Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 134 Happy Event

Lu Ming and Fu Nian had planned to go to the Marquis' Mansion to meet Gu Fengyun the next day, but they were so tired from the long journey that their weak bodies suddenly relaxed and they could not hold on any longer. They started to have fever one after another.

Song Dazhuang asked Doctor Wang to see them. Doctor Wang felt the pulse of each of them, but did not prescribe any medicine. He only said that the three of them were weak and needed to be nursed back to health.

"They must have been seriously injured before, and they didn't recover well after the injury. They are weak, and they are always hungry and cold, which has depleted their foundation. In addition, they have been hard on the road for a while and haven't had a good rest. Suddenly stopping like this, they are naturally sick. Their fever is not serious. Just rub their bodies to cool them down. They don't need to take medicine. Their bodies can't withstand the properties of the medicine. Just take good care of them and let them eat more good food."

Song Dazhuang thanked him repeatedly and slipped ten copper coins to Doctor Wang before leaving. Doctor Wang confiscated them and said that he had not prescribed any medicine and so there was no need to charge.

After seeing off Doctor Wang, Song Chunlin immediately gave each of the three people a cup of spiritual spring water. Soon the fever of the three people subsided.

It was a rare occasion for Fu Nian and Lu Ming to feel so relaxed. Lu Ming's eyes and Fu Nian's broken leg were in much less pain than before. Fu Nian felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out why.

Lu Ming comforted him: "No matter what, it's a good thing that our health has improved. Don't think too much. The doctor said that you worry too much every day, which is not good for your health."

Fu Nian agreed when he heard it. As long as things were moving in a good direction, that was enough.

So the three of them rested at the Song family for two days. After they were fully recovered, Song Dazhuang took them to the Marquis' Mansion to meet Gu Fengyun.

Song Chunlin did not go with them. He was busy painting the wheelchair. He then asked Aunt Song to wrap the armrests and the handles at the back of the wheelchair with cloth. A cushion was also placed on the chair. After the transformation was completed, Song Chunlin looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. It was perfect. Apart from its very strange appearance, it would have been difficult for ancient people to tell that it was a modern product unless they touched it with their own hands. However, judging from Fu Nian's personality, it would be difficult for others to touch his wheelchair without his consent.

Fu Nian's gift was ready, and Song Chunlin felt that he should not favor one over the other, so he also prepared a folding cane for Lu Ming. When folded, the cane was only as long as a palm and was very light, making it very convenient to carry. Of course, it was also made of metal.

So when Fu Nian and Lu Ming came back with a bunch of gifts, Fu Nian saw the wheelchair parked in the corridor almost at first sight.

Fu Nian had never seen a wheelchair, but it was not difficult to guess the correct purpose of the chair from the wheels on both sides. He patted Lu Ming's shoulder excitedly and guided him towards the wheelchair.

Although Lu Ming couldn't see, he listened to Fu Nian very much. If Fu Nian asked him to carry the person on his back, he would carry him without even thinking about where to put him after he carried him.

Finally, with the help of Song Dazhuang, the person was successfully placed on the wheelchair. Fu Nian touched the wheelchair under him and was as happy as a child. He touched the wheels on both sides happily, then moved it tentatively, but the direction was reversed and the wheelchair moved back a little. Song Chunlin hurried forward and explained to him the various uses of the wheelchair.

The smile on Fu Nian's face never stopped. He was so excited that he didn't know what to say. He just held Song Chunlin's hand and said, "Good boy, thank you."

Song Chunlin blushed immediately due to the compliment.

After receiving Fu Nian's gift, Lu Ming naturally couldn't leave it out. When he heard that there was also one for himself, Lu Ming was a little surprised. Just when he wanted to refuse, the gift was stuffed into his hands.

It was a very thin stick. After Lu Ming fumbled with it, he successfully opened the blind man's cane.

Fu Nian exclaimed: "This stick can actually be folded!"

A faint smile appeared on Lu Ming's usually cold face. He pointed around with his blind stick and then put it away. The originally long stick instantly shortened to the length of his palm.

"It really is a good thing, so I shamelessly accepted it."

The two people who received the gifts were very happy the whole day. They were even happier than when they went to the Marquis' Mansion and Gu Fengyun gave them a cart full of gifts.

It’s not that Gu Fengyun was not dedicated, but he just suffered from the lack of understanding of high technology. If calculated by price, the gifts from the Marquis' Mansion would naturally be more valuable than those from Song Chunlin.

