After returning to the capital, Emperor Daoguang gave some pearls and a box of porcelain, and then returned to India on a British merchant ship back to France. After returning home from the holy land of Fulang, he had a strange disease, and died in a few days, leaving only a book written by himself, "Fulang Travels", which has a detailed record of the tomb of Gongzi Qi, and opened this book with a map of Funiu Mountain.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather turned cooler, and the Taigong went out of the gate accompanied by Gou Cai, packed up several clothes and stood in front of the gate to say goodbye to his family, got into the carriage behind him, and left. Gou Cai drove the carriage between the mountain roads, and then we learned that the prince was back to his hometown Nanchong, and the clan elders and county commanders went out of the city to prepare to greet them, standing on the city wall and looking at it from afar. Taigong's carriage slowly appeared between the two mountains, and he looked at the southern county seat of his hometown, which was still the same as before. I haven't been back to my hometown for 20 years, and I have an indescribable feeling, tears of hope.

The county commanders and clan elders gathered in front of Taigong's carriage and saluted: "Taigong." ”

Only then did the prince get out of the carriage and look around, the people standing on both sides, as well as the county magistrate and these clan elders in front of him, also saluted: "Lord county magistrate, all clan elders." ”

Then he turned to face the county magistrate and said, "The county magistrate, the old man just wants to go back to his hometown to have a look, and there is no need to alarm the people in the city." ”

"It's too public, it's the voluntary organization of the people in the city who welcomes you back to your hometown, this is a hometown that you can't give up!"

Taigong looked at the people in the city and said, "Fellow villagers, how can I work for my literary talents, how can you welcome the old decay into the city, and Wencai is here to thank everyone." ”

"It's too polite, as long as the prince doesn't forget us poor people," an old man in the crowd looked up at him and smiled. Then everyone said: "Well, that's right, as long as the prince doesn't forget us." ”

"No, no," and then the prince entered the city. On the first day of entering the city, the prince returned to his doorstep, accompanied by the county commander and the clan elders. I haven't been back for more than 20 years, and my hometown's house is already in tatters, pushing open the two dilapidated gates, the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, and the earthen wall on one side has collapsed half. Before walking to his own door, he pushed open the door and walked in, the house was much brighter, and when he looked up at the broken roof tiles above the beams, the sunlight was not so gloomy.

The next day, the Taigong summoned the clan elders to gather in the hall to discuss the construction of the He family ancestral hall and the Confucian Temple. Taigong sat on the hall, looked at everyone, and said for a long time: "The purpose of the old man's return to his hometown this time is to discuss with the elders of the clan about the two things of preparing for the construction of the He family ancestral hall and the Confucian Temple. The old man is a scholar, respecting Confucius and worshipping the ancestors is the top priority, so this is the old man to complete when he returns to his hometown, the old man is old, he is a person who is about to enter the earth, and he wants to take advantage of this lifetime to complete this wish, so that after a hundred years, our He family can still remember us and its identity. ”

"Taigong, we all have this idea, but we don't have the funds to build it."

"Okay, the old man will pay two million taels first, and the next is everyone's fundraising."

"Okay, Taigong is very firm on this, then we will settle this."

"The ancestral hall is here, you just need to renovate and renovate the dilapidated house, and the Confucian Temple is built on the side, which can save a lot of costs."

At this time, everyone fell into deep thought, and could not speak for a long time. Taigong looked at them and said, "What are you thinking?" Is there any objection to this? ”

"Taigong is old among us, and we are still young, so it is better to elect Taigong as the patriarch."

"The old man is not at home all the year round, I am afraid that he will not be able to serve as the patriarch, we still elect the elders here as the patriarch, I think He Jiansheng is the most suitable."

"Jiansheng's qualifications are mediocre, and he is not a very learned person, Taigong is a showman, very knowledgeable, and Ling Gongzi is a feudal official of the imperial court, and the patriarch is none other than Taigong. The prince said that it was okay for him to be away from home all the year round, and we old fellows could follow the rules. ”

"Elder Jiansheng is right, don't postpone it."

"Okay, tonight, the old man will write the clan rules, and Elder Jiansheng and you will elect four as law enforcement elders, and after writing the clan rules, I will hand them over to you for discussion and decision."

"Well, as a law enforcement elder, we have no opinion, and for the other four, please also ask Jiansheng Elder to draw up a list and submit it to Taigong for agreement."

After that, the county commander took the prince to live in his own mansion and held a banquet to entertain him. At the invitation of the county magistrate, the prince entered the mansion of the county magistrate, and the county magistrate invited his wife out and said, "Call the prince quickly." ”

"Hello Taigong," Mrs. County Ling slowly stepped forward and saluted to Taigong.

