Chapter 1657: Chapter 1657 Wish
Zhou Shuren saw several keys in the box, and underneath the keys were two deeds. "What is this?"
Logically, wasn’t the Rong family’s wealth all given to Ming Teng? When Fourth Uncle handed it over to him, he specifically wanted him to witness it.
Rong Yushang coughed, drank a sip of water to suppress the cough, and then said: "I have saved a sum of Silver Coin, and now I’m handing it over to you for safekeeping. I hope there will come a day when it won’t be needed."
The experiences of the Rong family are vivid in his mind. Over the years, he has left many backroads, and this one he’s handing over to Shuren’s lineage. He hopes the Rong family won’t have to use it, nor the Zhou family.
Zhou Shuren held the box, "I will keep it safe."
"Yes, let’s hope no one ever needs it."
He doesn’t care about these fortunes and would rather they remain buried underground.
Zhou Shuren, "Fourth Uncle, rest well."
Rong Yushang was indeed tired. He had said quite a bit, and when he saw the maid bringing the medicine bowl, he didn’t want to drink it but ultimately sighed and downed it when he met his nephew’s eyes.
Zhou Shuren got up and said to Ming Teng, "I’ll head back first, take good care of him."
Ming Teng, seeing great-grandfather drink the medicine, spoke with a touch of joy, "Grandfather, rest well. I will take good care of great-grandfather."
Zhou Shuren left the room, holding the box in his arms, and walked step by step toward the main courtyard. Jin Yan spoke up, "Mr. Hou, are you alright?"
Zhou Shuren glanced back at the courtyard of Fourth Uncle, knowing the many years they shared as elders. How could their affection be lacking? There was a hint of sadness in his tone, "I’m fine. It’s not early anymore; you should go home and rest too."
He’s accustomed to Jin Yan’s close guarding. Shen Xing can be a little relaxed, but Jin Yan is always following him.
Jin Yan, concerned, said, "Mr. Hou, take good care of yourself."
"Alright."
In the main courtyard, Zhulan noticed Zhou Shuren’s unusual mood, "Is Fourth Uncle’s illness worsening?"
"No, Fourth Uncle doesn’t want to live."
His last wishes have all been entrusted to him.
Zhulan, "This."
Zhou Shuren put down the box, "Death for Fourth Uncle is a liberation. His entire life has been devoted to the Rong family, and now he can finally lay down all burdens. We should be happy for him."
Zhulan moved her lips, indeed, laying down the burdens and walking freely is better than continuing to carry the entire family. Fourth Uncle’s life couldn’t be described as bitter, only too exhausting.
The sense of family responsibility in ancient times is something some modern family inherit, but more live for their little families.
She’s seen many family responsibilities since coming to ancient times; Fourth Uncle moved her the most. How short life is, yet Fourth Uncle did his utmost for the family.
Zhou Shuren continued, "Prepare everything that needs to be prepared."
Zhulan sighed, "Fourth Uncle has always arranged his affairs after he’s gone."
The maintenance of the cemetery was done after Ming Teng was adopted; Fourth Uncle found someone to repair it.
The couple felt deeply, and, unable to eat during dinner, they had a few bites before sitting silently, until it was time to rest.
That night, Zhou Shuren slept very restlessly, in a half-awake state, and it took him a while to perk up when he opened his eyes in the morning. Since he wasn’t disturbed last night, Fourth Uncle should have been relatively peaceful.
Zhulan got up, "Getting up?"
Zhou Shuren shook his head; he had taken a few days off, "I’ll lie down a bit longer."
Zhulan didn’t sleep much now; lying down for too long made her head hurt. She got up, dressed, and when Qing Xue heard the noise, she brought the maid in. The curtains were drawn open, and Zhulan was stunned, "It’s snowing?"
Qing Xue, holding a comb, "Yes, it started snowing in the second half of the night."
Zhulan looked outside, "Another winter has come."
