Chapter 133 Interests are currently annoying relatives
After coming out of the Qiyun Hall, Dao Chi wiped a handful on his forehead. He turned to look at Huang Jin and saw that Huang Jin was doing the same thing. The two couldn't help but smile at each other.
Dao Chi was thinking about the Wang Clan. He wondered if the Wang Clan knew the true cause of the death of the second princess. If he knew and was willing to marry into the palace, then Mr. Wang would really be a character.
In this way, it will not only bring the relationship between the Wang family and the palace closer, but also eliminate the grudge in the prince's heart, which is a good thing for the Wang family.
If you don't know, I can only say that you are too indifferent.
The news in the palace can be hidden from the Wang family, but not from Mrs. Wang.
Her ten-year-old daughter died from a bee sting while protecting her younger brother. Not to mention they were just half-brothers, even if the prince came from the womb of Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Wang might not be able to face it calmly.
But the prince was only a six-year-old child at the time, so how could he hate and complain? He had been staying behind closed doors for these years, and I wonder if he was also escaping.
When she has no way to express her grievances, the one she should be most willing to confide in is her natal family. If she even hides this from her natal family, it means that the relationship between Mrs. Wang and her natal family is not as close as it seems.
To the north of Qiyun Hall is Qingyun Gate, and Mrs. Wang’s coffin is parked in the side hall of Qingyun Hall.
When the Taoist idiot followed Huang Jin into the Qingyun Palace, his eyes turned white. A mourning hall had been set up in the room, and an ebony coffin was placed on the mourning hall.
Wang Qi was kneeling there in plain clothes, and Wang Zhen and Wang Liulang were also there, both of them standing beside her in unison, sometimes giving Wang Qi a few words of advice.
Wang Qi is as expressionless as a wooden sculpture.
Dao Chi met Wang Zhen and others. He knelt down beside Wang Qi. He first saluted the coffin and then stood up and stepped aside. He asked Wang Zhen in a low voice: "Uncle and uncle, have they gone back?"
Wang Zhen nodded and said: "The old man feels uncomfortable. My father is not in good health, so he went back at noon."
The Taoist idiot did not persuade Wang Qi to get up. The separation of life and death cannot be solved in a few words. In Wang Qi's eyes, Mrs. Wang plays the role of mother. The two aunts and nephews share the same love as mother and son.
He had to calm down on his own from this intensity.
"How do you deal with funeral arrangements in the palace?" Dao Chi asked in a low voice.
Mrs. Wang's natal family has no outsiders here today. This is because of the first mourning. Most of the people outside are waiting for arrangements from the palace before they can start inviting people in to pay their respects.
Mrs. Wang is only a concubine, but she is a second-grade lady. In the Anlu world, except for the princess and Mrs. Wu, there is no one with a higher rank than her. In addition to local civil and military officials who need to go to the palace to pay tribute, local officials also have to come to pay tribute.
bye.
However, there is still the Princess above, and people outside have no idea what to do about Mrs. Wang’s future affairs. No one will act rashly until they find out clearly. In this way, they will end up pleasing the Wang family, but offend the Princess instead, which means the gain outweighs the loss.
Wang Zhendao: "My aunt left a will, saying that it was a simple funeral and not to delay everyone's New Year celebrations...but the princess and His Highness refused. Finally, they discussed with their grandfather and decided that it would be more comfortable to hold the funeral for eleven days before the funeral.
Achieve great things before the end of the year.”
For simple mourning, the funeral will be held on the third day. On the eleventh day of the mourning period, the three major days of "receiving three", "first seven" and "funeral" can allow people from outside to pay tribute.
Although Dao Chi didn't say anything to persuade Wang Qi, he would try to accompany him as much as possible.
It was not until the day of "Jie San" that Wang Qi's spirit became more relaxed, and she followed the prince to entertain the local officials and gentry who came to the palace to pay tribute.
But Wang Qi, who was laughing and joking, was gone. He seemed to have matured all of a sudden.
The last bits of fat on his body have also lost weight during the days of serving as a vigilante, and he looks like a handsome young man no matter how he looks.
On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, there was a funeral in the palace, and Mrs. Wang's coffin was sent to King Xing's tomb. She was a concubine, not his wife, and was not qualified to be buried with King Xing, so she was buried in King Xing's tomb.
The funeral procession dispersed after entering the city.
Wang Qi did not go back to the clan house, but took Dao Chi and said, "Erlang, come with me to find a quiet place to stay for a while."
Seeing his miserable expression, Dao Chi couldn't bear it, so he sent Jingzhe back to report the news to Wang Ning, while he went out with Wang Qi.
Although Xishan Temple is a secluded place, it was getting dark now and it was not the time to go out of the city. Dao Chi looked for a clean inn, asked for a room, took Wang Qi there directly, and sent Li Qiu to buy a meal.
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After a long day, he was really hungry.
Wang Qi had no appetite and was counting the rice with her rice bowl. Dao Chi ate two bowls of rice with a dish of roasted mushrooms and a dish of lotus rice and water shield.
Wang Qi felt her stomach was empty after being led by him, and she no longer felt as reluctant as before.
After finishing the meal, Dao Chi lay on the bed with a big character, his eyelids were a little heavy.
Seeing his lazy look, Wang Qi said angrily: "Erlang, are there any people like you who can accompany others? You just lean on your side when eating without making a sound."
"Squeak." Dao Chi raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and then closed his eyes to rest.
Wang Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She pulled Dao Chi's legs hard and said, "Hurry up and make room for my brother."
