plumnovel Chapter 90 The Wang Family of Taiyuan
Chapter 90 The Wang Family of Taiyuan
Chapter 90 The Wang Family of Taiyuan
The original owner went to find his second uncle, Wang Luo. His second uncle wouldn't even let him in the door.
Through the door, my second uncle only threw out one sentence, as cold as ice: "If you want to die, then die. Don't drag me down with you. Go back home. Just like your good-for-nothing father, don't even think about dragging me down with you."
He refused to accept it. A teenager, he was stubbornly convinced of his own reasoning—his parents died under mysterious circumstances, and if he, as their son, didn't investigate thoroughly, he would be unworthy of being a son.
So he continued his investigation on his own. He searched through everything he could in his father's study, laying out every note and every account book on the table for comparison.
But there were still no clues.
He wanted to continue investigating, but he no longer had the chance.
First, my father's study was cleared out by the clan under the pretext of sorting through his belongings. All the letters, account books, and notes disappeared overnight.
Then the clan leader came to talk to him, and his words conveyed the same message: you are still young and don't understand.
Your father is dead, so there's no point in investigating some things.
If you don't investigate, you might still be a member of the Wang family. But if you insist on investigating, don't blame the clan for being ruthless.
The original owner was furious and went to confront his uncle. His uncle didn't say anything, he just looked at him.
"Sigh!" The uncle sighed, then reached out and gently pressed his shoulder, patting it lightly.
That moment was like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head; he understood immediately. His uncle didn't not want to help him; he was afraid to.
He wasn't an unreasonable person; he knew that Fu Bo wasn't just a person, and that he also had his own family.
From then on, the original owner of this body was like a different person. He no longer went to the clan to ask any questions, nor did he search for his parents' belongings.
He sits under the old locust tree in the yard every day, lost in thought, from morning till night.
He was unwilling to accept it. But he had no choice; his health deteriorated until he finally passed away.
Then Wang Zhi also transmigrated, not by invading, but by merging. He inherited both the original owner's memories and emotions.
He lay on that old wooden bed for a whole day, going through the original owner's memories again and again.
He got out of bed, walked into the yard, looked at the old locust tree, and made a decision. He was going to leave the Wang family. To leave completely and cleanly.
It wasn't about escaping; it was about surviving. The original owner had already proven with his life that staying in the Wang family and investigating the truth only led to death.
He didn't want to die. He needed to live to have a chance to know the truth, and only by living could he have the right to seek justice for those two people.
But before that, he must first get out of this quagmire.
He took the initiative to go to the clan elder. He only made two requests.
First, the two hundred mu of land in Lantian County belong to him.
That was a small plot of land that his father had purchased with his own savings before his death. It was not near Taiyuan and had no connection with the Wang family's property.
Secondly, the clan publicly wrote a document stating that from now on he would sever all ties with the Wang family of Taiyuan.
He is not a member of the Wang family, and the Wang family is no longer his clan.
As for all the remaining property left by the parents, it all went to the clan.
These words shocked everyone in the room.
The elders looked at each other in bewilderment at first, then some whispered among themselves, while others remained silent.
The reason for their silence was not that they were reluctant to part with them, but rather that they were afraid of being ridiculed by other tribes.
Finally, the elderly man in the main seat spoke: "Have you thought this through?"
He said he had thought it through.
The document was drafted quickly. He signed it and pressed his fingerprint on it. The clan elders also signed it one by one.
The whole process was quiet and orderly. No one slammed their fist on the table and berated him for forgetting his roots, nor did anyone make sarcastic or mocking remarks.
For a powerful clan like the Wang family of Taiyuan, the departure of a collateral descendant was not worth making a big fuss about.
The two hundred acres of land he wanted were just a drop in the ocean compared to the clan's property, perhaps not even worth mentioning.
The businesses he gave up from his father might have seemed like enormous wealth to outsiders.
