Qin Lianshan actually did not go far, but sat silently alone in the ancestral hall of the manor. This sitting lasted three days and two nights.
In these three days and two nights, he only did one thing, and he did one thing continuously——
Sharpen the gun!
The head of this spear is covered with a layer of cold light like moonlight. It has witnessed the rise and fall of Qinjiazhuang for hundreds of years. It has drunk the blood of countless strong men. Now it is enshrined in the ancestral hall. It has the supreme inheritance significance.
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Whenever the family is in crisis, the Qin family's children will use this ancestral gun to prop up the family's hope, fight a bloody path, and build the family's prestige.
Qin Lianshan dismissed all his servants, not allowing anyone to disturb him, and concentrated on sharpening the big gun.
The son was sent to Wutong Hospital alive, but what came back was an almost cold corpse. The doctor invited at least a dozen of them, and after taking a pulse, they all said apologetically: Get ready for the funeral.
Funeral arrangements?
If the son dies, the family's only incense will be cut off. What else can happen in Qinjiazhuang?
Qin Lianshan was too lazy to think about his funeral. During the three days and two nights when his son was in coma, he only had one thought - revenge, revenge!
Use the ancestral gun to kill your son's murderer and kill everyone in his family!
Qin Lianshan is the head of a poor clan in Donglin Town. When he was thirty-two years old, he gave birth to his only son, Qin Wushuang.
In this world, it is simply unimaginable for a noble family to have no male heir. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a disaster.
Qin Lianshan had been married for six years and had only one daughter, Qin Xiu. She was indispensable, so the outside world was full of rumors.
"You can't even connect the mountains to the sea, and the incense of your descendants. What the hell is that?"
"This Qin family is not as good as the previous one. The next 'family evaluation', the Qin family's status as a poor family may not be preserved."
"Hey, I heard that the Qin family a hundred years ago was also a wealthy family. I didn't expect that the 'Family Review' reviewed every twenty years would be downgraded by one level every time, two or three levels in a row. I guess it will be downgraded by the next time.
By then, I really want to become a commoner like us."
Some of these words were whispered behind his back and passed to his ears; some were simply said outright, even in front of Qin Lianshan, without any concealment.
Later, his wife Tian Miao was more successful and finally gave birth to a son for him, Qin Wushuang. This child carried all the hopes of the Qin family as soon as he was born, but ended up studying in Wutong Academy, but was beaten to death!
Shortly after giving birth to their son, his wife also died of postpartum syndrome.
First, he suffered the pain of losing his wife in middle age, and now he also suffered the pain of losing his son!
The son is the only incense in the Qin family village, and the only remaining hope of the Qin family. Now that the incense is cut off, the Qin family's plan to revive the line is instantly shattered. How can Qin Lianshan not be heartbroken? With a son, the Qin family has hope! No.
Without a son, all the family's rejuvenation plans will become empty talk!
This is not because Qin Lianshan favors boys over girls, but that all secular rules in this world are dominated by men with clear-cut flags.
Take the nationwide "Family Competition" held every twenty years as an example. It will be held again in four years. The outcome of this family competition will determine whether the Qin family can retain its position as a noble.
The first prerequisite for participating in this "family debate" is whether there is a male heir!
Then there are the other indicators.
If there is no son, the incense is cut off, there is no need to talk about it. Everyone knows that a family without a male son cannot have lasting vitality.
Qin Lianshan is a strong man, and he never wants the Qin family, which has inherited the incense in Baiyue Kingdom for more than four hundred years, to lose its status as a noble and be reduced to a commoner status in his hands.
Although, at this time, the Qin family was already the lowest level among the nobility, that is, a poor family.
Even if he is from a poor family, he still retains his status as a noble and has some corresponding rights of the nobles, including social status, land, manor, business, etc.
Once the status of a poor family is also deprived and the status is reduced to a commoner, then the Qin family's huge business will first change hands and become the property of others.
As a civilian family, they are not qualified to own private property.
As soon as his son died, all the hopes of the Qin family suddenly turned into ashes!
Since the enemy has cut off the hope of the Qin family and does not give the Qin family a way to survive, then as a nobleman, Qin Lianshan has only one thought, and that is to make the enemy pay the same price.
Qin Lianshan raised his head and saw three conspicuous ancestral precepts hanging above the ancestral hall!
Anyone who wants to seize our Qin clan's property will be struck with five times the force.
Anyone who seeks the status of our Qin family will be attacked with ten times the force.
Anyone who wants to destroy our Qin family will attack them with all their strength, and we will burn them all, no matter what!
