Reborn as a Landlord-Chapter 1202 - 613: No Regrets If Only
Lian Shouren, Lian Shouyi and the others would definitely be ignored, or even scorned. And when everyone parted, who knows what people would say about them behind their backs.
In his life, he considered himself to be upright and straightforward, never having done anything to wrong others. He was unashamed before heaven and earth, unashamed before anyone, and no matter who he met, he had full confidence.
However, that was in the past.
"Debts of children," Old Master Lian murmured, glancing at Lian Shouren and Lian Jizu beside him, his thoughts returning to the question he had when leaving the house, if he could return to the past.
If he could return to the past, he thought he would still pool the family’s resources to support his eldest son and eldest grandson in their education. No matter when, the eldest son and eldest grandson are the rightful mainstays of the Lian Family. However, he would definitely discipline them strictly, not allowing them to indulge in the profligate habits they learned in the town or county.
Additionally, he would no longer neglect the sons and grandsons of the Fourth Household as he did before. If Lian Shouren and Lian Shouyi could be a bit more frugal, Wu Lang and Xiao Qi could have started school earlier. Now, at least two Scholars would be in this family. Moreover, it was evident that Wu Lang could at least advance another step, and Xiao Qi’s prospects would surely not be lacking.
If only, if only it were possible to return to the past.
Thinking of this, Old Master Lian couldn’t help but sigh, regretting his past decisions.
Watching Scholar Wang and his son and Lian Shouxin, after Wu Lang finished talking and boarded the carriage, Old Master Lian, with his sons and grandsons, stepped onto the official road and walked towards the foot of Nanshan.
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Lian Shouxin took Wu Lang and Xiao Qi to pay respects at the graves, while Lady Zhang, Lian Zhizhi, and Lian Manman all got ready. When they heard that Lady Zhao and Lian Yeye had arrived, Lady Zhang hurried to let the mother and daughter into the house, exchanged a few words, and together they left the house, heading straight to the temple at the entrance of the village.
During the Qingming Festival, women cannot visit graves, but they can burn incense in temples. There was no need to go to famous historical temples; just visiting the nearby village temple, with sincere intentions, was better than anything.
The ladies invited incense in the main hall, each bowing their heads, and then split into two groups. Lian Zhizhi, Lian Manman, and Lian Zhizhi, with Xiao Xi, exited the main hall to take a look at the back hall. Naturally, Xiao Tanzhi was called to be their guide.
As for Lady Zhang and Lady Zhao, they remained in the main hall.
The two sisters-in-law burned incense, donated some oil money, and then sat quietly aside to talk.
"...About ten miles west of the county town, in Qiu Family Village, there is a Child-Delivering Goddess Temple, reputed to be quite efficacious. Why not, someday, you come with us to the city, and I’ll accompany you for a visit," Lady Zhang said to Lady Zhao.
Lady Zhao sighed, feeling sour and bitter, both wanting to go and fearing to go.
"This life of mine, it seems this is all there is. It’s been so many years, I have no more hopes," Lady Zhao said, but her face revealed a complicated expression that betrayed her true feelings.
Unwilling to give up yet self-pitying, she felt that she was destined not to have a son.
"Don’t say such things before the Bodhisattva," Lady Zhang hurriedly said, comforting Lady Zhao, "There are those who have children at fifty; you are still in your prime, what is there to fear? Back in the old house, we were always repressed, lacking food, drink, and rest. Now you’re living on your own, with a big house being built, a self-contained courtyard, and only happy days ahead. His third uncle has his craft, so keep your heart open..."
"Fourth aunt, I am not like you, I have a small blessing in fate. Born as I am, I was never meant for a good life..." Lady Zhao said, self-pitying.
The two were talking when Lian Manman and the others returned, so Lady Zhang and Lady Zhao paused their conversation and left the temple.
"Come have lunch at our place," outside the temple door, Lady Zhang said to Lady Zhao and Lian Yeye.
"No, we won’t. We made some food early this morning and brought enough for both lunch and dinner," Lady Zhao replied.
Lian Yeye also said they wouldn’t go today, suggesting another day instead.
Seeing that the mother and daughter were insistent, Lady Zhang didn’t press further. After parting with Lady Zhao and Lian Yeye, on the way home, Lady Zhang looked back and saw the mother and daughter already entering the courtyard of the Pickled Vegetable Workshop. With a sigh, she turned back.
Back home, the mother and daughters gathered on the kang in the east room to do needlework, with Lian Manman also taking a small embroidery frame, absorbed in her flower embroidery. Some of Lian Zhizhi’s dowry had been arranged for Chiang Zhanggui to help purchase, yet there were still many tasks they had to do themselves. Lian Manman was currently embroidering a handkerchief for Lian Zhizhi.