"Hello Mrs. County Order," the prince returned the salute. The county magistrate stood next to him and said with a smile: "The house has coarse tea and light rice, please forgive this official for being inconsiderate." ”

"What the county magistrate is talking about, it's already rich enough," the wine and food, plus the breeze in the courtyard, and the crescent moon on the horizon to accompany it, what a beautiful scenery.

"Let's dine with my grandfather."

"The prefectural magistrate, please."

"Please," the two sat down at the same time, accompanied by the county magistrate's wife. The county magistrate looked at the prince, raised his glass and said: "The prince has a very high reputation in front of the clan elders, and he is the patriarch, first of all, the official congratulates him with this wine." ”

"The county magistrate Miao praised, that is the clan elders look up to the old man, and reluctantly," the prince put down the wine glass in his hand, looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and sighed: "The old man is old, and he wants to use this remnant to be the people of his hometown, and the He family will do more things, but the old man has a request, I don't know if the county magistrate is willing." ”

The county magistrate put down the wine glass in his hand, looked at Taigong and said, "I don't know what Taigong needs this official to do?" I do my best. ”

"The old man is here tonight to draft the clan rules, and tomorrow he will discuss the clan rules with those clan elders, and I want to use this treasure land, I don't know if the county magistrate can make it convenient."

"Even if the prince speaks, if there is any need, even if the prince commands the official, the official is duty-bound." Unexpectedly, the county magistrate happily agreed to the princess's request.

"Then it's going to bother the county magistrate."

"The official's surname is Zhu Minggui, and the cursive characters are prominent, if the prince does not dislike it, he can call it Xianda. Besides, the prince is old, and the official is a junior," and then the county commander raised his glass and said, "This wine can show the respect of the younger generation to the prince." ”

"The old man is just a commoner, don't mess with the usual, this is a suspicion of transgression."

"The prince has seen the foreign words," after finishing speaking, the county magistrate raised his glass again and said, "The younger generation is here to respect the prince." ”

"Yes, Hsinda."

In the dead of night, everyone was asleep, but the light in the prince's room was still on, and its light was dim and bright. Taigong sat in front of the desk, held the brush and dipped some ink freely, and then stood up, walked out of the window to support his waist, yawned, and then sat on the bed and stroked his beard, suddenly felt a little sleepy, blew out the candle next to him and fell asleep.

He Guoan is still the same as usual, sitting alone in the study every day, and he still does not leave the door, except for holidays. Every time in the dead of night, thoughts are like springs and sorrows. At home, he is not as good as his younger brother He Guozhi, who is deeply favored and likable by his family, and he is so cold in a corner that he secretly weeps. Maybe it's because of his mother's life, so he is not very popular with his family in this family, so he can't do anything else without hiding in the study, so he is not so important in his family's heart, like air. Only when he was a child, only Sister Qiuyue could talk to him and care about her. Now that Sister Qiuyue is gone, she thinks about it a lot, and she thinks about it. Only the waning moon on the horizon is so desolate, and I don't know who to talk to about the sorrow in my heart.

"Young master, please open the door," a maid called out in front of the door.

"Who? What's the matter? ”

"It's a slave, and the slave saw that the young master was still writing a book late at night, so she made some pastries."

Guoan immediately raised his head and said, "It's Sister Qiuyue, please come in." ”

The maid pushed open the door and saluted, "Young master." ”

"Let's put the pastry aside," Xiaolan then put the finished pastry on the side of the table and said, "The slave and maid will retire." ”

Guoan raised his head and looked at Xiaolan who was standing beside him, got up and hugged Xiaolan from behind, and said, "Sister Qiuyue, don't go, I miss you very much, I think about you all the time," maybe this Xiaolan looks a little like Qiuyue, and mistakenly thinks Xiaolan is Qiuyue.

"Young master, the slave is not Qiuyue, it's Xiaolan."

Guoan let go of his hand, sat down, and said very seriously: "Young Master Ben has given the name Qiuyue, today and in the future, you know?" ”

"The slave knows."

After Guoan adjusted his mood, he said calmly: "Qiuyue, this young master wants to drink, you go to my bedroom and bring the wine." ”

"Yes, the slave will go and get it."

Qiu Yue entered Guoan's bedroom and took out a bottle of Jian Nanchun, which had been treasured for many years. Then poured the wine into the bottle, He Guozhi got up and stood behind Qiu Yue, looked at her back, and said very affectionately: "Sister Qiu Yue, you also sit down and accompany me to have a bottle of turbid wine." ”

"Slaves don't dare."

"There's nothing to dare, today Young Master Ben's mood is a little boring, I want someone to talk to me, sit down."

"Slave maid go to the kitchen first to get some hot dishes."

"No, some pastries are enough to fill your belly, just sit down."