After dinner, Fu Nian happily sat in his wheelchair and turned around in circles in the yard. It had been a long time since he had been able to move so freely. Even though it was still cold outside, he was reluctant to go back into the house.

Lu Ming stepped forward and tried to push the man into the room. Fu Nian pitifully acted like a spoiled child to him, "Brother Lu, please stay a little longer."

Lu Ming said grimly: "No, it's late now, you should rest. If you want to play, I'll take you out to play tomorrow morning, okay?"

Fu Nian was a little unhappy at first, but when he thought that tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and even every day thereafter, he would be able to move around in a wheelchair by himself, he became happy and obediently let Lu Ming take him back to the room.

Song Dahe is back, and Grandpa Song and Grandma Song have finally put their minds to rest. Now they just hope that Song Chunsheng will marry a wife so that the family will have more liveliness.

Gu Fengyun had already written a memorial to the emperor regarding Song Dahao and the others, and also asked for a reward for the three of them.

"Reward? I give it?" The emperor asked Gu Fengyun in disbelief.

Gu Fengyun saluted him and said, "Yes, Your Majesty, please reward these three people according to their merits."

Emperor: "I heard that you have given them a lot of good things. Why, it's still not enough?"

"Not enough." Gu Fengyun said firmly: "They were also soldiers of the Great Jing Dynasty. They sacrificed their lives to protect the territory. Even if they were not injured on the battlefield, it cannot erase the glory of their killing enemies on the battlefield. I think they should be rewarded, not only to let them have no worries in their later years, but also to set an example for the soldiers of the world."

The emperor fell into a strange silence. His face did not look good. The emperor and his minister were in a stalemate for a long time. The emperor held his forehead with his hand and spoke in a cold voice.

"You are blaming the late emperor."

Gu Fengyun said nothing, neither admitting nor objecting.

Finally, the emperor waved his hand weakly at him and said, "Go away. I will consider your proposal."

Gu Fengyun withdrew respectfully. He knew that the emperor would consider it, so the matter was a done deal.

Of course, this kind of thing would definitely be opposed by that group of civil officials. Gu Fengyun could already guess what those pedantic old men would say.

It's nothing more than making a fuss about the identities and backgrounds of the three people, or directly criticizing their behavior of leaving Hutu City. Even worse, it is possible to throw dirty water on the old marquis and frame him for deserting the battlefield.

Gu Fengyun already had plans to deal with these things and was not afraid at all. He just had to wait for his younger brother to send his old father back.

The bloody storm in the court had nothing to do with the Song family. They were busy preparing various things for Song Chunsheng's wedding, because the family made a small profit from selling jam during the New Year. Grandpa Song meant that the first big happy event in the family should be held in a grand and lively manner, and it would also be a good opportunity to show the Zhou family their sincerity in treating Zhou Ning.

"The more grand the groom's family holds the wedding, the more they value the bride. Ning'er lost both his parents when he was young, and the Zhou family is unreliable, so we must make this event a beautiful one."

"That's right, Dazhuang. I don't think we can slaughter enough pigs for the New Year. You should order two more in advance, as well as chickens and ducks. Chunlin has the recipe for roast duck, right? Go buy a big pot tomorrow and we'll roast the duck."

"There are also drinks. Let's take out the wine we brewed last time, and get some rice wine, and some fruit juice. The children can't drink alcohol, so we can squeeze some fruit juice to drink. It's good."

"Yeah, let's do it."

It was the first time that Song Chunsheng was a groom, but no one listened to his advice. The elders in the family were discussing enthusiastically how many tables to set up for the banquet, how many people to arrange to pick up the bride, and what gifts to give back to the villagers.

"By the way, there's no one at Ning'er's house anymore, so are we still going to do it this time?"

Grandpa Song's question really stumped everyone. Normally, a newlywed should return to her parents' home on the third day after her marriage. The newlyweds should have dinner at her parents' home before returning. Families that are more particular will also call all the relatives to have a feast together for fun.

But Ning'er's situation was special, and Grandpa Song was not sure whether he should return home on the third day.

Seeing that everyone was in such a dilemma, Auntie Song simply pushed the question back: "Whether to return home or not is up to Ning Ge'er. No matter what, his grandparents are still here. Even if the family is separated, he has to go back to see them after marriage, otherwise outsiders will gossip about him."

