Chapter 2: Misfortune never comes singly

When Xi Fuwei arrived at Xi Fucui's courtyard, she happened to see him vomit a big mouthful of blood into the golden basin that the maid hurriedly served!
"How could this happen?!" Her voice trembled involuntarily, while supporting her brother, she yelled at her left and right, "Hurry up and ask the doctor?!"
Quezhi, the maid who has followed Xi Fucui the longest time, choked with sobs: "I have asked someone to invite..."
He took a deep breath and held back his tears, and continued to answer Xi Fuwei, "The son was lying down well, looking asleep, but suddenly he was about to sit up, saying that he felt unwell in his chest... The slaves helped the son Sitting on the couch, I was about to tell the master or the young lady, but the son..."
She tried hard to suppress, but still involuntarily brought out a whimper. It was said that the boy vomited blood, and the years were not guaranteed. Xi Fucui stayed on the couch for many days, and after several treatments, he didn't get better...In this situation, even if Magpie Zhi was a child and waited on the young man, the relationship between the master and the servant was deep, and 100,000 people did not want to think in a bad direction. An ominous premonition was uncontrollable.
Not only her, but Xi Fuwei was also in a flustered mood. After pinching her palms hard, she calmed down and said in a deep voice, "Send someone else! Please, the doctor hurry up!"
Before he finished his words, Xi Zongwang rushed in with a gust of wind, and was about to ask. At a glance, he saw his son's face pale and dying against his daughter's shoulder, and tears suddenly fell: "My son! You... don't scare your father. !"
Xi Fucui was very vacant at this moment. He was light and fluttering. He would fly up when he followed. There seemed to be people talking around, but he couldn't hear what was said.
Even who I am is gradually forgotten in this kind of eagerness to fly...
This Dongchang mansion's most outstanding talent in recent years, Dongchang's most optimistic junior in the middle school family, on the day of receiving the good news of the third Asian yuan in the high school list, his condition suddenly worsened and he died.
When I went there, I didn't even leave a last word.
"My son, why are you so cruel?" At night, in the hurriedly built mourning hall, old Xi Zongwang burst into tears, watching the young concubine Sun Xijiao kneeling in front of the brazier to burn paper, and choked with sobs, "You My mother went early. I have been both a father and a mother for my father over the years. It is so easy to bring you up. You are successful in school, and you have a good relationship with your sister... The father originally thought that the next step is to enjoy the happiness. Now... I didn't expect... You actually walked ahead of being a father..."
In the curtain of filial piety behind him, Xi Fuwei, dressed like a snowy sackcloth, knelt by the coffin, silent, tears gushing from her eyes, soaking her entire face.
"My Xi family ancestor, I have never done anything less about making porridge and repairing bridges."
"Since your mothers have gone, in order to pray for you, you will donate to the village for your father every year... Although your ability is limited, it is not a good person, but it is not a vicious person... Why does the white-haired person send the black-haired person? Put it on our house?!"
Xi Zongwang looked at the flames ignorantly, and couldn't figure it out, "If Guo Xi's family has done any evil in the past and wants retribution, why not repay me, this old bone, and what to do to fall on my young child?!"
He babbled and reviewed the three decades of his father and son who depended on each other for more than ten years, and finally he couldn't help howling and crying, "My father is old and weak, Weier has not yet been out of the cabinet, and Jiaoer is only six. Years old!!! You kid, why would you have the heart to go like this?! What will you do if you leave this old family behind?!"
The six-year-old Xi Jiao was ignorant, but cleverly knelt down in front of the brazier and handed paper money in front of his grandfather's request. He still didn't know what this scene meant.
However, listening to Xi Zongwang's grief-stricken cry, he was stunned and started to cry with sob.
Xi Fuwei in Xiao Lian noticed that she could no longer hold it back, walked a few steps on her knees, got up, walked out, hugged her nephew and let out a mournful cry!
This night, the three grandparents had a very long and cold time.
Early the next morning, the news of Xi Fucui's death spread, and people near and far were very surprised.
They just heard about the news of the senior master of Xi’s high school Yayuan, and they are preparing a generous gift, and they are dressed up and ready to come to the door to say joy. Who knows that the situation has changed in a blink of an eye, but now they are going to be annoyed... Apart from the accident, some people are worried. It's also gratifying.
The Xi family was not a native of Dongchang Mansion.
The reason for the settlement here is that the previous dynasty has to be involved. It is the "Blue Jade Case" that shocked the world during the reign of Emperor Taizu. This incident was caused by the clan’s death of Yi Gong, Thirteen Hou, and Er Bo. The so-called "Blue Party" is said to have more than 15,000 people!
The Xi family was also involved. After some turmoil, the remaining children moved from Jiannan to Dongchang Mansion.
In the past few years, although they have often given alms and donations to the township, they have been faintly excluded among the local squires.
It is still in recent years that such an outstanding junior as Xi Fucui has agreed to a marriage with Wen Jia, and with the introduction and help of Wen Jia, he has gradually been accepted by them.
But in the final analysis, this kind of acceptance is about seeing the family's face, and these people may not have no resentment towards the Xi family.
Now that Xi Fucui is gone, where can we be miserable?
It's just that Xi's family still has a Xi Fuwei. This is the fiancée of Wen's zongzi. Wen's family has always attached great importance to this prospective daughter-in-law. Since the engagement, the condolences during the holidays have never ceased.
