One Thousand and Thirty-One: Everyone's Abacus (7)

The wife put down the bowl at a loss, muttering blankly.

"Walk?"

Meng Heng sighed, and wrapped his wife's hands in his broad palm.

His hands were warm and dry, which made his wife feel more at ease.

"Cangzhou is not a place to stay for a long time. I persuaded my father several times and let him take the initiative to admit defeat. At least I can save the people of Cangzhou from the suffering of the war—just—" Meng Heng's mouth was slightly bitter, "Father has no eyes. If the common people are killed, Cangzhou will inevitably be affected by the flames of war. Only Huang Song can say that Cangzhou may not be afraid of him, but with Cousin Xi, Cangzhou has no chance of winning—"

The wife pursed her lips tightly, her eyes were a little bit at a loss for the future.

"Cousin Xi? I often hear you mention her. Since you are related, why can't you talk about it calmly?"

Meng Heng smiled wryly. He stroked his wife's bun with one hand and sighed quietly.

"It's not that simple, Zhaodi—don't say that they are only cousins, even if they are blood relatives, this relationship is vulnerable in front of the world." Meng Heng said, "Father will inevitably bring disaster to the whole Cangzhou The common people, their lives are devastated."

If the Meng family in Cangzhou still has the legacy of their ancestors, how could Meng Heng persuade his father to be soft to others?

The current Meng family has lost the hearts of the people, and it won't last long.

The wife turned around and brought her dowry. The bottom layer of the dowry contained the only savings in the family.

"But it's only thirty taels—there's a lot of chaos outside, where can we go?"

Meng Heng looked at the pieces of silver, and then at his wife's cautious posture, his chest couldn't help twitching, and he felt pain after burst.

He restrained his emotions, and said in a low voice, "It will take fifteen taels to repair your body and protect you from miscarriage, and the remaining fifteen taels to buy chariots, dry food and water bags. Let's go to Hanchang Pass. After leaving Hanchang Pass, go straight to Haozhou Hede County on the border with Cangzhou. We will temporarily settle there—”

The wife's eyes widened suddenly, and the hands holding the dowry trembled.

"Lang Jun, isn't there a war going on there?"

"It is because of the war there that we are going there. We don't have much savings at home, and we can't support Hejian County, let alone Maruzhou and Chongzhou." Meng Heng said, "Huang Song formed an alliance with Cousin Xi to help Cousin Xi Delaying the Meng family's troops. Now that the war in northern Xinjiang is over, Huang Song may not be able to sit still, so he will definitely write to his cousin Xi for help. We don't have to go far, we just need to wait in Hede County."

The wife was at a loss, but she was used to being docile and obedient, and Meng Heng would do whatever she wanted.

Looking at his wife's slightly protruding belly, Meng Heng's expression suddenly dawned on him.

If Cangzhou didn't have anyone to entrust, he didn't want to take his wife across the war zone, the risk was too great.

Although Meng Heng is the only son under Meng Zhan's knees, his status in the Meng family is very embarrassing, even inferior to that of the favored offspring.

In the early years, the elders of the Meng family took good care of him.

As time went by, Meng Zhan suppressed him more and more heavily. Seeing this, the elders of the Meng family also planned to change their direct lineage.

Meng Heng's wife should theoretically be the clan wife of the Meng family.

However, Meng Zhan was too lazy to make arrangements for him, so that Meng Heng didn't get married until he was twenty-three, but the elders of the Meng family couldn't stand it and offered to help him make arrangements. To be married is to be married, but the background of the wife is very mysterious—the prostitute daughter of a descendant of a downcast noble family——

This kind of statement is pretty good, but to put it badly, his wife is just the butcher's daughter.

The gentry are also divided into three, six, and nine classes.

The prominent gentry can control the situation, while the down-and-out gentry are worse than ordinary people. Except for an ancestor who can do it, there is almost nothing left. Meng Heng's wife came from a side branch of a down-and-out noble family, and his grandfather put aside his reserve and became a butcher in order to make a living.

If it is not for the genealogy, the wife's family is no different from ordinary civilians.

Meng Heng didn't look down on his wife's background, but it was undeniable that this marriage was indeed a humiliation to him by the Meng family.

Meng Heng endured all these.

Looking back now, he felt extremely guilty.

No matter how it was before, Zhaodi is already his wife,

I have the responsibility and obligation to let her live well, and the result?

Fortunately, it is not too late to wake up.

Meng Zhan is not a good father, but he cannot be an irresponsible husband and father.

The couple live in a remote place, and there is nothing in the house, so it is not difficult to put it away.

Meng Heng personally drove his wife and left Meng County, Cangzhou. The couple had already reached the border of Meng County, and Meng Zhan didn't know the news.

The subordinates waited tremblingly, for fear of being enraged by Meng Zhan's thunder.

"You said——he left Meng County with that humble woman and headed for Hanchang Pass?" Meng Zhan asked with a sneer.

The subordinate was sweating anxiously, and said anxiously, "Yes——do you need to send someone to chase Mr. Dalang back?"

Meng Zhan glanced at his subordinate coldly, his dark eyes filled with warning.

"When will it be your turn to help me make a decision?" Meng Zhan snorted and said heartlessly, "Since he doesn't recognize me as a father, I don't have him as a son, and send someone to talk to the elders—to open the ancestral hall , remove him—"

The subordinate opened his eyes in astonishment.

No matter what, Meng Heng is still the eldest son. Throughout the ages, how can there be any reason to remove the eldest son from the family tree?

Meng Zhan saw what he was thinking, and said with a sneer, "The eldest son? Look at his butcher's wife who can't stand on the stage. The Meng family's clan wife can let this kind of woman be in charge? Since he abandons the Meng family, then why not?" Abandoned—by the way, send someone to chase him, and bring me a word by the way—don’t come back after leaving the Meng family, he is not the eldest son of the Meng family, and he is not qualified to be named Meng, and even his surname has been changed.”

The subordinate said, "Here!"

For the sake of safety, Meng Heng tried to take the road as much as possible. In order to take care of his wife, the carriage also drove slowly.

Only three days away from Hanchang Pass, the pursuers sent by the Meng family caught up with Meng Heng and brought along a message from Meng Zhan.

Meng Heng finished listening with a pale face, and his lips lost all color.

The left eyelid, which was supposed to heal, felt faint tingling pain, and the scenery in front of him flickered, and he almost couldn't stand still.

"Mr. Dalang—you might as well go back and give in to the patriarch—there is no overnight feud between father and son."

Seeing Meng Heng's bloodless face, the subordinates couldn't bear it.

Meng Heng's talent is second to none among his peers.

If any family had such a good junior, they would have been so happy that they could see their teeth but not their eyes, and it happened that the head of the family was wonderful.

Not only did Meng Zhan not feel proud or honored, but he was ashamed of Meng Heng, scolded him every now and then, and suppressed him everywhere.

This is not a father and son, they are clearly enemies!

"There is no overnight feud between father and son—but what if it's not father and son?" Meng Heng smiled bitterly, holding back the tears welling up in his eyes, and said dismally, "Let me kowtow to him again... more than twenty years of upbringing If there is an opportunity, I will definitely repay you one by one!"

Meng Heng knelt down in the direction of Mengjun in Cangzhou, and knocked three times on the head, his forehead was blue and red.

The subordinate looked at Meng Heng who staggered to his feet, and sighed in his heart.

"Mr. Dalang, the battle ahead is endless. For safety's sake, you should change your route."

But Meng Heng said, "No—life and death are fate—"