Uncle Wang is very ill, crumbling like a candle in the wind. No one can be sure when the eighty-eight-year-old man will leave, especially in winter, when his weak body cannot withstand the cold wind.
Winter is the season when mortality among the elderly is most frequent.
In previous winters, Zhu Kui always prepared firewood and would bring meals to Wang's uncle and grandson from time to time. In this way, his uncle did not have to work hard and spent the whole winter huddled by the fire, naturally keeping warm.
During the winter when Zhu Kui was away, although Zhu Laoshi and the others were asked to lend a helping hand, they were not as frequent or as meticulous as Zhu Kui's. However, Zhu Wumei was asked to send some firewood, or Wang Cheng came to the house to eat and bring food.
In addition, during the days when Zhu Kui was away, no one could talk to him about classic historical events. He was lonely and boring, and the fire of life naturally became dimmer and dimmed until he was dying.
The elder was seriously ill and was about to pass away. With this sadness, Zhu Kui regretted that he should have argued with him a few months ago and refused to go out to Zhang Jian. This trip to Guangling County was full of twists and turns, although he succeeded in worshiping Zhang Jian.
Although he was under Jian's sect, he was almost taken away by Ma Yuanyi. Fortunately, Sun Jian seemed to be his lucky star and saved him both times.
On the ninth day of December, the fourth day after Zhu Kui returned home, Zhu Kui once again came to Uncle Wang's house on the mountainside in the west of the village. He knelt down by the couch and listened to Uncle Wang's last words.
"San'er, uncle, I have been mediocre for most of my life, but in the end I only have one grandson by my side. When you were born, the sky showed fire. I really saw from an ancient book that it was a sign that the son of the Red Emperor was coming to the world, so
I have always valued you, and you will definitely achieve extraordinary things in the future."
As he spoke, Uncle Wang grabbed Zhu Kui's hand and stared at him, as if he wanted to take away Zhu Kui's appearance in his mind.
No one can be ruthless, except for his parents. Uncle Wang was the best person to him. Although Zhu Kui was reincarnated with the memories of future generations, he has always been a little repelled by this era, but his relatives will pass away, and he still sheds tears.
Then burst into tears.
"Uncle, I have inherited your good advice since I was young. I will definitely work hard and live up to your expectations in the future."
Zhu Kui grasped Uncle Wang's increasingly cold hand and responded.
Uncle Wang nodded happily and said with difficulty: "Okay, okay, San'er, your Uncle Wang is about to die. Now let me tell you a big secret. My surname was originally from the Qin Dynasty more than 400 years ago.
The direct descendants of Wuchenghou Wang Jian, the war in the late Qin Dynasty and the erosion of time for four hundred years, finally only Cheng'er was left, and the others were all lost to the tide of history one by one. This old man deserves to die
But I have managed to survive until now. Now I am about to die. San'er, you promise me to take good care of Cheng'er's growth from generation to generation. You must not let Wu Chenghou's direct lineage be cut off."
Zhu Kui did not expect that Uncle Wang would be the descendant of Wang Jianggong, the undefeated general in history. The hero who conquered the six kingdoms in the past was so famous that his descendants could only die in obscurity among the mountains and forests.
What is regrettable is that there is only one direct bloodline left, Wang Chenglingling.
Uncle Wang named his great-grandson Cheng, which seems to mean inheriting the glory of his ancestors.
"Uncle, don't worry. As long as San'er has a mouth to eat, he will definitely share a bite with Brother Cheng."
"That's good. I know San'er is a man of his word."
"Here, take out the brocade box under the couch."
"Yes!" Zhu Kui wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, leaned over and looked for it, and sure enough he saw a dusty brocade box with a simple style, as if it had a history of many years.
Uncle Wang took the brocade box that Zhu Kui took out from the cave, gently patted the dust on the box, and opened it. There were two bundles of bamboo slips inside. Looking at the names of the bamboo slips, they should be used in the pre-Qin period.
Xiaozhuan picked up the bamboo slips in the brocade box. Uncle Wang stroked them respectfully and reluctantly, and finally put them down gently and pushed them in front of Zhu Kui.
"Uncle, what is this?"
"This is the handwritten art of war passed down by our ancestor Wang Jian Gong. The descendants are so incompetent that they have not been able to make its name famous in the world, which is a shame to our ancestors. San'er, you are a gifted genius. You studied with me when you were young, and within a few years you learned all my knowledge."
It's gone. Now you are eight years old, and your knowledge is already above me. I just regret that you are not my grandson. Anyway, my time has come, so I will teach you this art of war. When Cheng'er grows up, you can do it again.
Can I pass it back to him?"
Under the expectant gaze of Uncle Wang, Zhu Kui burst into tears and fell to the ground and replied: "My uncle is giving me a generous gift. I am ashamed to accept it, but don't worry, I will definitely take good care of my brother Cheng and teach him the art of war."...
