"actually,
My father was Jiang Yunshan, who was the Governor-General of Liangjiang, a position bestowed upon him by the Qing Dynasty.
"Governor!"
"ah!"
"Heavens above!"
Uncle Jiu's eyes widened, and Ren Tingting, Wen Cai, and Qiu Sheng were so shocked that they jumped up. The group stared at Jiang Fan, mouths agape, speechless.
"Gentlemen, there is no need for this. Although the Qing Dynasty appointed my father as the Governor-General of Liangjiang, the Qing Dynasty was already doomed. Rebellions were constantly breaking out in various parts of the country. The three provinces of Jiangsu, Anhui and Jiangxi, which my father was in charge of, were important areas for the activities of revolutionaries. Moreover, apart from Yuan Shikai's New Army, the Qing military was composed of incompetent good-for-nothings."
"My father was appointed to his post less than a year before he indirectly lost his position due to the Nanchang Uprising. He was eventually summoned to Beijing by the Qing government and never returned."
As Jiang Fan spoke, his eyes welled up with tears. He forced a smile at everyone and said, "Back then, I was studying in the United States, which is how I escaped from the hands of the revolutionaries and the Qing Dynasty. It wasn't until the Republic of China was established that I dared to return to the country with a few colleagues. We planned to travel all over the country to understand why the people were suffering, and then contribute to the country."
Jiang Fan was already good-looking, and the high quality of modern life has made his skin fair and tender.
Having gone through life-or-death battles these past two days, his demeanor is even more extraordinary than that of an ordinary person. Coupled with what he said earlier, it makes Uncle Jiu and the others unable to harbor any doubts about Jiang Fansheng.
"Smack!"
Qiu Sheng clapped his hands and gave Jiang Fan a thumbs up, saying, "Young Master Jiang, if I thought highly of you before because of your magnanimity, now I, Qiu Sheng, truly admire you from the bottom of my heart! If you ever need our help in the future, please just say so!"
Uncle Nine nodded and said with emotion, "I never expected that after living most of my life, I would still meet such a magnanimous person as Young Master Jiang at such an advanced age. I feel truly honored!"
Upon seeing the appearance of Uncle Jiu and the others, Jiang Fan...
He knew in his heart,
The goal I set for myself is now secure.
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Chapter Thirteen: Handing it over to the museum, the last night.
As dusk fell, a bright moon appeared in the bluish-white eastern sky. Looking back west, the crimson afterglow of the setting sun painted the vast expanse of white clouds in the western sky a brilliant crimson, with a myriad of colorful clouds scattering their captivating afterglow before the night descended.
A gentle evening breeze was blowing.
The lush green trees outside the courtyard rustled gently, swaying like waves, a sight that captivated the heart.
The wisps of smoke rising from the kitchen in the courtyard grew thinner and thinner. Before long, Wencai, who was in charge of everyone's dinner, came to the main room. He smiled shyly at Tingting, who was selecting glutinous rice, and then said to Qiusheng, "Dinner is ready. Where is Master?"
As night approached, Qiu Sheng, looking somewhat listless, lay on the chair, shifted his position, and said, "Master and Young Master Jiang are wandering around the shrine."
"ah?"
Wen Cai peeked out and asked curiously, "What are you going to see in the shrine? It's full of corpses. Doesn't Young Master Jiang get creeped out? I get goosebumps every time I go to the shrine to offer incense."
Qiu Sheng rolled over and got up, saying nonchalantly, "Whether it's creepy or not is none of your business. If you ask me, we should talk to Young Master Jiang a bit more. That way, when we have kids, we can brag about it to them, right?"
Qiu Sheng got more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes shining. He came to Wen Cai's side and said, "Just think about it. When you meet people in the future, you'll say that we've spoken and chatted with the son of the Governor-General of Liangjiang. How much of a bragging right that is! Who knows, you might even be able to use the excuse of having eaten with a high-ranking official to open a small restaurant. I guarantee it will be a huge success!"
Wen Cai said, "Young Master Jiang has already said that he was an official from the former Qing Dynasty."
Ren Tingting chimed in, "That's right."
Qiu Sheng chuckled and said, "Back in the Qing Dynasty, the title of Governor-General of Liangjiang was not just for show. Just think about it, our town's magistrate always had a whole retinue whenever he went out. Compared to Young Master Jiang's father, he was just a nobody."
"Besides,"
"Young Master Jiang's father was able to sit on the throne of Governor-General of Liangjiang; the number of important figures he knew is beyond our imagination. Even though this is the Republic of China, I, Qiusheng, dare to guarantee you that there are plenty of people in the court who will help Young Master Jiang! Young Master Jiang, if you ask me, even if someone goes on an incognito inspection to understand the people's conditions, who knows where he might end up as an official afterward."
Ren Tingting's autumn eyes flickered as she said, "Now it's not called the imperial court, it's called the government."
Qiu Sheng chuckled and said, "Hey, aren't they all the same?"
Amidst laughter and chatter, Ren Tingting, who was not originally familiar with Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, has grown much closer to them due to the huge changes in her family these past two days.
The three of them were talking,
They walked towards the kitchen outside the courtyard, cleared away the dishes, and brought the food into the main room.
The "divine room" that Qiu Sheng mentioned was actually a mortuary filled with coffins where corpses were temporarily kept. However, due to the taboo surrounding it in folk culture, the mortuary became known as the "divine room."
There were no walls in the shrine, only a few pillars supporting the roof beams. Because there were no walls to separate the room, the shrine, which was about seventy or eighty square meters in area, was very spacious. Several rows of wooden coffins were neatly arranged inside. Perhaps because the wooden coffins were quite old, Jiang Fan noticed that they were all yellowed.
Several candles have already been lit.
The flickering candlelight illuminated the dimly lit shrine.
Hearing the commotion outside from Wen Cai and the others, Jiang Fan withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Uncle Jiu, who was hesitant, and said, "I wonder what Uncle Jiu thinks of what I just said?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu, who was pacing with his hands behind his back, raised his head and gave Jiang Fan, who was as gentle and refined as jade and looked like a handsome young man, a deep look. After a moment's thought, he clenched his fist as if he had made a decision and said in a deep voice, "If what Young Master Jiang says is true, I am willing to lend you a hand."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan was overjoyed and almost couldn't help but want to jump up and shout to release his immense excitement. All his hard work had finally paid off!
When Jiang Fan heard Uncle Nine explain why Maoshan magic was not passed on to outsiders, his heart tightened. If he didn't obtain the Maoshan sect's introductory breathing techniques in Mr. Vampire's world, it would be like missing out on a gold mine with his eyes open. Jiang Fan couldn't accept that.
However, Uncle Nine explained clearly why Jiang Fan couldn't learn Taoist magic; he truly couldn't.
If you force yourself to learn something, what if you suffer a backlash? After all, these kinds of things are very strange, and no one can explain them.