Chapter 0003 What a Strong Father

In fact, Qin Lianshan didn't go far away, he just sat silently in the ancestral hall of the manor. This sitting is three days and two nights.

In the past three days and two nights, he only did one thing, and he continued to do one thing——

Grind the gun!

This ancestral gun with a layer of moonlight-like cold light on the head of the gun has witnessed the rise and fall of the Qin Family Village for hundreds of years, drank the blood of countless strong men, and is now enshrined in the ancestral hall, which has the supreme significance of inheritance .

Whenever the family is in crisis, the children of the Qin family will use this ancestral gun to prop up the hope of the family, fight a bloody road, and display the prestige of the family.

Qin Lianshan dismissed all his servants, did not allow anyone to disturb him, and focused on sharpening the big gun.

The son was sent to Wutongyuan alive, but what was sent back was an almost cold body. The doctor invited at least a dozen, and after taking the pulse, they all apologized and said: prepare for the funeral.

Funeral?

If the son dies, the only incense in the family will be cut off. What funeral matters can there be for the Qin Family Village?

Qin Lianshan was too lazy to think about the funeral. During the three days and two nights when his son was in a coma, he had only one thought - revenge, revenge!

Use the ancestral big gun to kill the murderer who killed his son, and kill him without leaving his family!

Qin Lianshan is the patriarch of a poor family in Donglin Town. At the age of thirty-two, Qin Wushuang, the only son, was born.

In this world, it is unimaginable for a noble family to have no male heir. It is no exaggeration to describe it as a disaster.

Back then, Qin Lianshan had been married for six years and had only one daughter, Qin Xiu. Undoubtedly, the outside world is full of gossip.

"There are mountains and seas, and the incense of descendants can't be connected. What's the point of this?"

"This Qin family is not as good as one generation after another. In the next 'Family Discussion', their poor status of the Qin family may not be able to be maintained."

"Hey, I heard that the Qin family a hundred years ago was a wealthy family anyway. I didn't expect that the "Family Review" that was reviewed every 20 years would be downgraded by one level every year, two or three levels in a row. I guess it will be the next This time, I will really become a commoner like us.”

Some of these words were whispered behind his back and passed to his ears; some of them were outspoken, and they were also open in front of Qin Lianshan.

Later, his wife Tian Miao was upbeat and finally gave birth to him a son, namely Qin Wushuang. This child carried all the hopes of the Qin family since he was born, but he was beaten to death while studying in Wutong Academy!

His wife also passed away due to postpartum wind shortly after giving birth to her son.

First, he suffered the pain of losing his wife in middle age, and now he suffers from the loss of his son!

The son is the only incense in the Qin family village, and also the only remaining hope of the Qin family. Now that the incense is cut off, the revival plan of the Qin family line is broken in an instant. How can Qin Lianshan not be heartbroken? With a son, the Qin family has hope! Without a son, all the revival plans of the family will become empty talk!

It's not that Qin Lianshan favors men over women, but that all the secular rules in this world are clearly dominated by men.

Take the national "Family Discussion" held every 20 years as an example, and it will be held again in four years. The result of this family discussion will determine whether the Qin family can retain their seat as a nobleman.

And the first prerequisite for participating in this "Family Discussion" - is whether there is a male heir!

Then there are other indicators.

If there is no son, the incense will be cut off, and nothing will be discussed. Everyone knows that a family without males cannot have lasting vitality.

Qin Lianshan is a strong man, and he absolutely does not want the Qin family, which has inherited incense in the Baiyue Kingdom for more than 400 years, to lose the status of nobility and be reduced to a commoner status in his own hands.

Although, at this time, the Qin family was already at the bottom of the nobility, that is, the humble family.

Even if they are poor, they still retain their status as aristocrats and have some corresponding powers of nobility, including social status, land, manor, business, and so on.

Once the poor family qualifications are also deprived, they will be reduced to commoner status. Then the family property of the Qin family will change hands and become the property of others.

As a civilian family, they are not eligible to own private property.

Once the son died, all the hopes of the Qin family were instantly reduced to ashes!

Since the enemy has cut off the hope of his Qin family, he will not give him a way out for the Qin family. Then, as a nobleman, Qin Lianshan only had one thought, and that was to make his enemies pay the same price.

Qin Lianshan raised his head, and there were three prominent ancestral precepts hanging above the ancestral hall!

Those who conspire with the property of our Qin clan will be hit with five times as much force.

Anyone who seeks my position in the Qin family will be hit with ten times the force.

