Great Imperial Merchant

All the ancestors of the Cheng family are enshrined in the ancestral hall, and the tablets are placed neatly on the altar, telling the history of the whole family's prosperity up to now.

The rightmost position in the second row belongs to Cheng Weizhe's father, Lin Shaofeng.

In the past, every Qingming Festival, Cheng Weizhe would come in, first kneel down to worship the ancestors of the Cheng family, and finally wipe Lin Shaofeng's memorial tablet carefully.

This year's Qingming Festival was the same, but in less than eight months, he returned to this gloomy ancestral hall, kneeling in front of his father's memorial tablet.

It has been three years, three full years, more than 1000 days and nights since Dad closed his eyes.

Cheng Weizhe knelt on the futon, clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and silently told his father what he wanted to say in his heart.

Dad, I'm living a good life now. After seven days pass, I can take you out of here and never come back.

Dad, Xiao Yuan is back again, haven't you always liked him?The two of us are together, and we will worship you together in the future.

Dad, son, I miss you...

Warm tears slowly slipped from the corners of his eyes, Cheng Weizhe didn't wipe them, and he didn't want to either.

Dad, these people who make you uncomfortable are kneeling in front of you now, are you happy?

A gust of cold wind suddenly passed through the hall, and the eternal candle burning in front of the tablet flickered on and off, as if the dead sighed silently.

Yang Zhongyuan knelt beside Cheng Weizhe, but instead of closing his eyes, he stared at Lin Shaofeng's memorial tablet seriously.

May Uncle Feng have a smooth life in his next life, be safe and sound, and grow old together with his beloved with endless love.

Compared to the piety and sorrow of the two of them, the other three middle-aged people who knelt together in front of Lin Shaofeng's tablet were not so indifferent.

Because it was dedicated to the anniversary of Lin Shaofeng's death, his memorial tablet was placed separately on a square table, with two white longevity candles and three sticks of incense sticks lit in front of it.

According to the orderly rules of elder and younger, Cheng He was in the center of the front, and Bai Xiaozhu and Cheng Yao were kneeling beside him, with their heads bowed and silent.

Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan knelt behind them, as long as they opened their eyes, they could see them clearly.

Among the three of them, Cheng Yao was the better one. Although he was instantly aged a lot because of the matter of the eldest son, he still knelt down on the futon in a proper manner, closed his eyes and said nothing.

And Bai Xiaozhu on the far left is the worst-looking one among them.

Ever since Cheng Weishu broke his leg, he, the father, has been busy taking care of him. The injury hurts his son, but it hurts in his heart.Looking at Bai Xiaozhu now, he still doesn't have the outstanding appearance of that year, but now he has become a scrawny sick man.

His face is sallow, his figure is thin, and his long gown is empty, as if there is only a bone frame left on his body, his long black hair is also withered and messy, and the white hair mixed between his temples can no longer be covered up. Like an old man who has been bedridden for many years.

Cheng Weishu is his fate, once something happens to him, Bai Xiaozhu will soon be unable to hold on.

Compared with him, Cheng Yao, who is a father, is much better. After all, he is the head of the family, and he has to worry about the affairs of the family. If he collapses, the family will be over.

However, it was Cheng He who was different from the two of them. Because there were other people in the ancestral hall anyway, he was not afraid, but his face was filled with impatience and coldness.

He didn't want to stay here for a moment longer, it was gloomy here, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him, and the eyes of those people gradually became ridiculed, mocking him for having nothing in the end, and for falling into this fate.

Cheng He wanted to get up several times, but was pinned down by Cheng Yao and couldn't move.

"Brother, in the ancestral hall, you are not allowed to be presumptuous."

Cheng He sneered, he looked back at his tearful son nonchalantly, and suddenly said, "Even if I kneel here, what can I do?"

Cheng Weizhe ignored him, he was all about mourning his father, and he didn't care about Cheng He's provocation at all.

Instead, Bai Xiaozhu suddenly slapped him on the face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you have a conscience? Do you have a conscience!!"

From childhood to adulthood, even if he was humiliated by these people in the main room that day, Cheng He had never been beaten, but Bai Xiaozhu's slap was like the sharpest knife, piercing straight into his heart .

The whole person, he has liked for a full 30 years.They met each other when they were young, and then they became such a relationship by accident.Even so, Cheng He is still responsive to his requests and thinks he is the best person.

But in the end, Bai Xiaozhu turned his back when he said that he turned his back. He and his good brother locked him alone in the bamboo garden and ignored him, which completely made him despair of life.

Anger flashed in Cheng He's eyes. He slapped Bai Xiaozhu, who was already in poor health, and lay down on the ground with a backhand. He couldn't get up for a long time: "You deserve it, look at your crippled son, ha Haha, I still want him to be filial to me, bah, he won't be able to walk in the future, who can he be filial to!"

"Who told you to hit him!" Before Cheng He finished speaking, Cheng Yao pulled him up by his collar.

He is older than Cheng Yao, and he has thin skin and tender flesh. These days, he can't eat well and sleep well, and he is so thin that he is easily picked up by his younger brother.

Cheng Yao has been worrying too much recently, he has been suppressing his temper before, and now, he doesn't have to suppress anything anymore.

