Chapter 76: Chapter 76 Destiny? Old Tang Family?_1
As Qingshi Town and Huangqu Town were completely cut off from their food supply,
not much time had passed before three days went by.
In these three days, the expansion of Qingshi Town still continued.
The construction of the new town walls was also being carried out around the clock.
Every day, a large number of immigrants kept pouring into this town non-stop.
Although, for the Luo Family,
it meant taking on a considerable burden.
But similarly, the influx of countless immigrants also increased the potential that could be tapped from Qingshi Town.
It made significant contributions to elevating Qingshi Town from a small town to the level of a county town.
…
At this moment, it was the middle of the day.
A fierce sun hung high in the sky.
As winter gradually passed, the temperature on this land was increasing with each passing day.
A few days ago, when the sun had not fully risen,
people could still feel the cold winds blowing against them.
After being caressed by the cold wind, they would occasionally shiver from the chill.
But as time went on, with the waning of winter,
the only time the people on this land could feel a bit of coolness was early in the morning.
At most other times, all they could feel
was the tormenting heat, with no other sensation whatsoever.
“Father, is this Qingshi Town?”
“It seems no different from an ordinary county town…”
Outside the walls of Qingshi Town, which were still under construction and not yet completed,
a young boy gazed at the town before him.
A hint of disdain flashed through his eyes.
“Yes, that ahead is Qingshi Town…”
The middle-aged man, upon seeing the town and the immigrants continuously flooding towards Qingshi Town,
couldn’t help but sigh lightly, a hint of relief crossing his eyes.
“Father, you once said that after the fall of the Da Feng Dynasty, the fortunes of the world should rightfully go to the Luos.”
“But within the Da Feng Dynasty, there are so many Luo surname families, innumerable ones.”
“Why do you think that the so-called Luo refers to the Luo Family of Qingshi Town?”
“And not other Luo surname families with stronger strength than the Luo Family of Qingshi Town?”
The young man with a small braid tied at the back of his head glanced at the town before him and then at the wall under construction.
He swallowed his saliva, his expression seemingly hesitant.
However, after hesitating for a moment,
he finally asked his father beside him such a question.
“After the fall of the Da Feng Dynasty, the fortunes of the world should rightfully go to the Luos.”
As the middle-aged man spoke, he couldn’t help but shake his head somewhat:
“In fact, there’s a phrase that I haven’t told you.”
“What phrase?” the young man asked curiously, turning his head.
“Luo surname families, originated from the Huai River.”
“Before, I kept pondering what this phrase meant.”
“Was there any deeper significance?”
“As it turns out, this phrase only had one superficial meaning…”
The young man with the black braid behind his head heard this and couldn’t help sighing again.
He looked at Qingshi Town before him and then at his father beside him.
After a moment of silence, he spoke again, “Father, are your divinations really accurate?”
“Don’t end up getting us killed in this Qingshi Town.”
“Our Tang Family, apart from you, only has me as the sole seedling left.”
“If you happen to make a mistake, our old Tang Family would truly be done for…”
“Don’t talk nonsense!!!” The middle-aged man named Tang Jian, hearing this, seemed a bit displeased: “Have you ever thought when have I calculated wrong?”
“Trust me, there’s no mistake…”
The young Tang Rong said, “Do you still have the face to say that?”
“How did Wang XiaZi from the village die?”
“How did Li XiuCai in the village die?”
“And what about Old Brother Wu from the village? Wasn’t he killed in White Tiger Mountain after believing your words?”
“Accidents, these were all accidents,” Tang Jian said with a red face, appearing agitated and flustered.
“Anyway, this time, trust me, you won’t be wrong.”
“You’re my son, would I bamboozle you or what?”
Tang Rong shrugged his shoulders, muttering softly, “Who knows?”
But no matter what.
Still, Tang Rong followed his father, Tang Jian, into the town known as Qingshi Town.
Although his father was often unreliable.
But at such critical moments, at times concerning the life and death of their Tang Family.
His father, Tang Jian, ought to be somewhat accurate, right?
…
Before entering the town, he hadn’t noticed much.
But upon entering Qingshi Town, the atmosphere suddenly felt somewhat different.
On his journey outside Qingshi Town, Tang Jian had mostly encountered an aura of deathly silence, despair, and numbness.
He had never felt any signs of vitality outside.
However, as soon as he entered Qingshi Town.
He immediately sensed something different.
Not to mention anything else, just looking at the smiles on the faces of the people coming and going within Qingshi Town.
And in the depths of their eyes, that hidden trace of expectation for the future.
That alone was already telling of many things.
“How about it?”
“Isn’t Qingshi Town quite something?”
“This time, my divination must have been right, huh?” Tang Jian said excitedly to his son Tang Rong after walking a while within the town.
“It’s fine, but I still need to observe further…”
Tang Rong muttered under his breath with a wry smile.
After all, until the end.
Who can be certain to whom fate truly belongs?
…
After wandering around Qingshi Town for some time.
Tang Jian then took Tang Rong towards the direction of the Luo Family Ancestral Land.
“Dad, are you really going to the Luo Family?”
“I thought you were joking before…”
Tang Rong, his hair tied with small braids, hurried up to his father, pulling on Tang Jian’s clothes as he saw his father seemed serious this time.
“I told you, I brought you to Qingshi Town for the good life, for feasting,” said Tang Jian.
“What, you don’t trust me?”
Tang Rong’s eyebrows knit together slightly as he spoke in a low voice, “Judging by your unreliable behavior over the years, I frankly don’t trust you…”
Tang Jian looked at his son, his lips twitching slightly.
Then he spoke in a low voice, “Anyway, just stick with me this time, and I guarantee you’ll live a good life.”
…
In the end, through a series of moves by Tang Jian.
He finally managed to enter the Luo Family Ancestral Land.
Initially, the Luo Family house servant at the gate hadn’t intended to allow Tang Jian and his son Tang Rong to enter the Luo Family’s domain.
Whether judging by their attire or the aura they emanated.
These two did not seem like individuals of privileged status.
But helpless against Tang Jian’s silver tongue, he ended up bamboozling the house servant guarding the main gate.
Thus, Tang Jian and Tang Rong smoothly and easily strolled into the confines of the Luo Family Ancestral Land.