Those who want to destroy our Qin family, hit them with all your strength, and burn everything, no matter what!

The tip of the spear had been polished to a bright shine, and it exuded a gloomy cold light that pierced the eyes. The cold light in Qin Lianshan's eyes was sharper than that of a spear.

Bang, bang!

It was already midnight, and outside the door of the ancestral hall, someone was beating on the door panel with all their might. Qin Lianshan knew from his 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 heart and blood were poured into this gun, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger and pain in this action of sharpening the gun...

Bang, bang, bang!

Qin Sixi pounded on the door with all his strength: "Clan chief, patriarch!"

Qin Lianshan said angrily, "Sixi, I told you, don't bother me!"

"Patriarch, good... good news. Young master, he is alive!" Qin Sixi uttered incoherently, almost crying.

Bang!

Qin Lianshan was stunned for a moment, and the hand holding the gun handle suddenly felt weak. He loosened his hand, and the big gun fell to the ground, and the tip of the gun hit the whetstone, shooting out sparks of light.

"Patriarch, it's true, the young master has come back to life! Missy is sending people all over Donglin Town to look for you." Qin Sixi burst into tears, crying as he spoke, touching Qin Lianshan's heart with every sentence.

"Come back to life?" Qin Lianshan wanted to stand up, but he felt dizzy and staggered, as if he was in a dream. The son is not dead? Alive?

He staggered to the door and was about to open it. Suddenly, his thoughts changed and he stopped. After tidying up the scattered clothes, he turned around and picked up the ancestral gun respectfully, and put it back in the enshrined place.

After doing all this, Qin Lianshan tried his best to restrain his excitement, and then opened the door calmly.

He is the head of the clan and the father of two children. All emotions, joys, sorrows and joys can only be vented inside the gate of the ancestral hall.

Walking out of this door, he must set an example that a patriarch and father should have.

In front, daughter Qin Xiu ran towards this side with a face full of joy: "Father, Daddy, my brother is not dead, he is alive!"

Qin Lianshan looked at his daughter and at the excited Qin Sixi, his heart was already full of turmoil, but his expression was as calm as an ancient well, and he let out a soft "huh".

But his feet were moving like flying, and he hurriedly walked towards the manor.

"Father, wait for me!" Qin Xiu couldn't keep up with his father's footsteps at all.

"Miss..." Qin Sixi stopped Qin Xiu and shook her head slightly, "Miss, don't disturb the patriarch, let him go alone. The patriarch sat here for three days and two nights, he was really depressed too long!"

"Uncle Sixi, daddy has been staying in the ancestral hall?" Qin Xiu looked inside in disbelief.

"Stay there all the time, sharpen the gun all the time."

Qin Xiu was stunned, and suddenly understood what was going on. Huarong couldn't help turning pale, and asked cautiously: "Uncle Sixi, what is daddy doing when he sharpens the gun?"

Qin Sixi sighed: "Miss, this matter must not be mentioned in front of the patriarch. Now that the young master is alive, all the turmoil is over. This ancestral gun should continue to be enshrined here."

This loyal old servant has served Qin Lianshan for decades, and he knows the patriarch's character best. I know that the patriarch is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. After the young master's accident, the patriarch must have had the mentality of killing everything and preparing for the death of everything.

Thank goodness, the young master finally came back to life. Qinjiazhuang also stepped out of the quagmire from the abyss of extinction.

Qin Xiuxiu frowned lightly, looked up and saw the ancestral precepts in the ancestral hall, thoughtful.

...

The first time Wu Xinghe saw Qin Lianshan, he knew who it was. The feeling that father and son are connected by heart and flesh and blood is like the fate that has been predetermined in the past and present.

Qin Lianshan didn't have soft words to comfort him, but a simple look in his eyes clearly outlined the role of a father who had come out of the abyss of despair.

Is this the feeling of the legendary father's love like a mountain?

Wu Xinghe felt a little stuck in his heart, chaotic, with a little touch, a little warmth.

It was this look that made Wu Xinghe feel the weight of Qin Wushuang in this man's heart. I felt all the difficulties and pressures of this family.

At the same time, he also felt how heavy the responsibility was on the shoulders of his new identity.

Now, the real Qin Wushuang is dead, and these responsibilities, without hesitation, have fallen on Wu Xinghe's shoulders.

Responsibility to face up to difficulties? Or put aside the entanglement and don't ask?

Sister Qin Xiu's real tears and father's eyes full of love seem to have given all the answers.

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