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

In the past three days and two nights, he has only done one thing, and he has been doing one thing continuously.

Sharpen the gun!

This spear head is covered with a layer of ancestral spear as cold as the moon, which has witnessed the rise and fall of Qinjiazhuang for hundreds of years, and has drunk the blood of countless strongmen, and is now put into the ancestral hall for worship, which has supreme inheritance significance.

Whenever the family is in danger, the children of the Qin family will use this ancestral spear to support the hope of the family, fight a bloody road, and show the prestige of the family.

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

The son was sent to the Wutong Courtyard alive, but he was sent back with an almost cold corpse. The doctor invited at least a dozen, and after taking the pulse, they all apologized and explained: Let's prepare for the future.

Funeral?

If the son dies, the only incense in the family will be broken. What else is there to say about Qinjiazhuang?

Qin Lianshan was too lazy to think about the future, and during the three days and two nights that his son was in a coma, there was only one thought - revenge, revenge!

Use the ancestral gun to kill the murderer of your son, and kill him all over the house!

Qin Lianshan is a patriarch of a cold family in Donglin Town. At the age of thirty-two, he gave birth to Qin Wushuang, the only son.

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

Qin Lianshan was married for six years, and only got a daughter from Qin Sleeve. The outside world is full of rumors.

"Even the mountains and the sea, the children and grandchildren can't connect the incense, this is not even a fart?"

"This Qin family, one generation is not as good as the next, the next 'family theory', their Qin family's humble status, I'm afraid they won't be able to keep it. ”

"Hehe, I heard that the Qin family thought about a hundred years ago, but it was also a wealthy family. I didn't expect that the 'family theory', which was evaluated once in 20 years, was actually downgraded by one level every year, two or three times in a row. It is estimated that in the next session, he will really become a civilian like us. ”

Some of these words were muttered behind his back and reached his ears, and some of them were simply outspoken, and they were also undisguised in front of Qin Lianshan.

Later, his wife Tian Miao was angry, and finally gave birth to a son, that is, Qin Wushuang. As soon as this child was born, he carried all the hopes of the Qin family, but he was beaten to death when he studied in the Wutong Academy!

Soon after giving birth to her son, his wife also died of postpartum wind.

first suffered the pain of losing his wife in middle age, and now he has suffered the loss of his son!

Now that the incense has been cut off, and the Qin family's plan for revival has been shattered in an instant, how can Qin Lianshan not be broken? With a son, there is hope for the Qin family! Without a son, all the family's plans for rejuvenation will become empty talk!

This is not that Qin Lianshan is patriarchal, but that all the secular rules of this world are dominated by a clear-cut male surname.

Take the 20-year national surname "Family Treatise" as an example, and it will be held again in four years. The result of this family argument will determine whether the Qin family can retain a place in the nobility.

And the first prerequisite for participating in this "family discussion" is whether there is a male heir!

And then there are other indicators.

If there is no son, the incense is broken, and everything is not to be discussed. Everyone knows that a family without men cannot have lasting vitality.

Qin Lianshan is a strong man, and he never wants the Qin family, which has inherited incense for more than 400 years in the Baiyue Kingdom, to lose the qualification of nobility in his own hands and be reduced to civilian status.

Although, at this time, the Qin family was already the lowest level among the nobles, that is, the Hanmen.

Even if it is a poor family, after all, it still retains the status of a nobleman, and has some corresponding powers of the noble, including social status, land, manor, business, etc.

Once the qualification of the poor is also deprived, it will be demoted to civilian status. Then the Qin family's great business will first change hands and become someone else's property.

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

As soon as his son died, all the hopes of the Qin family suddenly turned to ashes!

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

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

Whoever seeks to produce the property of my Qin clan, hit it five times with force.

Those who seek the status of my Qin clan will be attacked with ten times the strength.

If you want to kill my Qin family, hit it with all your might, and the jade will be burned, at any cost!

The head of the spear has been polished to a bright point, and Sen Senran exudes a cold glow that pierces the eyes. The cold glint in Qin Lianshan's eyes was a little more fierce than the head of the spear.

Bang, bang!