Dao Chi moved inside, and Wang Qi lay down next to the bed.
This time, Mrs. Wang's funeral was in a hurry. She couldn't rest for more than ten days. Tao Chi, a handyman, felt extremely tired, let alone Wang Qi.
Wang Qi lay down next to the bed and exhaled comfortably, really wanting to fall asleep right there.
However, he still had something on his mind. After a while, Wang Qi still said: "Erlang, there is one thing that I really can't make up my mind about. Erlang helps me think about it."
Dao Chi became sleepy and yawned, saying, "Brother Qi, tell me?"
Wang Qi said: "My aunt gave me all her dowry before she passed away. In addition to some antiques and treasures, she also had two shops, a house, and a hundred and twenty acres of land... But according to the rules, my aunt has no children, so these should be taken back to the Wang family.
What should I do, brother?"
When the Taoist idiot hears this, he wakes up a little bit.
It's okay to say that a pavilion with a shop front only costs 1,800 taels of silver, and 120 taels of land is equivalent to 12,000 acres. This is really not a piece of property. You must know that when Prince Xing first came to Fan Anlu,
He only has more than 400 pieces of land to his name.
"What did my uncle say?" Dao Chi asked.
If not for Mrs. Wang's death, Wang Qi would not be able to get even one-third of the house after the Zhuang Tian returned to the Wang family. Because the eldest family inherited the ancestral sacrifice, according to current customs, Wang Zhen, the eldest grandson of the eldest family, would not be able to get even one-third.
Have a portion.
"Grandfather didn't say anything, but uncle, uncle's face is not pretty." Wang Qi said sadly.
"Seventh Brother wants to hand over the property?" Dao Chi asked.
Wang Qi sat up and frowned: "Do we really want to hand it over? But I can't bear to part with it. Although the family is not divided, the eldest uncle and the second uncle all have private property... Besides my aunt, who else will care about me..."
The Taoist idiot rolled his eyes and said: "Then just keep it, who will force you to do it?"
Wang Qi lowered his head and said: "But it will make things difficult for my grandfather and grandmother. I heard that there are ten pieces of gold in that field that were my grandmother's dowry back then."
"If you hand it back, everyone will be happy?" the Taoist idiot asked.
Wang Qi was silent for a while and said, "I won't be happy."
Dao Chi didn't answer anymore. He knew that Wang Qi was just struggling with his words and had already made up his mind. Besides, since Mrs. Wang had left the dowry to Wang Qi, no matter how dissatisfied the other members of the clan were, they couldn't do anything about it.
If Mrs. Wang is just an ordinary married woman, the Wang family can still question the matter through her natal name; behind Mrs. Wang is the palace, and since the palace is willing to hand over this valuable property to Wang Qi, then
No matter what the Wang family says, they just don't know what's interesting.
In the minds of the Wang family, the best way is for Wang Qi to take the initiative to return the property to the clan. The clan "refuses repeatedly", and finally thanks Wang Qi for being "sincere", he accepts his offer. He takes the initiative to accept Wang Qi's offer.
Asking for property there would be too ugly and unreasonable.
Dao Chi looked at Wang Qi, feeling truly jealous.
Not to mention how much property Wang Qi will get after the division of the Wang family clan, the dowry left by Mrs. Wang is enough for him to live at ease for the rest of his life.
Speaking of which, it is understandable that the clan clan would be dissatisfied with the dowry.
If Mrs. Wang had not married Prince Xing, she would not have had such a large dowry. The wife of the royal family married into the Wang family before the Zhang family fell, and the dowry land was only ten hectares.
As the only legitimate daughter of the clan's generation, Mrs. Wang could afford a dowry of twenty hectares of land, which was already a rich dowry.
Just because she entered the palace, Mrs. Wang's dowry doubled. The dowry was not fertile land, but the surrender of the Wang family to Prince Xing. It may not all be the property of the clan, but maybe also the public property allocated by the family.
When Mrs. Wang entered the palace, she was not connected with the marriage between the Wang family clan and the palace, but with the relationship between the entire Wang family and the palace.
It is said that the Wang family has thousands of hectares of fertile land, but it is either public property or scattered under the names of various house owners. It is really hard to say how much fertile land the Zong family has.
Sir, it makes sense that the eldest lady is unwilling to give up this one hundred and twenty hectares of land.
I don't know if it's the clan house or the clan elders who may have something to say about the distribution of Mrs. Wang's dowry later.
If Wang Qi wants to keep this industry, she has to face more than just one or two people.
If Mrs. Wang was not confused, she would have thought of this, why she still refused to return the dowry directly to her mother's family, but named it to Wang Qi?
Dao Chi frowned, doubtful in his heart.
Then Wang Qi whispered: "Erlang, before my aunt entered the palace in the early years, she had already started discussing the marriage. It was not her wish to become a concubine in the palace. What would have happened if my aunt had not entered the palace and married outside..."
Our legitimate daughter, our legitimate wife, even if she struggles every day, she is the master of the family, and she will not be an invisible person like she is in the palace.
Everyone in the palace knew that the prince and the princess were in love during his lifetime, and that they had a deep love for each other. As for Mrs. Wang, they only knew that there was such a vacant concubine.
For a woman, Mrs. Wang's life is indeed a bit miserable.
Thinking of this, Dao Chi opened his eyes.
He knew why Mrs. Wang was unwilling to return the dowry to her mother's family. She was not uncomplaining about the Wang family's arrangement for her to become a concubine in the palace...