eurekapd Chapter 218 I will never act on my own again
Chapter 218 I will never act on my own again
The next morning, Nangong Wenrui went to the neighboring Wen Dashan's house to offer incense to Old Master Wen, and then went to the Yang family's house to offer incense to Wen Zisong. Afterwards, he returned to Wen Dashan's house.
“Grandpa, I have already sent my father-in-law and mother-in-law’s coffins back to Gujia Village. Muhua’s idea is to buy a piece of mountain land with good feng shui, and that will become the Wen family’s burial ground.”
Nangong Wenrui told Wen Dashan that he had already sent someone to buy the mountain land, and shortly afterward someone delivered the land deed, and informed Wen Yuxia and Wen Yunhong that they would be returning to their hometown of Guijia Village today.
After Nangong Wenrui left, Wen Dashan took Wen Zibai to the neighboring house to set up the mourning hall. When they arrived, they found that the hall had already been set up, and Nangong Wenrui had left people there to burn incense and paper money.
Of the four sons, the fourth was the most successful. Sadly, he passed away too soon, so soon that Wen Dashan had already forgotten his existence.
When Wen Dashan was moving the eldest son's grave, he hadn't considered that the fourth son was still all alone halfway up the mountain in Dawan Village. He felt extremely guilty.
His eyes were a little moist, and his voice was slightly sad, "The second brother went to help at home, the third brother went to help at the Yang family's house, and I'm staying here to keep the fourth brother company."
After listening to Wen Dashan's words, the Wen brothers nodded silently. Wen Zihua turned and left, while Wen Zibai stood there and whispered:
“Father, if my fourth brother knew from beyond the grave, he wouldn’t want you to grieve and shed tears for him. Please don’t be sad. My fourth brother lived in the same village as us. If you miss him in the future, just go and sit by his grave…”
After Wen Zibai's persuasion, the sadness on Wen Dashan's face disappeared. He slowly nodded and said, "You're right. Fourth brother is here. Our family is reunited. It's a good thing, a good thing."
Seeing the lingering self-reproach in Wen Dashan's eyes, Wen Zibo said nothing more and silently turned to leave.
Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from outside. Wen Dashan turned to look out of the courtyard. "Old Master, I am here on the orders of the Patriarch to deliver the land deed to you," said one of Nangong Wenrui's men, respectfully handing the deed to Wen Dashan.
Wen Dashan took the land deed and examined it carefully. He found that the location of the mountain land was excellent, the best in terms of feng shui among all the mountain lands in Gujia Village. He looked at the visitor with gratitude and said, "Thank you!"
The man waved his hand and said, "I'm just following orders. If you want to thank someone, thank the head of the family and his wife." He then went to the table, took three incense sticks, lit them, kowtowed three times towards the coffin, and turned to leave.
Wen Yunhong, along with Lin Xiaoxiao and their three children, returned to Gujia Village with Wen Yuxia. The siblings first kowtowed and offered incense to their parents, then went next door to offer incense to Old Master Wen, and finally went to the Yang family's house to offer incense to Wen Zisong.
Wen Dashan stayed with the siblings the whole time. Wen Yuxia was alright, occasionally exchanging a few words with him. However, Wen Yunhong had a stern face from the moment he entered, and after calling him "Grandpa," he didn't say another word to him.
Wen Dashan's eyes reddened: "Princess, has Yunhong encountered some trouble?" Wen Yuxia rolled her eyes inwardly, but said softly, "It's nothing, he'll be fine in a bit."
Wen Yunhong, expressionless, led his wife and children back to Wen Yuxia's house. He then proceeded to arrange their accommodations. During his stay in Gujia Village, he had no intention of returning to his own home, the courtyard where Wen Dashan was currently residing.
Wen Dashan sighed silently, not understanding what he had done to offend this grandson. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "Princess, I'll head back now. Remember to come next door for dinner."