Uncle Wang nodded and called Wang Cheng in who had been guarding outside the house.
"Cheng'er, you should remember that in the future you will serve your third son as a brother.
He is older than you and more sensible than you. You must listen to his words and do not disobey him, otherwise your great-grandfather will die in peace."
Wang Cheng nodded with tears in his eyes, although he didn't know the key point.
"Okay, you all go out and leave me alone."
Sure enough, Uncle Wang only had flashbacks during the day, but he went alone that night. Zhu Kui found out about it when he called Uncle Wang to drink medicine at night. That night, he called his father Zhu Laoshi and others to help with the mourning.
Early the next morning, at Uncle Wang's house, the front and outside doors were covered with white cloth. Wang Cheng, dressed in a white robe, knelt down in front of the mourning hall, burning bright yellow paper money. Zhu Kui helped with all the funeral arrangements.
Whether Uncle Wang had close friends or whether he wanted to know that they were coming to see him as gifts is no longer important. Things that Uncle Wang was away from during his lifetime were never mentioned. Zhu Kui only heard some superficial information from Zhang Jian and wanted to inform him.
There was nowhere to send the letter, so the people who came to see him were all villagers in the village who had received favors from his uncle.
After all, it’s not as sad as having no one to mourn.
The mourning hall was kept at home for seven days, and then the neighbors in the village carried it to the back mountain, dug a pit, and buried it on the spot, so that no one would remember it after death. Zhu Kui specially built a huge stone tombstone for his lover, and wrote: "The tomb of Wang Fangong, Sun Wangcheng
, Disciple Zhu Kuili"
According to the style of later generations of cemeteries, a large tomb was built with soil and stones covering an area of half an acre. Under normal circumstances, it can last for hundreds of years without deterioration.
"The Analects of Confucius" says: "A gentleman is rooted in his roots, and the Tao is born from his roots. Filial piety and brotherhood are the foundation of human beings."
Zhu Kui planned to stay in mourning for three years, then retire and build a cottage in front of Uncle Wang's grave to show his sadness for Uncle Wang. This approach aroused the opposition of Zhu Laoshi and his wife, and Mr. Zhu even said that fishing boats cannot be empty.
Taking care of it, adopting Wang Cheng, and doing so many things for the Wang family, it should be enough.
Birth, old age, illness and death are common occurrences, but Zhu Kui still believed that if he had not gone to Guangling and Uncle Wang had taken good care of him despite his old age, he would have lived for two more years. Of course, this was all due to his forced guilt mentality.
Compared with Zhu Laoshi, his wife, and his brothers and sisters, Uncle Wang could be said to be a kind of kindness to Zhu Kui, and his energy and expectations for him were far higher than those of his grandson Wang Cheng.
Without Uncle Wang, it can be said that Zhu Kui, who was born into a commoner's family, had no place to study and read. You must know that simplified Chinese in his previous life is completely different from the official script, seal script, etc. of the Han Dynasty, and they are not the same.
The so-called knowledge learned in previous lives can only be regarded as rich in miscellaneous knowledge in the Han Dynasty. Only classics and classics can be regarded as the correct path for scholars and can be recognized by the world.
More than once, Zhu Kui heard from his neighbors in the village that there was a red light in the sky when he was born. At that time, if Uncle Wang had not determined that he was the reincarnation of the Red Emperor's son, the red light would have been regarded as a bloody light by the villagers who did not know the good or bad luck.
Went out to soak the pig cage.
It can be said that without Uncle Wang's repeated maintenance, before Zhu Kui was a minor, he was rubbing straw ropes at the age of three, planting rice seedlings at the age of five, boarding a fishing boat at the age of seven, doing all kinds of work, herding cattle, and harvesting farm work, how could he wait until he was six years old?
At that time, Zhu Kui saw that his father was working extremely hard going back and forth between the fields and the boat, so he offered to help with fishing. Otherwise, Zhu Kui could stop working and just study.
Just catch a fish. Uncle Wang even scolded the young man for not paying attention to his studies.
"My uncle was so kind to me, but I couldn't repay the favor, so he passed away. I mourned for him for three years, which was the only thing I could do." Zhu Kui was determined, and regardless of the wishes of Zhu Laoshi and his wife, he packed his clothes and placed them beside the grave.
A hut was built.
The scraps of gold he brought from Zhao Dana were naturally handed over to Zhu Laoshi and the others for their use. This trip from Guangling County made Zhu Kui gain a lot of knowledge and courage. He asked his father and eldest brother to purchase more than thirty acres of land.
He invited some people from the same village and neighboring villages to farm the land, and even the fishing boats and ponds were subcontracted. Suddenly the whole family lived like a landlord.