Trafford’s Trading Club

All the processes should have been completed, so Song Tianyou took off his apron. After giving some instructions to his fourth uncle in the kitchen, he washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen.

Outside the kitchen is an independent courtyard with a small vegetable field.

When Song Tianyou came out, he found that Song Haoran had returned without knowing it. At this time, he had fetched a bucket of water and was irrigating the plants in the vegetable field.

Song Tianyou smiled and walked quietly behind Song Haoran with his hands behind his back, "I'm back."

"Well, we just arrived not long ago." Song Haoran squatted down, reached out to pick off the broken leaves, and said: "Our vegetable field does not use medicine, and the vegetables produced are purely natural and healthy, but there is one thing The bad thing is that it’s easy for this kind of moth to appear.”

Song Tianyou glanced at it and said calmly: "You seem to have something to say to me?"

Song Haoran shrugged, "No, I just had some feelings suddenly."

Song Haoran stood up, stretched, and then turned around. He glanced at the kitchen and said with a smile, "I haven't cooked in person for many years, so I don't have the skills, right?"

"You brat." Song Tianyou laughed and cursed.

"I'll go to Chinatown when I come here." Song Haoran said suddenly, "Luo Qiu said he wanted to buy something so he could come over."

"You have the intention." Song Tianyou was stunned after hearing this, and then smiled, very happy to hear that a descendant of the Song family would do such a thing - although it is probably just human nature and politeness. Just arrived.

But when people get old, they seem to think about these things and want to think about these things.

"Let him spend money." Song Tianyou shook his head.

Song Haoran said abruptly: "He just bought two kilograms of apples."

After hearing this, Father Song was stunned again, and then burst into laughter. He looked at the vegetable field next to him again, smiling and saying nothing. Song Haoran continued at this time: "Shengmen, the door of life. Sheng means living. Living means hope. So Shengmen is the door of hope, the door that gives people hope."

It was a speech he heard, Song Haoran said slowly, word for word, and even the tone was almost the same.

Song Tianyou cast a doubtful look. Of course he knew what the birth door meant, because it was a door he had specially built.

"These are the exact words Luo Qiu said." Song Haoran shrugged, "I just took him over on the way and mentioned the name of this student. He just said the above words."

Song Tianyou raised his head and glanced at the clear sky and white clouds above the humble house. After a long time, he breathed out and said softly: "He can bear this Buddha jumping over the wall... Come, take me to see him."

Father Song suddenly became energetic. He walked non-stop all the way out of the village and almost never rested.

In fact, in order to prepare the ingredients for Buddha to jump over the wall, he had not rested much since yesterday, because cooking good dried abalone takes a long time, and his father strictly required him to do it himself.

Song Haoran is not unaware of his father's physical fatigue, but he also knows what supports him.

It is an obsession that has lasted for decades.

"Have you taken medicine today?" Song Haoran said softly.

"Don't worry, I still want to live a few more years."

…

When Song Haoran accompanied Song Tianyou to the side hall where Luo Qiu was, Luo Qiu was standing in front of the bookshelf, flipping through something.

Uncle Wu is a professional butler with good hearing. When Song Tianyou appeared, he made some moves, but Song Tianyou shook his head slightly and told his fifth uncle to keep quiet.

He walked slowly to the bookshelf and looked at the neat rows of books on the bookshelf. There was one missing book, the one Luo Qiu was holding.

"Do you like to read Ming history?" Song Tianyou said abruptly.

"No." Luo Qiu closed it and said the reason: "It's just because the book is a little damaged, so I became interested in reading it."

Song Tianyou really looked at Luo Qiu for the first time.

Although it is sixty years old, the rocker is very straight, giving people a tough feeling. Song Tianyou pondered: "Because it's damaged?"

Luo Qiu nodded, "If it is not read often, it will not be damaged. It will be translated frequently, which shows that someone likes it and it has the value of being read frequently."

Song Tianyou said calmly: "But it's also possible that this is just an individual's interest. Some people like sweet things, and some people like salty things, but it may not be your preference."

Luo Qiu said: "But whether you like it or not, you have to try it yourself to know."