Before Wen Yuxia could speak, Wen Yunhong interjected, "No need, we brought food with us." Wen Dashan sighed, his hoarse voice filled with helplessness, "It's good that we have food. Well, then I'll head back now."
That evening, Wen Yunqing explained to Wen Dashan that all of Wen Yunhong's dissatisfaction that day stemmed from his favoritism. Wen Dashan exclaimed in surprise, "Favoritism? Whom am I favoring?"
Wen Yunqing said irritably, "You've lived in Xinchuan County for so many years, have you ever mentioned moving your fourth uncle and aunt's graves there? When you moved your eldest uncle's grave this time, did you think about your fourth uncle and aunt lying on the mountain in your hometown?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Dashan said somewhat awkwardly, "In Xinchuan County, neither the princess nor Yunhong mentioned moving the grave, so how can you blame me?"
"Back then, the princess didn't mention moving the graves because she wanted to solve the problem once and for all, and then move the graves of her fourth uncle and aunt when she arrived in the capital. In recent years, she has either been serving the emperor or traveling, so the matter of moving the graves has never been put on the agenda."
Wen Yuqing slowly began to tell Wen Dashan everything that Wen Yuxia had said during their nighttime conversation in Xinchuan County.
Finally, Wen Dashan was blamed for not handling the matter well. He should have sent a letter to the Princess's residence before moving Wen Zisong's grave, mentioning whether the graves of Wen Ziyang and his wife in Anyang County should also be moved.
Wen Dashan said with some regret, "It's my fault for not thinking things through. At the time, I was only thinking about sending your great-grandfather's coffin back to Fancheng and invited quite a few people. I should have taken your uncle's coffin with me."
Wen Yuxia didn't say anything outwardly, but she was definitely unhappy inside. Wen Yunhong, on the other hand, wore all his dissatisfaction on his face. Wen Yunqing sighed, "Grandpa, sincerity begets sincerity. Explain things properly to Yunhong."
"I know, I will," Wen Dashan said with a wry smile. Sigh, he's getting old and still doing such a foolish thing.
That evening, Wen Dashan brought red bean pastries, which Wen Yunhong loved as a child, to Wen Yuxia's house. After hesitating for a moment, he gently knocked on the door.
When Wen Yunhong opened the door and saw it was him, he asked in a cold voice, "What is it?" Wen Dashan handed over the red bean pastry with a forced smile, "Yunhong, this is your favorite pastry. Grandpa specially went to town to buy it for you."
Wen Yunhong snorted and prepared to close the door, but Wen Dashan quickly stopped it and then earnestly explained that he had only moved Wen Zisong's grave incidentally.
He also said that on the way there he was thinking about how to bury Grandpa Wen and Wen Zisong and then have Wen Zibai and his brother move their graves back to their hometown.
Seeing Wen Yunhong's cold face, Old Master Wen tried to appeal to his emotions, reminiscing about warm memories of their time together. As Wen Yunhong listened, his expression gradually softened.
At this moment, Wen Yuxia, who had been standing in the courtyard listening to Wen Dashan's story, came over and said, "Yunhong, how can family members hold grudges overnight? Besides, moving Uncle's grave was just a side thing."
Wen Yunhong remained silent for a long time before finally accepting the packet of red bean pastries handed to him by Wen Dashan. Wen Dashan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
After the burial, Wen Yuxia hosted a banquet for the villagers of Gujia Village, making it clear that the piece of mountain land that Nangong Wenrui had bought was the burial ground for the Wen family descendants.
On the day of parting, Wen Yunhong took the initiative to say goodbye to Wen Dashan, "Grandpa, I'm leaving, take care!" Wen Dashan nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with tears.
Watching Wen Yuxia and the others walk away, and seeing the carriage gradually disappear at the end of the road, Wen Dashan said in a deep voice, "Yunqing, from now on, Grandpa will consult with you on everything and will never act on his own again."