GBP Chapter 103 Do Not Participate in Feudal Superstitions
Chapter 103 Do Not Participate in Feudal Superstitions
After buying her train ticket to Kyoto, Deng Xiuzhen went home.
After preparing dinner and waiting for the children to come home, I planned to tell them about my trip to Kyoto. Suddenly, I remembered that I had told the children that I had found Uncle Zhao, and that Rongrong and Xiaobao had died, and that Uncle Zhao was in jail.
He simply omitted the fact that Uncle Zhao kidnapped him and then killed someone and went to jail; he only said that someone robbed him and he accidentally injured someone and went to jail.
However, she never told Qin Yanlin what happened in Kyoto.
I felt a little sad; the two of us had grown so distant.
"What? You're going to Kyoto tomorrow? Dad's company is in trouble right now. Instead of staying to help Dad, you're going to Kyoto?" Wen Yu was the first to object, his opinion was quite strong, and his face turned red.
"Mom, I think Dad's matter is more important than getting his ashes. Besides, Xiaobao and his crazy mother are both dead, what's the point of bringing them back?"
"That blind man is just making a fuss, don't get involved. The teacher already said not to participate in feudal superstitions, they'll poison society." Wenxin was much calmer, but the meaning was the same.
"Mom?" Wenjing called out once, without saying anything, but her eyes were full of questions.
"Uncle Zhao asked me to look after your Uncle Qingming, but Uncle Qingming is now seriously ill and can't be cured, so I can't take care of him."
He only had this one wish, and I felt guilty for not doing it when I could do it.
"Whether it's superstition or his reluctance to part with his loved ones, he only has this one thought that doesn't affect others, so why don't we help him?" Deng Xiuzhen said with a smile, looking at Wenjing.
Turning to Wenxin and Wenyu, he said, "Does your dad's company need my help? What help can I offer? All the money went to pay for his materials. I can't handle anything else. Tell me, what difference does it make whether I go to Kyoto or not?!"
Wen Xin and Wen Yu didn't say anything more, but they were clearly unconvinced, especially Wen Yu who rolled her eyes at Deng Xiuzhen several times.
Deng Xiuzhen pretended not to see it, finished her meal, quickly packed her luggage, and went straight to sleep. The train journey was tiring, and she needed to get some rest beforehand.
When Wenjing woke up in the morning, she was already up. She told Deng Xiuzhen that Wenxin and Wenyu wanted to call their father last night, but she didn't let them.
She felt that Deng Xiuzhen did the right thing. Uncle Qingming's family was in a terrible situation, but he was also a person who valued relationships and cared for his family.
To others, Xiaobao and his mother may be dead, just ashes. But to Uncle Qingming, they were his family, his everything.
Collecting the ashes may seem meaningless, but it can put Uncle Qingming at ease, provide him with comfort in his final days, and allow him to pass away peacefully.
As Deng Xiuzhen listened, her eyes reddened, but her heart warmed. Her daughter understood her! Her daughter was outstanding, expressing clearly what she couldn't articulate herself!
"Mom, be careful on the road, come back soon, we'll be waiting for you at home!" Wenjing said softly, handing the luggage to Deng Xiuzhen.
Deng Xiuzhen nodded vigorously, then turned and walked away quickly.
This trip to Kyoto was only to retrieve ashes, so Deng Xiuzhen didn't consider accommodation and went straight to the courtyard in the alley after getting off the bus.
Looking at the closed courtyard gate, she realized a problem: Uncle Zhao sold the courtyard and now someone else has moved in. How is she going to get the ashes?
Say it directly?
If you don't get beaten to death, you'll be cursed to death!
The ashes were buried in the yard. Who would want someone else to bury their ashes in their yard?
Deng Xiuzhen cursed herself for being out of her mind.
How could you forget that Uncle Zhao sold the courtyard and buried his ashes in someone else's yard?
I remembered seeing something on Douyin in my past life: someone heard that ashes were buried in their own yard, and not only did they refuse to let anyone dig them up, they even tried to kill people with a knife. In the end, they hired someone to perform a ritual and completely dispose of the ashes.
Deng Xiuzhen felt a terrible headache.
Unable to think of a good solution immediately, Deng Xiuzhen decided to first visit her four courtyards to see which one she could spend the night in.
To his surprise, he discovered that people were living in the courtyard he had bought! People he didn't know at all!
Moreover, several families lived in the same courtyard. When they saw her, the proper homeowner, enter, they were not flustered at all and calmly asked her who she was looking for.
"Do you know who owns this house?" Deng Xiuzhen asked a middle-aged woman tentatively.
"Oh, you're here to rent a room, right? There are still two rooms available, but you'll have to contact Qian Leming if you want to rent one; we all rent through him," the woman said enthusiastically. She not only described the room but also gave Qian Leming's phone number and the address of the real estate agency.
Deng Xiuzhen didn't dare to go directly to him, so she found a phone booth and dialed Qian Leming's number.
"Hello! Who is this?" The call was answered quickly, and the other party was very polite.
"I heard you have quite a few houses in courtyard houses for rent, is that right?" Deng Xiuzhen asked.
"Yes, are you looking to rent a house? If so, please give us your address and we can pick you up to see the house. Alternatively, you can come to our company and we can look at houses together."
"I'd like to ask you, does No. 49 Donghutong belong to you?" Deng Xiuzhen asked cautiously.
The other person didn't answer, but after a moment of silence, asked, "What's your surname?"
"My surname is Deng," Deng Xiuzhen said, since many people share the surname Deng and saying it won't cause any problems.
"Are you Ms. Deng Xiuzhen?" the other party asked quickly, her tone noticeably warmer.
"Yes, I am... and who are you?"
“My name is Qian Leming. You probably don’t know me. The house isn’t mine; I’m renting it out for someone else. The landlord said that if a lady named Deng Xiuzhen comes to inquire about the house, you should contact her. Her phone number is…”
Qian Leming patiently gave Deng Xiuzhen a phone number, afraid she wouldn't remember it, and even asked her to write it down with paper and pen. He said if she didn't have it on hand, she could go buy it nearby and call him back afterward; he would be waiting for her call. His enthusiastic attitude left Deng Xiuzhen completely confused and bewildered.
Fortunately, she had brought paper and pen, so she wrote down the phone number and dialed it.
After the other party answered, they asked her to wait a moment.
Then, Deng Xiuzhen heard a female voice that seemed vaguely familiar, but not deeply.
"I am Zheng Ying. When did you arrive in Kyoto?"
"Zheng Ying? It's you? I came here today. I had some business in Kyoto and came to look at the house, but I found that someone was living there." Deng Xiuzhen was somewhat afraid of Zheng Ying, so when she heard it was her, she quickly and concisely explained the situation.
"Where are you now? I'm coming to find you right away." Zheng Ying's voice was cold and indifferent.
Deng Xiuzhen gave the address and then waited quietly. She was afraid of Zheng Ying, but she also trusted her. She had a gut feeling that Zheng Ying didn't care about the money in her hands. This amount of money would be a huge sum for ordinary people, but it was nothing to Zheng Ying.