Siheyuan: Fighting against the beasts under the pressure of the system

Zheng Duomo chuckled twice, with a smug smile on his face, and started to teach Zhang Minghui a lesson.

"Three hundred and sixty lines, and he will be the number one scholar."

"Boy, you still look down on the counterfeiting skills. Let me tell you this! If you master any skill to the highest level, I guarantee you will enjoy endless wealth and glory in your life."

"Don't look down on the technology of counterfeiting."

"During the Song Dynasty, our ancestors were professional counterfeiters. According to the family tree, our ancestor used a fake painting by Tang Bohu to sell to a wealthy family in exchange for 5,000 taels of silver."

"At that time, our ancestors' craftsmanship reached its peak. If it weren't for the fact that our family had less skills after the family split up, do you think we would still be chatting here?"

"Our family has long gone out to enjoy wealth and glory."

Zhang Minghui listened to the old man talking about the glory of their ancestors and couldn't help but become interested and asked.

"Old man, from what you said, your ancestors were also rich. So, tell me about it."

Mr. Zheng was all smiles, and became interested in chatting as he listened to Zhang Minghui's talk.

Taking out two small stools from the house, Mr. Zheng began to tell the glorious history of their family.

It is said that Mr. Zheng had a talented ancestor who learned the skills from somewhere, and combined with the skills he developed on his own, he could easily forge various calligraphy and paintings by famous people.

After the fraud was done, they were sold to wealthy families and were never discovered.

Once a person has money, he must buy land and property! He bought thousands of acres of land in the local area and married several beautiful wives and concubines.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Within a few years, the family's lavish lifestyle became the focus of the local county magistrate.

The "prefect who destroyed the family and the county magistrate who exterminated the clan" began to order a strict investigation of the Zheng family.

Your Zheng family is not a local wealthy family, nor did they become officials through the imperial examination, but suddenly such a large industry emerged.

Is it possible to avoid being investigated?

The ancestors of the Zheng family were very alert and saw that things were not going well. They fled to other places with their families, but they didn't stay there for a few years before they were targeted by the local wealthy gentry.

I want Zheng’s ancestors to hand over their skills.

Come on, run!

After all this, Zheng Jiazu was determined. Damn it, it's not enough to just have the skills! He also had to be an official. If he didn't become an official, he would definitely lose his skills.

The ancestral precepts were recorded in the family tree, and the descendants must become officials. And the craftsmanship was not allowed to be passed on to outsiders.

Mr. Zheng shook his head and sighed.

"We all know what our ancestors thought, but being an official is much more difficult than studying technology. Boy, do you know? Our Zheng family has been determined to enter the officialdom since the Song Dynasty."

"It's a pity that it's so difficult to get into the officialdom. They often confiscate your property and exterminate your clan."

"The family tree alone records at least ten times. Damn it, if our Zheng family hadn't split up every now and then, we wouldn't have survived until now."

As Mr. Zheng spoke, he became excited and loudly cursed the princes and nobles of ancient times. They did nothing, but always found a reason to confiscate your property and exterminate your clan.

"The new society is still good. We in the Zheng family don't want to be officials anymore. I think we have to be determined to study technology. Many of our ancestors' technologies have been lost."

"If we don't study this, there's no telling when it might be lost."

Zhang Minghui was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the Zheng family had such a history. Thinking of the thousand-year-old families speculated on the Internet in his previous life, he couldn't help but ask.

"Old man, could it be that your family is the legendary thousand-year-old family? Incredible, your origin is quite extraordinary!"

Mr. Zheng said this with his beard puffed and eyes glared.

"Bullshit, what thousand-year-old family? There is no such thing as a thousand-year-old family in this world. If there is one, it will not appear in front of the public. Our family has a family tree. It has been passed down since the Song Dynasty."

"It's clearly written above that once your family becomes a little wealthy, someone will come forward to try to seize your wealth. Many ancestors have fallen into decline because of this. Pah, a thousand-year-old family."

"If you say your family has a genealogy that can be traced back to the ancients thousands of years ago, that's fine. As for wealth, it's wishful thinking if you want to pass it on."

"With a pack of wolves watching over you, you'd be lucky not to have your property confiscated and your clan exterminated, let alone keep your wealth."

"There have been so many years of war on the land of China."

"They've all been killed, and only one out of a hundred of the skills passed down by our ancestors remain. If I could figure out the skills of our ancestors, my descendants wouldn't have to suffer so much."

As they chatted, Mr. Zheng seemed to be in a bad mood, smoking cigarettes in big puffs. A sad look appeared on his face. He wanted to leave some skills for his descendants to make a living.

Zhang Minghui kept comforting her.

"Don't worry, old man. Every generation has its own worries. It's enough for you to raise them to adulthood and provide them with enough clothes. As for their future, it depends on themselves."

After Zhang Minghui persuaded Mr. Zheng, the two of them discussed the arrangements for Cheng Lide and his wife.

After returning to the hospital, Zhang Minghui told Cheng Lide and his wife the results of the communication, and assured them that everything had been arranged.

Cheng Lide saw Zhang Minghui busying around and doing so many things for his family. He winked at Yang Huixian, who understood what he meant and knew what to do.

Yang Huixian looked at Zhang Minghui with a smile on her face and began to speak.

"Minghui, thank you for doing so much for our family. We have been in this hospital for a few years and everyone has a good relationship. We won't hide anything anymore."

"Look, we old couple are going to move to the countryside. Siying is being taken care of by her boyfriend there, and they are getting married at the end of the month. This will also put an end to a big thing in my mind."

"It's Siyu. I'm a little worried. She's innocent and kind. If we leave, she'll be bullied. Minghui, what do you think we should do?"

Zhang Minghui was shocked when he heard this. He thought, this is my mother-in-law forcing me to get married. He opened his mouth and spoke immediately.

"Aunt, I understand what you mean. Even if you two elders don't mention it, I still want to make things clear."

"You two know that my parents have been gone since I was young. Since your family moved to this yard, I have regarded you two as my relatives."

"I originally wanted to wait until after the Chinese New Year, when Siyu turns 20, before I came to propose marriage. Don't worry, after Siyu marries me, I, Zhang Minghui, will never let her be bullied."

"She will live a good life."

Cheng Lide and his wife smiled with satisfaction, and then Cheng Lide spoke.

"Minghui, I have watched you grow up over the past few years. You are mature and steady in your work, and Siyu admires you very much. We are relieved to leave Siyu to you."

"As for the red tape, now is a special period, let's not pay attention to it. Keep it simple. I don't want to attract attention."