Time flies by so quickly; she has been in ancient times for nearly twenty years.
When breakfast was ready, Zhou Shuren got up. He didn’t bother tidying up, dressed casually, and had a simple breakfast of plain porridge and pickles. It was light but he ate quite a lot.
After the couple finished their meal, they donned their cloaks and went to see Fourth Uncle. When they arrived, Fourth Uncle was drinking porridge, hadn’t eaten much, and really couldn’t eat, motioning for Ming Teng to take it away.
The old man wiped his mouth and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
Zhou Shuren suppressed the pain in his heart; Fourth Uncle’s face lacked spirit, "We’ve eaten. Fourth Uncle, can’t you eat?"
The old man, "Can’t eat; my mouth still tastes of medicine."
Ming Teng interrupted, "You’ll get better if you take the medicine."
The old man, "I know my own body."
Then he said to Shuren, "It’s good you’ve come; I’ve prepared everything for after I’m gone. You don’t have to worry, cough, cough, tomorrow I’ll return to the Rong Residence."
Zhulan felt a sting in her nose upon hearing it; the old man wants to pass away in the Rong Residence, "Snow is falling outside; it’s not suitable for moving."
The old man, "It’s my final wish."
Ming Teng anxiously looked at his grandfather but heard his grandfather say, "Alright, I’ll accompany you back then."
The old man smiled, "Good, good. Thank you for all these years."
Zhou Shuren, "I will go to the palace later."
The old man was startled and sighed, "Very well."
The couple sat for a while, waiting for the old man to sleep after taking his medicine, then prepared to leave. Zhulan, feeling for her grandson, who had stayed up all night, "You rest for a while too."
Ming Teng couldn’t sleep, "Grandmother, I’m in good health."
Zhulan didn’t persuade him much; since Ming Teng’s adoption, Fourth Uncle taught him hand-in-hand. Now, the one who feels the most pain is Ming Teng, "Hey."
The couple returned to the main courtyard, Zhou Shuren did a quick wash and dressed in thick casual clothes, and got ready to go to the palace.
Zhulan handed over the prepared hot water bottle, "Take care of yourself too."
Zhou Shuren, "Hmm."
A quarter of an hour later, Zhou the eldest came to the main courtyard, "Mother, the neighboring Rong Residence’s door is open."
Zhulan, "Yes, your uncle wants to move back."
"Mother, uncle is ill!"
Zhulan sighed, "It’s your uncle’s wish."
Zhou the eldest understood lightly, his eyes reddened. "I’ll go accompany uncle."
"Go on."
After the son left, Zhulan sat by the window. The snow outside hadn’t stopped, Fourth Uncle had arranged everything, touching the edge of the window. This used to be the Rong Residence, and her eyes felt sour.
On the ship returning to the capital, Yu Jiao kept laughing, making Ming Hui’s face blacken like the bottom of a pot, "Very amused?"
Yu Jiao cleared her throat, "Brother, I noticed that every time you go out, you have a particularly good luck with love."
Yu Yi also couldn’t help but laugh, indeed, his luck was good.
Ming Hui felt headache, "Just laugh if you want."
He glanced at his future brother-in-law, and seeing Yu Yueyang’s dimples, it was clear that Yu Yueyang appeared even more foolish, so why was he persistent in looking at him?
Yu Yueyang raised an eyebrow. As soon as he boarded the ship, he spread the news that he has a fiancée, unless his brain was crazed to lock onto him.
Yu Jiao stopped laughing, "Brother, are you going out to watch the rain?"
Ming Hui poked his sister’s forehead, "You’re being cheeky."
Yu Yi looked out the window, "The rain is getting heavier. Fortunately, we bought extra charcoal to bring on board."
Even with the windows closed, the chill could still be felt. She pulled her cloak closer.
Yu Jiao was displeased, "Snow is better than rain; our bedding will get damp again."
Yu Yi spoke to the maid, "Burn more charcoal. Do not save it; I bought enough to last."