Chapter 83: Parents love their children and have far-reaching plans.
Fu wanted to speak but stopped, and finally fell silent.
Huang looked a little sad.
Maybe this is what being a parent is.
They always hope to give their children better conditions and protect their children's growth. After their children have achieved something, they deliberately avoid their own presence and only hope that their children will live happily.
They do not want to burden their children because of themselves.
Huang knew very well in his heart that it was not Fu who was moved by his words about supporting the family and kept silent, but his mention that in Yueyang, Hei Jiu and He Ya could read and write, which made Fu have to keep silent.
In this era, the scholar-peasant, industrial, and commercial classes were clearly differentiated, and knowledge was in the hands of hundreds of schools of thought, old clans, and aristocratic families.
There is little hope of moving from the bottom to the top.
In an era like this, your origin determines your life. Thousands of years of bloodline inheritance from nobles have already solidified your class.
This is also the reason why the old Qin people were warlike and fearless of death after Wei Yang's reform and establishment of a military merit title system.
The emergence of the military title system was like a beam of light, illuminating the dark world of thousands of common people and giving them a channel for advancement.
It was like injecting living water into a pool of stagnant water, bringing vitality to the bottom of Qin State.
It is precisely because of the solidification of class that ordinary people are more eager to study and become literate, and then change their destiny. In Fu's opinion, this has been the case for his whole life.
Even if he farmed until he died, nothing would happen, but Heijiu is still young and is now making a name for himself, which is a good thing.
However, the two brothers would have to live separately sooner or later. Huang could not take care of Heijiu for his whole life. Although Fu had not studied and did not understand any big principles, he knew that people still had to rely on themselves.
"Huang, you take Heijiu with you, and your wife and I will take Heya in Maditan." After a while, Fu made a decision in his mind.
The choice of response is not surprising.
In this era, men are more important than women, sons are more important than daughters, and daughters-in-law are more important than daughters.
As the saying goes, some good things, secret recipes, and techniques are often passed down from son to daughter, not from daughter to daughter, and from daughter-in-law to daughter-in-law.
Because if you pass it to your daughter-in-law, you are one of your own, but if you pass it to your daughter, it means you have passed it to your son-in-law, which is equivalent to leaking the secret recipe.
"Ah Weng, my house in Yueyang is big enough for my family to live in. I can just buy it after I get married and my brother gets married."
Huang continued to persuade: "Besides, I have errands to carry out, so I must be very busy, and Xiaojiu has no one to look after me."
"Moreover, I mean to ask He Ya to learn and read, and find a Qin official to marry in the future. Instead of being illiterate, I can just give it to others and farm the land for the rest of my life..."
"Since I am able to support my family, Aweng should not hesitate to rent the fields here in Maditan to the villagers."
a long time.
Fu nodded: "Okay."
"It's just that you and I don't know anything. We know how to farm. If we go to Yueyang, we have nothing to do. We will only become a burden to you."
Fu's face was still a little tangled. In his opinion, he could support himself and didn't intend to drag Huang down.
After taking a sip of water, Huang smiled bitterly: "Aweng, I must have something to do. As long as I want to do it, I will definitely not have time to spare."
"My son is in Yueyang and has purchased some properties. It will be clear when Aweng goes to Yueyang."
"What are you guys talking about? The food is ready, let's have a try." Xia brought the wooden plate and dishes one after another to the table.
Waiting for the chopsticks to be moved, Xia, Huang and others started eating one after another, and Heijiu and Heya also hurriedly started eating.
In this era, the meal-sharing system was emphasized, but only nobles and dignitaries practiced the meal-sharing system. It was good if the common people could have enough to eat.
The moonlight was very beautiful tonight, so Huang made an exception and drank a few cups of home-brewed fruit wine with Fu. The taste was sour, the wine was turbid, and there were wine stains, like ants.
The color is green, and people nowadays also call it green ants. This is a wine that only the poorest people drink.
Huang was very picky, but today was the first time he and Fu drank, and he drank a lot.
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The next day.
Fu began to deal with the chores at home, leaving the fields, courtyards, etc. to Li Zheng to take care of, while Xia packed some luggage at home.
Huang took Heya and Heijiu to walk through the streets and play by the stream. The happy time was always short, and it would be dark in a blink of an eye.
During the day, Aratori was buying some meat and fabrics. At night, the bonfire was lit, and the women of Maditan began to pack the dishes, while the men boasted around the bonfire.
Huang sent the fabrics to every home, which was considered a small gesture. After living together for many years, the neighbors still have a lot of affection for each other.
He knew that after leaving this time, the chances of coming back to Maditan were very few.
His ancestral home is not here.
Of course, with his current status, he could definitely establish his own branch, but Huang didn't have the intention. Even if he could establish his own branch, he wouldn't choose Ma Ditan.
Is it possible that from now on people in the world will call him Ma Huang?
Wait until one day, scholars all over the world will call him pockmarked?
Until Huang was so powerful that everyone in the world knew it, and the Emperor of Zhou granted him a surname, or he had the prestige and status to establish a surname, he would not establish his own branch.
Although everyone knows that he currently belongs to the only branch.
In fact, Huang knew clearly that he had a family name, but he just didn't mention it. He kept saying he didn't have it, and he just pretended that he didn't. Anyway, this was more to his liking.
He once listened to Fu and claimed to be Ning Fu.
Obviously, logically speaking, their branch should belong to the Ning family. According to the tradition of this era, his name is Ning Huang.
Black Jiu is called Ning Jiu.
They don't have a surname, so Heya is still Heya and cannot be named as a surname.
Men are called surnames, and women are given surnames. Sons are not called surnames and are named after the son. The emperor has no surname and no surname, so he is named after the emperor.
Just like the First Emperor.
When he was young, he should be called Gongzizheng. After entering the Qin Dynasty and being enthroned as a prince, he would be called Taizizheng. When he succeeded to the throne as King of Qin, he would be called Qin Wangzheng. That is, the emperor's position should be called Shihuangzheng.
There are some ways to call him Ying Zheng, but if he calls him Zhao Zheng, he is humiliating the other person and does not recognize his bloodline or identity. This is more serious than insulting someone in person.
Obviously, Fu is a man with a story. But Huang is no longer a child and has no intention of exploring Fu's secrets.
Everyone has secrets in their hearts that they cannot tell, and they also have their own secrets. Only by keeping some distance can we get along more harmoniously.
The folks in Maditan all know that the Huang family is leaving. They have known each other for many years, and they may not have a chance to see each other again next time.
Next to the bonfire, the atmosphere was warm, and the girl's singing was heard. After a while, the sound became louder and louder, and more people participated.
While they were waiting, the family members who had children offered toasts, although they didn't mention anything else, but everything was kept silent.
After the five flavors of food and three rounds of wine were coming to an end, Huang also made a promise that any young man or woman from Maditan who wanted to go out and make a living could come to him.
For a time, the atmosphere became more lively.
For this promise, there is no pressure. The expansion of the Sun Chamber of Commerce will inevitably require manpower, who can pull everything together.
It would also be a good thing if one or two talented people appear, who can help him share the workload.