sales den.
What's the use?
Resources are different. To put it bluntly, what kind of technical content can mining have? Just send some slaves to mine. It doesn't matter if they die. The gap in most mineral mining technology can be filled with human lives. So the mine
The masters just sit there and collect money. Real money comes easily.
The Song clan is rich in oil and water and easy to digest. Who doesn't want to take a stab at it? Even those allies who support her are not necessarily completely unmoved in the face of such benefits.
Surrounded by a pack of wolves, the old lady has persevered all the way to this day, which makes her even more respected. Unfortunately, the Song clan has no successors, and many of its descendants are dishonest, but they have no self-awareness. Everyone thinks that they have the talent to manage the world.
, sitting on a large amount of resources, they can split the earth and make a prince at any time. But they don't know that the windless and rainless sky above their heads is the shade of Mrs. Anguo.
Mrs. An Guo passed away, and celebrities from all over the empire gathered to pay their respects. Basically, people from all the powerful families came here. Regardless of whether they were friends or foes, most people had respect for the old lady. And only the real enemies knew about it.
, the calm situation on the surface of Song Vale is not easy to come by.
A prince, two princes and a princess came to the imperial family. Empress Li also sent her confidant, the chief steward, who paid great attention to them.
Among all the families, only Qingyang King Zhang Boqian said nothing and did not send anyone.
This actually shows quite a bit of respect. If it had been anyone else, King Qingyang would have already come to the door as soon as the white flags were raised at the gate of the Song Dynasty.
The mourning hall is located in the old lady's favorite lotus building. This courtyard was originally quiet. Although it occupies a large area, there are not many buildings. There are not even many servants in it. How can it accommodate so many guests? Fortunately, the Song family
There was nothing else but someone who had money, threw down a large basket of gold coins, temporarily built many guest rooms, and crammed all the guests who were not the most important ones into them, and then they reluctantly stayed.
Suddenly, the outside of the courtyard and even half of the mountain were filled with houses, and they were barely settled.
According to imperial regulations, Mrs. Anguo will remain in mourning for seven or forty-nine days and then be buried. The first few days are the busiest, and it will not be until seven days later, when the peak of foreign guests paying tribute has passed, that the Song clan has time to sit down and discuss important matters.
At this time, the house in the courtyard was tense, and all the elders could only huddle in a side hall to discuss matters. Everyone was so tired that they were dizzy, but no one cared.
Song Zhongnian sat down as usual, glanced at everyone in the hall, and said: "Now the matter is urgent. We, the Song Dynasty, are in a precarious situation. If you have any ideas, why not tell us directly."
The next person said: "A snake can't survive without a head. When our ancestors were still alive, she always decided major issues in the clan. Now that our ancestors have passed away, the big thing in front of us is, of course, to choose a new head of the family to establish a new style for our Song family in Gaoling.
Develop the family business to comfort the ancestors."
This is very interesting. When an ancestor passes away, the valve owner must be changed? Which valve family has such a rule?
Song Zhongnian's eyelids twitched. He looked towards the speaker and saw that it was Song Xiuwen. This person had never had much background skills, but he liked to speak in the presbytery. The first one to jump out this time was obviously someone behind his back.
Song Zhongnian said slowly: "Before our ancestors left, they did not say anything about changing the head of the family. Moreover, the head of the family was never chosen by the elders. Xiu Wen, are you trying to get a Supreme Elder?"
Song Xiuwen was really not polite and said: "If you are willing to recommend me Zhongnian, I have been working hard for the Song clan for these years, and I have worked hard without any credit. It is still difficult for a supreme elder to do so."
Seeing that Song Xiuwen even omitted the verbal title of the clan leader, Song Zhongnian's face suddenly darkened and he said coldly: "The Supreme Elder must have both ability and political integrity. Xiuwen, your virtue, has long been a public opinion. As for the word talent, your cultivation
No matter what, you should be aware of it. If we go outside, I, the majestic elder of the Song Dynasty, can't even defeat a young man in his early twenties, which would be a joke!"
Song Xiuwen's face turned red, he slapped the table and stood up, saying angrily: "What do you mean? Stop showing off your authority as the head of the family! Tell me, is there any young man in his early twenties who can beat me?"
"Zhao Jundu."
Song Xiuwen was suffocated. After a moment, his face was filled with blood, and he said: "Of course this doesn't count. He...how many resources does he have on him? If I had so many resources back then, maybe I wouldn't be inferior to him."
These words made all the elders feel embarrassed. Zhao Jundu was invincible at the same level, which had long been recognized by the empire. Even if Song Xiuwen was at the same level as him and no matter how thick-skinned he was, he wouldn't dare to say that he could fight with Zhao Jundu. What's more, Song Xiuwen's cultivation level was even higher at this time.
All are different.
As for geniuses who are created by using resources, that kind of talent is not called genius at all. This is Song Xiuwen's strong words.
Song Zhongnian refused to let him go down the steps, and sneered: "There are many guests outside now, Xiu Wen. You might as well talk to them and ask them to comment."
Song Xiuwen was furious, "Song Zhongnian, what do you mean? If you want to target me, Song Xiuwen, just say it directly, don't beat around the bush like this!"
Song Zhongnian said calmly: "You alone are worthy of my targeting? With someone like you in the Presbyterian Church, I, the Song family, would have been embarrassed a long time ago."
Song Xiuwen was about to say more, but Song Zhongnian suddenly shouted: "Sit down!"