The head of the gun had been polished to a sharp finish, and emitted a cold light that pierced the eyes. The cold light in Qin Lianshan's eyes was a bit more intense than the head of the gun.
Bang, bang!
It was already midnight, and outside the ancestral hall door, someone was beating the door panel with all their strength. Qin Lianshan knew from the sound of footsteps that it was his confidant Qin Sixi.
Only Qin Sixi knew that he, the patriarch, was staying in the ancestral hall.
Qin Lianshan ignored him and continued to sharpen his gun, as if all his efforts were poured into this gun, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger and pain in the action of sharpening the gun...
Bang, bang, bang!
Qin Sixi banged on the door with all his strength: "Clan leader, clan leader!"
Qin Lianshan said with hidden anger: "Sixi, I told you not to disturb me!"
"Patriarch, good...good news. The young master is alive!" Qin Sixi spoke incoherently, almost crying.
Bang!
Qin Lianshan was stunned for a moment. The hand holding the handle of the gun suddenly felt weak. He let go and the gun fell to the ground. The head of the gun hit the whetstone, shooting out sparks of light.
"Patriarch, it's true, the young master is alive! The eldest lady is sending people all over Donglin Town to look for you." Qin Sixi burst into tears, crying as she spoke, and her words touched Qin Lianshan's heart.
"Are you alive?" Qin Lianshan wanted to stand up, but he felt like the world was spinning and his feet were stumbling, as if he was in a dream. His son was not dead? He was alive?
He staggered to the door and was about to open it. Suddenly, he had a change of thought and stopped. He straightened his scattered clothes, turned back and respectfully picked up the ancestral gun, and put it back in its place of worship.
After doing all this, Qin Lianshan tried hard to control his excitement, and then opened the door calmly.
He is the head of the clan and the father of two children. All his emotions, all his joys, anger, sorrows and joys can only be vented inside the door of the ancestral hall.
When he walks out of this door, he must set the example that a patriarch and father should have.
Ahead, daughter Qin Xiu ran towards this side with a face full of joy: "Dad, daddy, my brother is not dead, he is alive!"
Qin Lianshan looked at his daughter and the excited Qin Sixi. The waves in his heart were already overflowing, but his expression was as calm as an ancient well, and he softly said "hmm".
But his feet were moving like flying, and he quickly walked towards the manor.
"Dad, wait for me!" Qin Xiu couldn't keep up with his father's footsteps.
"Miss..." Qin Sixi stopped Qin Xiu and shook her head gently, "Miss, don't disturb the patriarch, let him go alone. The patriarch has been sitting here for three days and two nights, and he is so depressed
It’s just too long!”
"Uncle Sixi, dad has been staying in the ancestral hall?" Qin Xiu looked inside in disbelief.
"Stay there all the time, keep sharpening your gun."
Qin Xiu was stunned and immediately understood something. He couldn't help but turn pale, and asked carefully: "Uncle Sixi, what are you going to do with your father sharpening his gun?"
Qin Sixi sighed: "Miss, please do not mention this matter in front of the clan leader. Now that the young master is alive, all the troubles have passed. This ancestral spear should continue to be enshrined here."
This loyal old servant has served Qin Lianshan for decades and knows the patriarch's character best. He knows that the patriarch is gentle on the outside and strong on the inside. After the young master's accident, the patriarch must have been prepared to die with everything in sight.
Thank God, the young master finally came to life. Qinjiazhuang also emerged from the abyss of destruction.
Qin Xiuxiu frowned slightly, looked up and saw the ancestral precepts in the ancestral hall, thinking deeply.
…
When Wu Xinghe saw Qin Lianshan for the first time, he knew who it was. The feeling of father and son connected by heart, flesh and blood, was like a fate that had already been determined in the past and present life.
Qin Lianshan had no soft words of comfort, just a simple look in his eyes, but he clearly outlined the role of a father who had emerged from the abyss of despair.
Is this what the legendary father’s love is like?
Wu Xinghe felt a little stuffy in his heart, feeling a little touched and warm.
It was from this look that Wu Xinghe felt the weight of Qin Wushuang in this man's heart. He felt all the difficulties and pressure of the family.
At the same time, he also felt what a heavy responsibility had been placed on the shoulders of his new identity.
Now that the real Qin Wushuang is dead, these responsibilities have fallen on Wu Xinghe's shoulders without any hesitation.
Do you face difficulties without hesitation? Or do you put aside the entanglements and ignore them?
My sister Qin Xiu's real tears and my father's eyes filled with deep love seemed to have given all the answers.