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Meng Hun felt like his insides were burning when he thought of the despair his wife and daughter went through before they died. His eyes were bloodshot and his eyes were bloodshot.
His anger was burning and gradually infected the others. The delicious hot soup in their mouths was tasteless.
"Captain, we'll have plenty of chances to get our revenge. The next time we see that bastard, Meng Liang, we'll cut him down as a sacrifice to our sister-in-law and niece's souls in heaven." The man raised his left hand and patted Meng Hun's shoulder.
His right hand was injured. He had just cleaned the wound with clean water, applied medicine, and hung a white cloth around his neck. It was not convenient for him to move.
"Yeah, my sister-in-law and niece are watching from the heavens. They will definitely bless us to kill that little bastard Meng Liang. Good people deserve good things." Another man said in a low voice. He was clumsy and said whatever was on his mind. He was not good at comforting people.
Meng Hun was woken up by the force on his shoulder. His face was still gloomy, but he did not continue to indulge in hatred.
Seeing Meng Hun's reaction, the others could not help but feel worried.
The person who had led them through life and death was this burly, seven-foot-tall man in front of them. The person who had stepped forward to save their lives in times of crisis was also this person. Even though he himself was living a hard life, he still took care of them from time to time!
On the contrary, what did the Meng's do?
Part of their glory and wealth was due to their ancestors, and the other part was the blood, sweat, and flesh of ordinary people.
Therefore, when Meng Hun suppressed his emotions and said, "I want to rebel," they did not hesitate to follow him and rebel against the Meng's.
Compared to the Meng's who relied on their ancestors, they trusted Meng Hun more.
"Good people deserve good things?" Meng Hun murmured. He looked as if he had lost his soul. He buried his face in his palms.
If good people were really rewarded, then how could his virtuous wife and quick-witted daughter end up like that?
In the hidden cave, the men looked at each other in silence. They all had their own thoughts and tacitly did not disturb Meng Hun.
The farm was shrouded in the moonlight and was silent.
Nowadays, Xu Ke could be considered as a trusted subordinate of the head of the family. He could be considered as the head of the farm. At night, he could light an oil lamp and use the light to organize the training records during the day as well as the various expenses of the farm. If he had enough time, he could even read some classics and history books.
Today, after he was done with the accounts, he did not take out his book. Instead, he took off his cloak and draped it over his shoulders. He picked up the oil lamp on the table.
Creak —
Raising his hand to block the wind from blowing out the oil lamp, he made his way to the cubicle next to the kitchen where the ingredients were stored.
He lifted the lamp and took a closer look. Sure enough, the things he had prepared were gone. Even the footprints on the ground had been deliberately erased.
"The gift is light, but the sentiment is heavy. It's good that this gift … can be delivered to the bottom of my heart." Xu Ke looked around the cubicle, and a faint smile appeared on his face. Then, he looked a little worried. "Tsk, although that's the case, I've spent six taels and seven qian this time …"
He had used up more than half of it. If he had known earlier, he would have asked for more from Langjun.
Xu Ke frowned. He guarded the oil lamp, closed the cubicle door, and walked back to his room step by step.
These days, ordinary people could only taste meat once a year on New Year's Day. The two bags of pork belly were expensive.
Moreover, he had specially gone to the pharmacy to pick out the medicinal herbs and white cloth. The medicine was effective, but it was also expensive.
Those brand new bedding, warm clothes, pottery utensils, and so on, all added up to six taels and seven copper coins!
He only hoped that he would not make a mistake this time. If he ended up with a one-way ticket … Hehe, he felt that it would be hard to appease his Langjun, who loved to make trouble. When that time came, he would be the one to face her anger.
Xu Ke closed the door, blocking out the cold outside.
Xu Ke moved the charcoal basin slightly closer to himself. The coldness in his body suddenly lessened, and his stiff and cold hands and feet slowly warmed up.
"Let's see how those people react tomorrow … We'll know then …" Xu Ke muttered. He used the oil lamp to read a bamboo scroll that he had borrowed from Jiang Pengji's study. Sometimes he frowned, and sometimes he had a sudden realization. He was so immersed in it that he forgot himself.
The next morning, the gatekeeper of the Liu's yawned as he walked out of the corner gate. Coincidentally, a simple and low-key carriage came from the entrance of the alley.
The horse stopped, and the carriage stopped right in front of the Liu's door.
The gatekeeper rubbed his sleepy eyes and stared at the patterns on the carriage. The corresponding family immediately appeared in his mind.
Wasn't that the carriage of the Second Langjun's teacher, Wei Gongcao?
Wei Gongcao was so dedicated. He came to teach Langjun as soon as he recovered?
The gatekeeper thought to himself. He asked someone to invite the housekeeper over while he went forward to welcome the guest.
However, the person who came out of the carriage was not Wei Gongcao. It was a young man who looked to be in his twenties.
The man was tall and wore a new scholarly robe. He had a cloak over his head, and his black hair was tied up neatly with a crown.
Judging by his clothes, he should be a scholar. His height alone gave people a natural sense of oppression, not to mention the aura around him. His face was deeper than most people's. He didn't look like someone from the Central Plains, but more like someone from the Northern Borderline.
The young man stepped on the stool and opened the curtain. The person who came out was Wei Gongcao, the teacher of the Liu's.
"Mr. Gongcao, we have arrived at the Liu's."
Qiguan Rang still maintained his cold expression. Perhaps it was because of the light in the day, but the coldness in his eyes was not as strong as it was at night.
Wei Gongcao looked up at the sky and then at the Liu's closed door. Only the corner door was slightly open.
The servants saw Wei Yuan and thought that he was there to teach Langjun. Who would have thought that he was there to resign?
Liu She's sleepiness disappeared when he heard the reason for Wei Yuan's visit. He looked serious.
"But my son is naughty. How did he offend you?"
Even though he had tacitly agreed to let Jiang Pengji study in Langye, he did not expect Wei Yuan to come to him to resign.
He thought about it and his heart skipped a beat. He was afraid that Jiang Pengji had said something to Wei Yuan in private.
Offending someone was secondary. More importantly, Wei Yuan's status and reputation among the Dongqing scholars was not low.
If there was no reasonable explanation for the matter, based on the current situation, his daughter was not in the right.
A teacher for a day, a father for life. Being a teacher was also a form of filial piety.
Wei Yuan smiled. "Zhongqing, you don't have to be like this. This is the result of my careful consideration. It's not that Lanting is bad."
Qiguan Rang's status and age were not high enough to interrupt their conversation. He simply sat behind Wei Yuan and acted as a backdrop.
Qiguan Rang was also surprised that Wei Yuan had brought him to the Liu's.
He knew that Wei Yuan saw him as his future son-in-law, but it was beyond his expectations that he would be treated so well.
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