A force of force rolled in, making Song Xiuwen dizzy. He slumped back in the chair, his blood and blood surged for a moment, and he was speechless.
After suppressing Song Xiuwen, Song Zhongnian looked at the elders and said coldly: "As long as I am the head of the family, I have the authority to act. I will put the ugly words first. Who dares to rely on outsiders to separate the family?
, then I will remove that branch from the family tree!"
One sentence immediately stirred up a thousand waves, and many people shouted: "They are all of Song family blood, why do you want to get rid of them!"
"That is, can you remove the name and bloodline?"
Song Zhongnian and others made a fuss for a while, and then said: "It's not like you want to separate the family, why are you so excited?"
The few people who jumped out realized that they had made a mistake and sat down angrily.
Song Zhongnian said again: "It seems that many people want to change the head of the family?"
Most of the elders nodded.
Song Zhongnian was disheartened for a moment and said slowly: "I know that I am not talented enough to cope with the current situation. I feel uneasy if I sit down in this position again. But..."
His eyes turned cold, he glanced at the many elders, and said: "If anyone wants to use the position of the head of the family to divide the Song clan, then don't blame me for being rude!"
After all, Song Zhongnian's prestige was still there, and the elders suddenly felt shocked and quietly put away many small calculations. It was easier for the head of the imperial family, not only family affairs, but also state affairs. The empire may not interfere in the internal affairs of the family, but it symbolizes the title of the family head.
As a rule, the succession must be reported to the imperial capital, and the appointment shall be approved by the imperial family.
If Song Zhongnian is unwilling to voluntarily remove his title, it will be a difficult matter. It is unlikely that Mrs. Anguo will be newly mourned, and the Song clan will follow the clan leader to death, right? If the elders here are really so bold and evil-hearted, what will happen within the Song clan?
It won't be as muddy as this.
Song Zhongnian saw that the elders finally calmed down a bit, and said: "Now that the clan is facing a crisis, it is time to work together as a team. Now that it is rare for Zining to come back, let him also participate in the discussion."
As soon as this statement came out, the reaction immediately became more intense.
"Hasn't Xiao Qi left the Song clan? Strictly speaking, he is no longer a member of the Song clan, right?"
Song Zhongnian glanced at the man and said, "Didn't you just say that even removing names from the family tree can't eliminate the blood connection?"
The elder was choked and was speechless. Another person said: "Xiaoqi is good at everything, but he is too flirtatious and lustful and acts casually. After a few more years of experience, he might become a great person.
Wouldn't it be better to recruit him back then?"
This person had a sinister intention and bullied Song Zining, who was younger and had a reputation for being romantic.
Song Zhongnian said calmly: "You have two more concubines this year, and three more illegitimate children. Why don't you blame others for such a lustful thing?"
"Zi Ning is young after all, and there is a gap in his seniority. The elders are primarily virtuous and respected people. How can Zi Ning convince everyone?"
The one who spoke was Song Zhongcheng. He was Song Zhongnian's brother. Song Zhongnian didn't want to make him stand down and gave him a cold look. Song Zhongcheng was quite restrained today. He looked at Song Zhongnian and said nothing. But there was another person beside him.
An elder shouted.
There was a quarrel in the presbytery, but Song Zining knelt down in the mourning hall, facing the portrait of Mrs. An Guogong, without saying a word.
A maid walked over lightly and said: "Seventh Young Master, you haven't eaten for three days. If you continue like this, your health will be bad. Why don't you go get something to eat?"
Song Zining waved his hand gently, indicating that it was not necessary.
The maid was a little anxious and said: "Even if our ancestors are still here, they will be heartbroken when they see you like this."
Song Zining looked up, his eyes a little dazed, and said softly: "Ah, our ancestor is no longer here..."
The maid suddenly became frightened and said: "Seventh Young Master, you, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine, I'm just thinking about the past and I'm a little distracted. You can go down and don't worry about me. I'll sit here for a few more days and it's time to leave."
The maid whispered, "You can't leave! Young Master doesn't know that many people are looking forward to you taking over as the head of the family!"
Song Zining sighed softly and simply said: "You don't understand."
The previous sentence was too much, so the maid couldn't say any more, so she bit her lower lip and backed out. At the entrance of the mourning hall, the maids in front of Mrs. An Guo were guarding, and they were talking softly: "It's only been seven days.
There will be no one at night.”
"That's right, only the Seventh Young Master is guarding him. It seems that our ancestors did not hurt him in vain."
"Humph, those people are busy dividing their families, how can they have the time to grieve?"
"Shhh, keep your voice down, let people listen, you may get beaten!" In the past few days, people in Lianxin Xiaozhu have a lot of things to do and a lot of troubles. These servants are inevitably yelled at and scolded, and the nobles are pushed away when their tempers rise.
There were also some kicks and beatings.
The maid's eyes suddenly turned red, "If our ancestors were still here, who would dare to do this to us?"
In the mourning hall, Song Zining still couldn't kneel down. He looked up at the portrait of Mrs. Anguo and said slowly: "Ancestor, you have foreseen today's situation, so you left only a few words, right? Today's Song clan,
Have you been disappointed to this extent? What do you want me to do, and what should I do?"
At this time, an attendant came over and said softly: "Seventh Young Master, the master of the family has ordered you to attend the meeting of elders."
"I want to keep vigil for my ancestors and I won't go anywhere."
The attendant didn't expect that Song Zining would refuse, and he was immediately at a loss.