Thinking of his son's painful appearance and broken leg, and turning his head to see his long-haired partner lying on the ground emaciated, the last bit of patience in Cheng Yao's heart completely collapsed, and he punched Cheng He hard on the face, Immediately, he was hit with gold stars in his eyes.

"You...why do you...uh!" Cheng He endured the severe pain on his face and stretched out his hands to grab him, but Cheng Yao's hands seemed as hard as iron, and he couldn't break free at all.

In an instant, the dull pain of fists hitting the body came from the originally silent ancestral hall.

Cheng Weizhe finally opened his eyes. Looking at the mess in front of him, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Let the ancestors of the Cheng family open their eyes and see what the current ruler of the Cheng family looks like.

Cheng Yao beat him for a long time, until Cheng Yao couldn't even cry out in pain, then let go of him, sat down on the ground and gasped for breath.

Bai Xiaozhu crawled to his side, and remained silent next to him.

In the next second, the two of them stood side by side, sitting on the ground and crying bitterly.

The crying was very depressing, Yang Zhongyuan and Cheng Weizhe looked at them silently, not knowing whether they were happy or bewildered.Yes, the Cheng family got to where they are today, and it was entirely their own fault. Cheng Weizhe hated them, but no matter what happened to them now, his father would never come back.

Yang Zhongyuan reached out to hold his hand, and said in a low voice: "Let Uncle Feng look at it like this. They did their own crimes, and they can't blame others."

On the second day, they came to the ancestral hall together early.This time, Cheng He was tightly bound by Cheng Yao's hands and feet with a hemp rope. With a cotton cloth stuffed into his mouth, he couldn't speak or move, so he could only stare at Lin Shaofeng's memorial tablet with his back stiff.

It was okay in the morning, but in the afternoon, Cheng He began to tremble little by little.

Although the wound on his body was treated with medicine, Cheng Yao showed no mercy and killed him when he hit him.He could only kneel like this now, the wounds all over his body seemed to be on fire.

Cheng He stared at Lin Shaofeng's plaque with his eyes half down, as if he could vaguely see the handsome face mocking him: "Cheng He, you think that the dearest younger brother never regards you as an elder brother. The one you love the most People, I look down on you from the bottom of my heart. Why, now you have tasted what I was like back then, is it good?"

Is it good?

Of course not.

Cheng He struggled vigorously, his mouth was stuffed with a cotton cloth and he couldn't make a sound, he could only falter and moan.

Cheng Yao has no patience with him now, he slapped Cheng He on the face: "Be honest."

However, Cheng He seemed to be possessed, he kept struggling, and finally began to tremble violently.

He heard ridicule coming from all directions, everyone was laughing at his ignorance and incompetence, eerie faces flashed before his eyes, he seemed to have seen the black and white Wuchang approaching him with chains, thinking To claim his life.

Cheng He was burning hot all over. He staggered and knelt on the futon, and suddenly burst into tears in fear.

Even with the cotton cloth stuffed in his mouth, the other four people present could hear him begging for mercy vigorously.

He was saying, "Don't kill me, don't kill me."

However, no one will come to rescue him.He has nothing, his family relationship is weak, and his own flesh and blood have been separated from him. The only thing he can rely on is himself.

For the first time in his life, Cheng He was in despair.

Seven days later, Cheng Yao and Bai Xiaozhu walked out of the ancestral hall with pale complexion and sloppy footsteps.

Cheng Weizhe followed behind them, and handed over a thin piece of paper as agreed, which was a contract they made with the Cheng family, promising not to sue Cheng Weishu with witnesses.

Bai Xiaozhu tremblingly took it and held it tightly in his arms.

"Weizhe..." Cheng Yao whispered his nephew's name.

Cheng Weizhe looked up at him, the young man's handsome face under the sun was so dazzling, he said expressionlessly: "I will do what I say. Second Uncle, I will call you that for the last time. After today, I will not be the heir of the Cheng family. You take care."

After he finished speaking, he took Yang Zhongyuan's hand and was about to leave. Behind them, a servant ran over in a panic: "Master Zhu, the second young master is looking for death again, you should go and see him."

Yang Zhongyuan's footsteps paused, but Cheng Weizhe held his hand tightly, and the two of them left Cheng's house without looking back.

On the same day, Cheng Weizhe successfully resigned, and his roster was moved together with Yang Zhongyuan's, truly becoming a family.And Lin Shaofeng's name was also crossed out from Cheng's family tree. Since then, Cheng He has truly become a loner.

After everyone left, only Cheng He was left in the ancestral hall, and the outside door was locked. Cheng Yao hated him as much as he wanted now, and would never let him out.

At first Cheng He was still leaning against the door and chanting, but later, he stared blankly at Lin Shaofeng's tablet, and suddenly started yelling in fear.

He said that Lin Shaofeng came to ask for his life, let him out, and rescued him.

Seven days later, Cheng Weizhe returned to Cheng's house to pick up his luggage for the last time, and stood outside the ancestral hall for a long time. He listened to the man who had been called his father for more than [-] years. There was a heart-piercing cry, as if it was really like a ghost locked in the soul.

But where are the ghosts in this world?

If there is one, it is only hidden in the hearts of the people.

If he hadn't done anything wrong, how could he be so afraid, so afraid, so crazy.

Cheng Weizhe glanced at the white-haired second uncle and the skinny second uncle, then turned and left the home where he had been staying for 24 years.

He only left two words.

retribution.