But for a family like the Wang family of Taiyuan, they are equally insignificant.
What truly reassured the elders was his initiative to sever ties—it's likely that in their eyes, this young man had worn them down considerably over the past six months.
They wanted to punish him, but couldn't find a reason. Punishing him without cause was something that aristocratic families couldn't afford to do.
Since he wants to sever ties with the Wang family, then let him do it.
It's better to keep them in the clan so they don't cause any trouble someday.
No one asked him why he did it. Perhaps some guessed, perhaps no one did. But in any case, no one spoke. He folded his own document, put it in his pocket, and turned to leave the ancestral hall.
When he came out of the ancestral hall, he saw his uncle, Wang Huan. His uncle stood under the old locust tree outside the ancestral hall, his expression complicated, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Finally, he took a few steps forward, stuffed a small cloth bag into his hand, and said, "These are some old things your father used back then. Take them with you as a keepsake."
Then he patted him on the shoulder, turned and walked away. After a few steps, he turned back, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
He saw his second uncle, Wang Luo, again. His second uncle stood at the far end of the alley, as silent and cold as ever.
Their eyes met briefly. The second uncle, expressionless, turned and disappeared into the alley. He didn't utter a single word from beginning to end.
He didn't think much of it. That very day, he packed a few changes of clothes, hired a mule cart, and left Taiyuan with the document and the cloth bag.
As the mule cart drove out of the city gate, he glanced back. The gray city walls of Taiyuan cast long shadows in the slanting winter sun. He didn't look back again.
Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. The fact that two letters have been sent at the same time indicates that there has finally been some movement in Taiyuan.
Wang Zhi opened his uncle's letter.
The letter unfolded, its tone restrained and measured. The gist was: I heard you've settled down in Lantian; your uncle has been thinking of you.
Your uncle couldn't dissuade you from making that decision, nor did he dare to. He still feels guilty about it.
But thinking about it carefully, you were right to leave. Some things, once they're over, are over; the living are always more important than the dead.
A few days ago, someone from the eldest son's side inquired about your recent situation, asking which families in Chang'an you had dealings with.
I can't ask too many questions, but I can only remind you: be careful in everything you do.
I already had someone bring you some of your father's old belongings last time. If you need anything else, just write to me.
The inscription reads "Uncle Huanshou Su".
After reading the letter, Wang Zhihuan neatly placed it on the stone table. His uncle was still the same as always.
He left things unsaid; his concern was genuine, but so was his caution.
He kept his father's belongings and cared for him, but on the most crucial issue, he never gave an inch.
I didn't dare say it back then, and I still don't dare say it now.
Of course, I don't blame him. If he were in his shoes, he probably would have done the same. After all, family is more important than a nephew.
He hesitated for a moment before opening his second uncle's letter.
The letter was shorter than his uncle's, and the handwriting was strong and bold, each character as if it had been carved with a knife.
The wording was as cold and hard as ever, without any pleasantries or formalities.
The gist is: You've done a good job in Lantian for the past six months. Living a simple life farming is better than anything else.
Your father didn't understand this principle back then. He was always jumping around, thinking he was something special. You saw with your own eyes what happened to him in the end.
You're smarter than your father—if you don't cause trouble, you'll live a long life. Your father never understood this until his death, but you do.
well.
I heard you've started brewing wine and gained some fame in Chang'an. This is both your skill and your good fortune.
But if you're running a distillery all by yourself, how many jars can you brew? How many strings of cash can you sell? Your family can help you with these things.
The prestige of the Wang family of Taiyuan is unmatched by anyone else. You should organize the brewing recipe and hand it over to the clan.
The clan will manage things for you and make a name for you. If you know what's good for you, the clan will allow you to return to the Wang family.
This is a rare opportunity. Seize it.
The last two lines are particularly jarring—"Returning to the family and bringing glory to the lineage is the right path. Do not lead yourself astray."
There was no greeting, no signature.