eurekapd Chapter 4 Mu Qing Mu Xue
Chapter 4 Mu Qing Mu Xue
"Good child, I know you've been wronged. Your third great-grandfather will stand up for you." The old man patted Wang Hefan's hand, thinking to himself, "This isn't Wang Chi, he's not the Wang family's biological son, and he really is different."
The old man looked around at the villagers and said sternly, "I'm sure you all know what has happened. Since the Wang family built the ancestral hall, nothing like this has ever happened. Wang Chen Fenfang, you have acted unfairly, to the point that your youngest branch has had to request a severance of kinship. Women are not allowed in this important place. I'm making it clear here and now: from now on, the Wang family and the youngest branch of the Wang family will be two separate families, one surname and two surnames, and will not interfere with or be associated with each other. I hereby announce that the Wang family's youngest branch, Wang Chi's lineage, will move out of the Wang family's Wang Dashan lineage and establish their own household. In particular, since Wang Chi sacrificed his life for the country, his household head will be Wang Hefan. This is a three-part contract, signed and sealed by Wang Chen and Wang Hefan."
Hearing this, Song Jiaojiao was finally relieved and quickly said, "Thank you, Third Uncle, for standing up for us."
The old man glanced at Song Jiaojiao, nodded, and then said to the village chief, "Laisheng, it's getting late today. Tomorrow, you should take Hefan to relocate his household registration. The sooner it's settled, the sooner you can have peace of mind. I'm getting old, and I'll need you to take care of the village affairs. I'll head back now."
The village chief quickly stepped forward and replied, "Third Uncle, this is my duty. Third Uncle is not old. If it weren't for you leading the way, we who are following behind would have no direction. I will take you back."
The village chief turned to the crowd and said, "Everyone, go back now." Then he and Wang Fugui helped the old man away.
Song Jiaojiao said to the villagers present, "Jiaojiao thanks all the uncles and aunts for their help today. I will definitely repay you in the future."
"Alright, Jiaojiao, you've had a long day. Take the children home and rest early. Hefan, don't forget to come see your village chief grandpa tomorrow," said Aunt Li, the village chief's wife.
"Yes, Grandma Li, I'll be on time tomorrow," Wang Hefan replied quickly, his face beaming with undisguised joy.
"Aunt Li, we'll be going now," Song Jiaojiao said, pulling Da Ya and Er Ya along.
"Go on, go on. Go back and get some rest. Everyone, you can all go home now," Aunt Li replied loudly.
Song Jiaojiao, holding the hands of Daya and Erya, retrieved the memories from her mind. According to the original owner's memories, the fictional era I live in is called the Great Jin Kingdom. To the north is the Northern Ice Kingdom, to the south is the Great Yan Kingdom, to the west is the land of barbarians, and to the east is the Great Jin Kingdom.
The village I live in is Qingshui Village, named after the Qingshui Mountains that stretch behind it. A river called the Qingshui River flows from the mountains in front of the village. The original owner of this body was rescued from the Qingshui Mountains by Wang Chi. Due to a prolonged high fever, she had forgotten everything from her past, only remembering the jade pendant around her neck. One side was engraved with "Song," the other with "Jiao," and a small string of numbers, presumably her birth date, hence the name. Under Wang Chi's meticulous care, she gradually developed feelings for him, and since she couldn't remember who he was, she naturally married him.
Having given birth to two daughters and a son, Song Jiaojiao felt like crying. She thought to herself, "I, Song Jiaojiao, have never been in a relationship and have never even touched a man's hand. Now I have three children and I've lost five years of my lifespan. I was supposed to be in the prime of my youth at twenty-five, but I've been transmigrated into Song Jiaojiao at the age of thirty." The more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she became.
Now is not the time to think about these things. The most urgent thing is to figure out how to fill our stomachs. Since the tragic news of Wang Chi's death, the group of people who were kicked out of their homes have no survival skills whatsoever. Before, the original owner could at least embroider handkerchiefs to exchange for some money, but now, let alone embroider handkerchiefs, I can't even do simple mending. God, this is too cruel! My five million!
Unbeknownst to her, Song Jiaojiao had returned to the courtyard. Looking around, she saw cobwebs covering every corner, and mottled rain stains on the inner walls—a desolate and bleak scene. Pushing open the door, she found the house in a similar state of disarray. The doors and windows were old and worn. The main room faced forward, containing only a low table and a few rickety stools, haphazardly placed. To the side was an inner room where Song Jiaojiao and her two maids slept; Wang Hefan slept on a makeshift bed on the floor in the main room at night.
It seems that now it's not just a problem of food, but also a problem of accommodation. It's okay now, as it's early autumn and the busy farming season, so it's not too cold. But it will be terrible if it gets cold later.
"Mother, we're transferring our household registration tomorrow. Do you think we should change Da Ya and Er Ya's names? We always said we'd wait for Father to come back and get them, but I'm afraid that won't be possible now..."
Song Jiaojiao heard Wang Hefan's cautious questioning voice, afraid of accidentally bringing up her painful memories. After all, ever since the news of her father's death came back, her mother had been crying every day. Seeing that her mother had finally cheered up today and stopped crying all the time, she was afraid of bringing up something that would upset her again.
Hearing Wang Hefan's cautious voice reminded Song Jiaojiao of the original owner's actions during this period. Thinking of this, Song Jiaojiao wished she could slap the original owner awake.
“It’s time to give him a name. We can’t keep calling him Da Ya or Er Ya. He Fan, you’ve worked so hard these past few days. You’ve really grown up and can support your mother and sisters now.” Song Jiaojiao turned to Wang He Fan and said with satisfaction.
"Let's call Da Ya, who has a gentle nature, Mu Qing. And let's call Er Ya, who is innocent and romantic, Mu Xue."
"Wang Muqing, Wang Muxue, good names. I'll go change my younger sister's name tomorrow," Wang Hefan murmured.
Da Ya, Er Ya... no, she should be called Mu Qing now. Mu Xue was overjoyed. She thought she would only be called Da Ya and Er Ya for the rest of her life. Mu Qing lowered her head and wiped away her tears, her voice slightly nasal.
"Mom, I'm going to cook now. You've had a long day, so take a rest. Little sister, can you help me start the fire?"
Mu Xue replied loudly and happily, "Okay, eldest sister, I'll help you so that mother can rest."
"I'll help too. I caught a pheasant today," Wang Hefan's cheerful voice rang out.
Mu Xue stared wide-eyed in disbelief and asked excitedly, "Really? Big brother, can we have chicken soup today? Tie Zhu from the village said the chicken soup is really delicious."
"No problem, let your little sister drink her fill today," Wang Hefan said, patting Mu Xue's head.
Mu Qing's cheerful and relaxed voice came from the courtyard: "Little sister, if you want to drink chicken soup sooner, hurry up and start the fire."
"Big sister, I'm here!" Mu Xue answered as she skipped around, her braids flying high on both sides of her head, all of which spoke of her joy.
Wang Hefan smiled as he looked at his younger sister, then strode towards the kitchen.
Looking at her three children, Song Jiaojiao thought that perhaps coming here wasn't such a bad thing. After all, not everyone can experience painless motherhood, especially since the children were all so obedient.
Thinking of this, Song Jiaojiao took off the jade pendant that she always wore around her neck and examined it carefully. Before she could see it clearly, she heard a "ding".