Grandpa Song thought the same and said, "Then let's prepare the return gifts as well, as well as the wedding bed and quilt. If Chunlin has any, take them out and pick a set for your eldest brother. Make sure it's red."

After receiving the task, Song Chunlin immediately took out several sets of bright red four-piece sets, as well as pillow cores and silk quilts.

Song Chunsheng touched the soft quilt and couldn't let it go. He imagined the quilt draped over Zhou Ning's body. His ears turned red and he stammered, "They all look good. They're good."

The four elders, who had experienced this, understood a little bit about his expression when they saw him like this, and Song Dazhuang even teased him.

"There's only one bed in your room, how many sets can you put on it? Hurry up and pick one out. I think this one with the phoenix embroidery is pretty good. My goodness, how can the embroidery be so beautiful?"

Song Chunsheng's ears turned even redder. He looked at the colorful cardboard outside the four-piece package, on which the effect of laying out the pieces was printed. Various auspicious and exquisite patterns were embroidered on various red fabrics.

There are large dragons and phoenixes, as well as huge double happiness characters, which remind him all the time that he is about to get married, and the one he is marrying is a younger man.

Seeing that he was unable to make a choice, Song Qin told Song Chunlin not to take it back yet, but to put it in Song Chunsheng's room and let him look at it every day. After looking at it many times, he would be able to make the choice.

When Song Chunlin heard this, he knew that his mother was playing tricks on his brother, so he also smiled and kept all the things.

Song Chunsheng looked at the pile of red four-piece suits at night and did not sleep well all night. He came out early the next morning with dark circles under his eyes. Song Chunlin asked him with a smile if he had made his choice.

Song Chunsheng poked his brother's head in annoyance: "I've chosen it, you did it on purpose."

Song Chunsheng finally kept one with a simpler pattern. Those with dragon and phoenix patterns were too flashy, and he was afraid that using them would cause trouble.

When the wedding preparations were almost complete, Gu Fengyue returned with the old marquis's orphan.

The old marquis's return caused a lot of discussion in the capital. Coupled with the previous disputes in the court, many people said that the old marquis had deserted the battlefield, but some people believed that the old marquis was already seriously injured at the time, and it was understandable that the marquis' wife sent the marquis out of the city in order to stabilize the morale of the army.

While the court was arguing fiercely, white silk was hung in the mansion of Marquis Yongyi. Gu Fengyun planned to keep the old marquis' body for three days. The original tomb had been dug up, waiting for the old marquis to return.

Because it was the second burial, no one went to pay their respects. Only an old fellow who had a close relationship with the old marquis came over and lit a stick of incense.

Lu Ming and Fu Nian took Song Dahao, who was now much more sober, with them. When the three of them appeared at the gate of the Marquis' Mansion, the housekeeper immediately went out to greet them.

"Why did you come here without informing me? I could have sent someone to pick you up."

"We just want to take a look at the Marquis, so we won't bother the butler."

"Hey, come over here, I'll have someone lay out the planks for you."

Fu Nian rejected the housekeeper's kindness. He asked Lu Ming to carry him on his back and Song Daha to carry the wheelchair, and the three of them entered the Marquis' Mansion.

To the three's surprise, there was not only the old marquis's coffin parked in the marquis's mansion, but also two slightly smaller coffins, with the tablets engraved with Song Liu and Huang Mengshan.

"Hey, why are they here too?"

The steward stepped forward to explain to them: "The Marquis said that after the old Marquis came back, no one would visit their graves and pay homage to them. Rather than leaving them lying there alone, it would be better to bring them back together and place them in the cemetery next to the Gu family. The Marquis's Mansion will send people to visit the graves during festivals. And those buried there are all the good men who died for the Gu family. The Marquis will collect their bodies when he has the chance and won't let them become wandering ghosts outside. Tell us the burial locations of your former soldiers when you have time, and the Marquis will send people to look for them."

Halfway through their conversation, Lu Ming and Fu Nian were already in tears. Song Daha didn't know what sadness was, but he felt depressed and a little uncomfortable.

Fu Nian had not expected that the Gu family could go to such an extent. They were obviously just insignificant soldiers, but the Marquis would send them back from afar because he was afraid that no one would worship them.

Originally, Fu Nian and Lu Ming were worried that after they left, the graves of the two brothers would become abandoned because no one had worshipped them for years. They also thought that when they were better, they would go back together, clean their graves, burn some paper money, and prevent them from becoming wandering ghosts.

But I didn’t expect that the Gu family would actually bring all the people back.