Even if Xi Fucui died, the relationship between Xi's family and Wen's family may not end here.
So I changed into plain clothes and brought gifts to the door to express my condolences.
The three Xi family grandparents cried all night with a headache, and they were all very tired, but at this moment they had to drag their tired body to greet the guests. What makes them most sad is the murmurs and pointers from the crowd from time to time, the attitude of treating irrelevant tragedies as a pastime after dinner...makes them angry and helpless...
Being sad, there was a sudden noise outside.
Then I heard several people rushing to greet "Brother Qingtong", Xi Fuwei heard it, and through the curtain of filial piety, she mutely reminded: "Daddy, it's the chief manager of the Wen family!"
Xi Zongwang was in a daze for a while, then wiped away his tears, and greeted him staggeringly.
After the curtain of filial piety, Xi Fuwei bit her vermilion lips tightly, and her pale face gradually showed a dignified color: Wen Jia's importance to the Xi family's marriage, no one in Dongchang Mansion knows! Before every New Year's Day, it was the people of the tribe and even Wen Xianyun who came here in person... Now that Xi Fucui has passed away, there is only one manager for such a big thing...
Xi Fuwei secretly prayed that things must not be what she thought!
It's not that she consciously lost her elder brother's backing. If Wen's family retired, it would be difficult to find a better one.
But he was afraid that Xi Zongwang would not be able to stand the worse blow.
Wen's chief manager, Wen Qingbao, went in for incense after entering the door. He comforted Xi Zongwang in soft words and explained that Wen's family was very busy recently, so he could only let himself run errands... and left afterwards.
After he left, the people in the mourning hall exchanged meaningful eyes with each other: Zhun's daughter-in-law's elder brother passed away, and Wen's family only came to take care of the job, but from beginning to end, they did not ask Zhun Shao after the filial piety. If the madam is well... the intention here can be tasted by fools!
Xi Zongwang, who was still immersed in the grief of losing his son in old age, did not react for the time being, but Xi Fuwei's heart sank completely.
That night, taking advantage of the chance that the mourners were gone, she watched Xi Jiao tired and fell asleep by the coffin, covered him with a blanket, waved back and left, and went out and said to Xi Zongwang, "Daddy, I want to retire!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xi Zongwang was looking at his son's spirit card in silence. He didn't want to cry anymore, but the tears had already dried up and couldn't shed at all.
Listening to my daughter's words at this moment, I was stunned for a moment before reacting, "Yesterday, my family Wen Jia just came to discuss the matter..."
"My brother was gone yesterday!" Xi Fuwei interrupted in a low voice, "Daddy, how did this marriage come about? Who doesn't know? People are not interested in me at all, but the future of my brother! But my brother! Not anymore... Yesterday, the uncle and aunt of Wen Xianyun hurried away. It can be said that such a major event happened in our family. They want to go back and report to Wen's family as soon as possible, but today they are only in charge... Wen's family Patriarch is not in Dongchang Mansion now, but Wen Xianyun is there!"
"He and his brother are classmates, or my fiance, knowing the bad news about the death of his brother, they didn't even show up...Wen Jia's current thoughts, is there any point?"
"Our family's foundation in Dongchang Mansion is nothing compared to Wen's family!"
"Now that Wen Jia has the intention of repenting the marriage, he has brought it forward without knowing it... Is it still waiting for others to tear his face?"
She sighed, "After all, it’s the Wen family's other people who have made me a relationship with me. I am the son of the Wen family! Daddy, ask yourself... If you are the head of the Wen family, you will let the children of the heir family marry an ordinary squire. daughter?!"
Without Xi Fucui, although the Xi family had a small property, it was not enough for everyone.
Such as their own squires, there are a lot of them in Dongchang Mansion.
In front of Wen Jia who has controlled Dongchang Mansion for several generations, they are all ants.
If Wen Jia's wish was to keep this one-third of acre of land, Xi Fuwei's own talent and appearance could be more valued. However, judging from their actions immediately after the Xi Fucui Junior was admitted as a talent, it was obvious that they had great ideas for further revitalizing the family.
In this way, without the elder brother of the young talent as the backer, why would the Wen family continue to accept Xi Fuwei as his wife? !
Seeing Xi Zongwang listening, her face changed and her lips trembled slightly. She couldn't bear it for a moment, but after a pause, she still said, "Father, listen to me, tomorrow... I will send someone to Wenjia to say quit. For relatives, for reasons, it is said that Wen’s Zongzi is too old and urgently needs his wife to pass the house, and since I have to be filial to my elder brother, now there are only you and the Jiaoer at home, and I am really worried! So I plan to post a few years in the cabinet In order to avoid delaying him, let's retire!"
"Wen's family may not agree at first, but let's be resolute and they will agree."
"So both of them are willing, and there is no need to go through the government, and that's it."
She has always been worried about Wen Xianyun's filial piety, and she was still telling Xi Fucui about it before, but now she is not reluctant to withdraw from her relatives, at most because of the self-esteem of a girl at this age, she feels a little embarrassed.
So the thinking is very clear at this moment, and I am calm as if talking about someone else's marriage.
However, Xi Zongwang's heart was like a knife, choked up and said: "It's all useless for the father..."
After being sad for a long time, he calmed down under the comfort of his daughter.
Who knows, when he woke up early the next morning, the old butler came in personally to report: "Master, miss, my uncle is here!"