Song Tianyou suddenly stretched out his hand, and Luo Qiu directly handed the "History of the Ming Dynasty" to Song Tianyou's hand. Father Song turned the pages of the book casually and suddenly asked: "Tell me about the Ming Dynasty?"

Luo Qiu shook his head: "I only watch, not comment."

"Onlookers are clear?" Song Tianyou stared.

Luo Qiu said calmly: "We can't win the game."

Song Tianyou nodded, "That's right. Even the most complete preserved historical materials cannot fully present the true thoughts of a dynasty. What later generations wrote can be infinitely close to the true thoughts, but they are still not the true thoughts. For example, "Along the River During Qingming Festival" "Picture" is a corner of an era. Although it condenses an era, there are always some omissions."

He handed the "History of the Ming Dynasty" to Luo Qiu's hands again, "Since you like it, I will give this "History of the Ming Dynasty" to you."

Instead, Luo Qiu put the book back to its original position and said softly: "If one book is missing, it won't be complete. You must give the people behind you a chance to read it."

Song Tianyou asked: "How old are you this year?"

"You will be twenty-two after the Lunar New Year." Luo Qiu thought for a while: "I was born in the first month."

"Here, I'll take you to see something." Song Tianyou nodded, then turned and left.

Seeing this, Song Haoran in front of the door quickly waved to Luo Qiu, gesturing for him to follow him.

The boss nodded and just put the lid on the tea bowl before leaving.

The fifth uncle, the butler, had sharp eyes and glanced at it, but said nothing...but details can reflect a person's character. He could see no pretense in the young man.

But this is the scariest thing. Because Uncle Wu didn't know what kind of education he needed to be able to come out as a young man who did everything right.

What's even more incredible is that it seems that no matter who he is, he can feel close to him.

"Incredible." The fifth uncle suddenly sighed beside Song Haoran.

Song Haoran was surprised and said: "Fifth Uncle, what's so incredible?"

Uncle Wu joked: "If this distinguished guest were a woman, I could describe him as an orchid in the empty valley. But as a man, I really don't know how to describe him."

"Uncle Fifth, it turns out you have such interest..." Song Haoran was startled, and then sighed: "This is the reason why you have been single for more than forty years..."

"Master..."

…

The size inside the humble house seems to be much larger than it looks from the outside. This is probably due to the designer's grasp of the spatial structure.

The place where Song Tianyou brought Luo Qiu was almost in the deepest part of the humble house, a locked room.

In the old days, mourning halls were set up in the homes of wealthy families, and there were also such places in humble houses. Song Tianyou pointed to the neatly arranged spiritual tablets in the mourning hall, and then said to Luo Qiu: "Our Song family can be traced back to the Northern Song Dynasty."

"Zhao?" The boss looked at the spiritual tablet hanging in the first place, which read "Zhao Gong Taizu Rui Xian Gong", and was slightly startled.

Seemingly knowing the doubts in Luo Qiu's heart, Song Tianyou said seriously at this time: "Mr. Ruixian is the descendant of King Yan, the second son of Song Taizu. In other words, our Song family is actually the descendant of Song Taizu. Later, when the dynasty changed, Ruixian The public's heart was for restoration, but he was defeated by the vicissitudes of the world, and finally became disheartened and died in depression. Later generations gradually gave up this idea and changed their surnames. We named Song as our own surname, but in fact we just left a thought. . Over the past thousand years, the Song family has almost been annihilated several times, but it has not exhausted its strength. Now, it has finally left this little incense. Since you are my brother's descendant, you must recognize your ancestor and return to the clan, so I want to tell you this. Yours, we are actually the Zhao family."

Luo Qiu nodded, indeed he was a little surprised by the origin of the Song family, but he quickly recovered.

Song Tianyou had been observing Luo Qiu's expression, and now he nodded and said: "You are very calm, much better than I thought. Your uncle Song Haoran was not as calm as you are now when he first heard it."

"Dad, it's not fair to compare ten years to twenty-two years old." Song Haoran chuckled.

Song Tianyou just waved his hand, but he couldn't hide the doting in his eyes - Song Haoran was his son, and his only son, so he was naturally very precious.

"My grandfather, how did he get separated from you back then?" Luo Qiu asked at this time.