It was midnight, and outside the ancestral hall, someone was banging on the door with all his might. Qin Lianshan knew that it was his henchman Qin Sixi when he heard the footsteps.

Only Qin Sixi knew that he, the patriarch, was staying in the ancestral hall.

Qin Lianshan ignored it and continued to sharpen his gun, as if all his hard work was poured into this gun, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger and pain in the action of sharpening the gun......

Bang, bang, bang!

Qin Sixi slammed the door with all his might: "Patriarch, patriarch!"

Qin Lianshan said with a hint of anger: "Sixi, I said it, don't disturb me!"

"Patriarch, good ...... Good news. Young Master, he's come back to life!" Qin Sixi spoke incoherently, almost crying.

Bang Dang!

Qin Lianshan was stunned for a moment, the hand holding the handle of the gun suddenly felt weak, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the big gun fell to the ground, and the head of the gun smashed on the whetstone, shooting out a little spark.

"Patriarch, it's true, the young master has come back to life! The eldest lady is sending people all over Donglin Town to look for you. Qin Sixi was in tears, crying while talking, digging Qin Lianshan's heart every word.

"Alive?" Qin Lianshan wanted to stand up, but he felt that the sky was spinning, and he stumbled under his feet, as if he was in a dream. Is my son not dead?

Staggered to the door, about to open it. Suddenly, my thoughts turned and I stopped. After tidying up the scattered clothes, he turned around and respectfully picked up the ancestral big gun and put it back in the place of worship.

After doing all this, Qin Lianshan tried to restrain his excitement, so he opened the door in a hurry.

He is the head of a family and the father of two children, and all emotions, all joys, sorrows, and sorrows can only be vented in the door of the ancestral hall.

Stepping out of this door, he must set the example that a patriarch and father should be.

Ahead, her daughter Qin Sleeve ran towards this side with a happy face: "Dad, Dad, brother, he didn't die, he came back to life!"

Qin Lianshan looked at his daughter, looked at the excited Qin Sixi, the waves in his heart had already flooded, but his expression was like an ancient well, and he said "um" softly.

Under his feet, he walked swiftly towards the manor.

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

"Miss......" Qin Sixi stopped Qin Sleeve and shook his head at her gently, "Miss, don't disturb the patriarch, let him go alone." The patriarch has been sitting here for three days and two nights, and he has been depressed for too long!"

"Uncle Sixi, Daddy has been staying in the ancestral hall?" Qin Sleeve looked inside incredulously.

"Stayed all the time, kept sharpening the gun. ”

Qin Sleeve was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood something. couldn't help but lose his face, and asked carefully: "Uncle Sixi, what is Daddy grinding the gun for?"

Qin Sixi sighed: "Miss, this matter must not be mentioned in front of the patriarch. Now that the young master has come back to life, all the turmoil has passed. This ancestral spear, let's continue to enshrine it here. ”

This loyal old servant, who has served Qin Lianshan for decades, knows the patriarch's surname 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 held the mentality of a dead fish and a broken net, and was ready to burn the jade.

Thankfully, the young master finally came back to life. Qinjiazhuang also came out of the quagmire from the abyss of destruction.

Qin Sleeve frowned lightly, looked up and saw the ancestral training in the ancestral hall, thoughtful.

......

The first time Wu Xinghe saw Qin Lianshan, he knew who was coming. The feeling that father and son are connected and flesh and blood are connected is like the luck that has been set in the past life and this life.

Qin Lianshan didn't have a soft voice of comfort, just a simple look, but he clearly outlined the role of a father who came out of the abyss of despair.

Is this what the legendary father's love is like a mountain?

Wu Xinghe's heart was a little blocked, tidal, with a hint of emotion and warmth.

It was with this look that Wu Xinghe felt the weight of Qin Wushuang in this man's heart. I felt all the predicament of this family, all the pressure.

At the same time, he also felt what a heavy responsibility had been pressed on the shoulders of his new identity.

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

Is it our duty to rise to the challenge? or to put aside the entanglement and leave it alone?

The real tears of my sister Qin Sleeve and the eyes of my father full of love seem to have given all the answers.

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