In Yangcheng, the cold wind of late autumn carries a lot of humidity and jumps in the streets and alleys of Yangcheng.

The Battle of Songhu had a great impact on Yangcheng, because the port of Shanghai was no longer usable, and the open sea was full of Japanese warships, and a large number of cargo ships gathered in Yangcheng, waiting to be unloaded.

On the docks of Yangcheng, there are shirtless men everywhere, holding water hyacinths in their hands, desperately pouring them into their mouths; Let the sweat slide down from the face and back, fall to the ground and fall into eight petals; They don't have to look for cargo ships now, the cargo ships in the harbor seem to be endless, waiting for these men, and the docks are busy.

Yangcheng Xiguan, Feng House.

As a wealthy businessman in Guangzhou, the Feng family is prosperous, but now the Feng house is quiet and terrible, only the coughing sound of the old man keeps coming, and the autumn and winter season is the most difficult season for the elderly.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

Old Man Feng was lying on the bamboo couch, as if he was going to carve out his lungs, and a doctor was taking the old man's pulse.

"Doctor, how's it going?"

An old lady frowned and asked the attentive doctor.

"Hey, old man, this is an old problem, pay attention not to catch a cold, rest at ease, and when spring begins, it will be better."

The doctor has been treating the old man for some years, shaking his head, saying that there is no good way to treat the old man's illness, the key is that the old man is too old, and he does not dare to use some medicines.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

With a violent cough, the old man finally spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and his heart fluctuated violently, as if he had exhausted all his strength, lying on the bamboo couch and kicking desperately.

"Old man"

"Father"

"Father"

"Father"

The old lady and several sons next to her called the old man nervously.

"Where's the Boss?"

Old Man Kang's voice was tired, and when he turned his head, he didn't see his eldest son, and asked with his lips squirming.

"Father."

A middle-aged man poked his head out from the back of the crowd, his full head of gray hair showing the ravages of time, and it was obvious that his appearance showed that he was obviously too old.

"Is there any news from Zhaozhang?" asked the old man.

"No, the Songhu will be defeated by the Warring States Army, Zhaozhang is afraid"

The middle-aged man with white hair had tears in his eyes, and he could no longer speak despite his grief.

Since Feng Ye went to the Songhu battlefield, there has been no news back to Guangzhou, not only to worry Feng Ng's father, but also to the old man who has poured a lot of care and expectations.

"Blood is thicker than water, how do you get your hands?"

The old man trembled and stretched out his right hand and pointed to the circle of people in front of him.

Three months ago, Feng Yi was arrested in a small place like Tanlong out of Nanjing City, and when the news came back to Guangzhou, the old man fainted directly; It's just that the inner ghost is, and the old man doesn't know until now, no one will offend people when the family inherits, because the qualifications of the big house are gone.

Now the three houses that may inherit the family property are suspected, because the big house has a sister-in-law, and if you want to inherit the family industry, the son-in-law is the most basic condition.

"Let's all go"

The old man sighed, waved his hand, and let a few sad-faced sons leave, he just wanted to be alone now

"How are you feeling, old man?"

In front of the bamboo couch was the old lady and an old servant standing in the corner.

"I can't die yet." Old Man Feng closed his eyes.

"Old man, it's time to set an heir, for the sake of the Feng family, we can't delay it any longer."

The old lady looked at Old Man Feng on the bamboo couch and persuaded him.

"Old man, it's really not good, divide the family property into four, all of them are your sons, so everyone has nothing to say"

The old woman looked at the silent Old Man Feng and tried to get the best of both worlds.

"You don't know how much of the Feng family's family property was passed on to me, in my father's generation, the Feng family had already experienced a separation; What happened to the result, we almost didn't even keep our ancestral house, if it weren't for" Speaking of this, Old Man Feng suddenly stopped his voice, he was recalling the days of swords and swords;

"Now every penny of family property is earned by labor and capital, no matter who I give or how much I give, that is my heart; But they can't rob it, once this precedent is opened, the Feng family will fall immediately, and when the time comes, there will not even be any scum left Uncle Wang, send the lady back to rest, and let the boss come in. ”

Old Man Feng opened his eyes, as the leader who led the development and growth of the family in the troubled times, he had a very clear mind, and knew that the more this time, the more he could not be in a hurry.

"Master, it's all your son, you have to think twice"

The old woman knew that the old man was really not disturbed by her, but he still hoped to get some of the family property for his sons.

"Father"

The white-haired middle-aged man stood in front of the bamboo couch and wanted to say something, but when he saw his father's appearance, he couldn't help but didn't speak.

"Fushun, have you found out who it is," the old man asked.

"Father, does it matter who it is, Zhaozhang has no news, Laneige washes his face with tears all day long, your body is like this again, father, I give up inheriting the family property and accompany Laneige back to his hometown in the countryside"

The middle-aged man is Feng Yi's father, Feng Fushun, and as for the Laneige in his mouth, it is Feng Yi's mother.

"Zhaozhang is not dead yet, then there is a chance, I can still withstand it"

The old man shook his hand and said.

"Father, now that the fierce war between China and Japan is raging, even if Zhaozhang is not dead, he will continue to stay in the army, he is already a deserter, and if he violates military discipline, there is only one way to die, he has no chance."

Feng Fushun shook his head, he has now given up his extravagant hopes, his son may never come back, thousands of people die every day on the battlefield of China and Japan, and it is too difficult for his son to survive the battlefield like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"The manor or house in the country, the two hundred acres of land around it, are given to you; Go for it."

The old lady closed her eyes painfully and gave Feng Fushun something, which could be regarded as a complete withdrawal from the inheritance of the Feng family's huge property.

For the Feng family, the little thing given by the old man is not even a drop in the penny, and the huge business and connections are their pillars.

Although the old man loves the big house very much, he can't violate the basic rules, the backbone of the Feng family cannot be split, and it must be passed on, so that the Feng family will continue to stand at the top of the wealthy businessmen.

And now the problem in front of the old man is the real problem, his choice is to determine the future of the Feng family, the big house he focuses on cultivating cannot inherit the family property because of the family infighting, and the remaining three sons continue to fight for the inheritance right, if you don't want the Feng family to continue to consume in the infighting, the old man Feng must quickly designate the heir.