Song Tianyou sat down and recalled something. Luo Qiu saw something called age in Song Tianyou. Older people have this kind of thing.

"At that time, the era of war and chaos ended, a new country was established, and everything was restored. But in fact, there are still many places in the country that have not been liberated." Song Tianyou was silent for a while, and then continued: "Actually, if In the early days of the Republic of China, if we had not been invaded, maybe my grandfather would have just been a teacher. But life was hard, and the incompetent scholar threw away his books and picked up a gun. You can still make a career out of it.”

"I can't remember many things now. Because I was too young at the time." Dad was silent for a long time. "In the early days, the Song family was just a small local warlord, cautiously operating in the cracks of many forces. We are living on earth. We didn’t think about getting anything, but we were armed to protect our homeland. But when the torrent of time comes, no one can stay away."

"Your grandpa is much older than me. My elder brother is like my father. I spent my childhood with your grandpa. He taught me how to memorize the Three-Character Sutra, how to ride a horse, read historical records to me, and would sneak me out quietly to play. We Hunting together, watching Shaoxing opera together... Those were the most precious days in my life, carefree."

"Later, when the New Kingdom came into being, the helm of the Song family was handed over to my father, your great-grandfather. Your great-grandfather had no intention of accepting anything like the founding meritorious service. He only wanted to remove his armor and return to his fields to live a quiet life. days. But our Song family still encountered trouble."

"The situation was actually still very tense at that time. Although the old forces retreated overseas, a large number of spies still stayed behind, destroying the hard-won peace everywhere... We, the Song family, were framed."

Father Song was silent for a while, "The truth of this matter has not yet been determined accurately. The situation at that time was very chaotic. The creation of a new country meant that many things were overthrown and new things were about to emerge. I I have never doubted the spirit of those soldiers who liberated the country with their blood. But you must also understand that in the beginning, all of us came from different backgrounds, and our thoughts may not necessarily be the same. My father did not want to fall into the camp of certain people. , the consequences are also foreseeable.”

"It's winter, and it wasn't long before the news of the liberation of Yunnan, Guizhou, and Sichuan came..." Song Tianyou looked a little sad, "I remember that night, many people suddenly came to the house, all wearing black hats and uniforms. Chinese-style gown. They didn’t speak. None of them said a word from beginning to end. I heard the gunfire, and not long after, I saw my brother rushing to my room with blood all over his body and picked me up. .”

"We kept running, and kept running, and the people behind us kept chasing us, and we were biting hard." Father Song closed his eyes, "That was the first time in my life that I saw so many dead people and blood. I didn't know what war was. What it looks like, but I saw what death looks like.”

Dad looked at Luo Qiu: "Your grandpa tied me with a belt to protect me. I saw a bullet in his shoulder, and the blood kept flowing. It flowed to my face... There was no other way, he chose I took a few people to lure the man in black away, and then asked a few servants to protect me and escape. We better find a place to meet, and he told me, see you there or not."

Luo Qiu sighed and said, "You didn't see him."

"I waited for a long, long time." Dad took a deep breath. "Later, under the protection of the house servant, I traveled first to Xiangjiang, then continued south, and crossed the ocean to Indonesia, where I grew up. ... A few years later, I tracked down some of the truth about that year, but a mysterious force also found me secretly. As a last resort, I had no choice but to leave again."

Dad sighed: "That time I walked even further, and then I came to this place and met a girl. She was the descendant of a coolie who was sold here to do hard work. We fell in love. I That’s where it took root.”

Father Song looked at Luo Qiu, and his heavy heart seemed to lighten a little, "I have made some money over the years, and I have gained some strength of my own. I have gone back quietly several times, but I have never been able to find out any news about my brother. I thought I would never hear anything about him again in this life."

He suddenly grabbed Luo Qiu's hand, his movements were fast and swift, like a tiger out of its cage, making Luo Qiu avoid him.

The old man held Luo Qiu's hand harder and harder, fearing that if he let go, he would never want to see you again in this life, "Today, I found you!"

Perhaps back then, the old man's brother had held his hand tightly like this.

After running around for days, exhausted, the old man no longer paid attention to the decades of cultivation, and shed a few lines of tears, crying like an honest old man.