nownovels Chapter 2 Passing Down a Pure and Honest Family Tradition
Chapter 2 Passing Down a Pure and Honest Family Tradition
"Da da da!"
The carriage moved forward on the gray, misty streets.
Most of the pedestrians on the street lived in poverty, and their faces were numb.
The road was muddy, my clothes were soaked through, and I couldn't smile.
A cold pot, busy and troublesome, I don't know why.
After the fall of the previous dynasty and the establishment of the Republic of China, the lives of the people did not improve and remained miserable.
Today is the fifth year of the Republic of China.
The ambitious Northern President sought to restore the monarchy and ascend the throne as emperor.
In an instant, the already precarious Republic of China became even more turbulent, with the political situation chaotic, war raging, and demons running rampant.
The northern warlords split up, the southern warlords launched a campaign against them, the revolutionaries organized the Second Revolution, the constitutionalists launched the National Protection Movement, and the local warlords chose to break away.
Western powers are eyeing us covetously, and the remnants of the previous dynasty still haunt us.
Demons and monsters roam freely, and evil spirits abound.
The proliferation of cults and the continuous occurrence of natural and man-made disasters.
Drought, floods, locust plagues, famine, and epidemics followed.
Newspapers were filled with news about warlord battles, natural disaster relief, cult propaganda, and literary criticism.
Everyone knows the hardships of ordinary people, but no one truly knows them.
"This Republican era is very different from the Republican era I know!"
"Warlords roamed the land, natural disasters and man-made calamities were frequent, and there were also strange demons causing trouble..."
"Especially the mysterious martial arts, the martial arts master, with astonishing combat power, led eight hundred martial arts experts, who were able to block the ambitious steel torrent of the West and suppress the aggressive ambitions of the Western powers."
The more Yang Jian learned about this world, the more bizarre it seemed.
He is not from this world, but a transmigrator who grew up under the red flag. His original name was Yang Jian, the same as the protagonist in the book "When you see this sentence, I am already dead".
The reason he time-traveled was because he encountered five elementary school students who had fallen into the water on his way home. He took the initiative to jump into the water to rescue them, and after rescuing the fifth student, he was exhausted and sank into the water.
When he woke up again, he was back in this world, still in the water, but this time he was rescued and brought ashore!
The person who saved him was Sun Dapao's father, which is one of the reasons why Sun Dapao was able to follow him and become his close servant.
Another reason was that Yang Jian wanted to replace the close servants who were familiar with his predecessor.
After understanding his own situation, Yang Jian replaced his close associates to avoid revealing any flaws.
To adapt to his new identity, he began to act under the name Yang Jian after merging the memories within this body.
"Whoa~"
As Yang Jian pondered these things, the carriage slowly came to a stop.
"Second Young Master, we've arrived at the door!"
The coachman's voice rang out.
Yang Jian, who had been sitting with his eyes closed in the carriage, opened them at this moment.
Seeing this, Sun Dapao pulled back the curtain first.
Yang Jian stepped down from the carriage, and two large stone lions came into view. The vermilion gate was very eye-catching, with a plaque that read "Yang Mansion" hanging high above it. But what attracted more attention was the screen wall next to it that read "Passing down a family tradition of integrity".
This mansion appears to be built with a three-courtyard layout and a screen wall, but it is actually arranged as a three-entrance, three-exit courtyard, with a mix of old and new styles.
The Yang family is a prominent clan in Yongkang County, and the current head of the family is the county magistrate. Their mansion is magnificent and grand, showcasing the heritage of a century-old family. The high and spacious entrance hall, the carved pillars and beams reveal the weight of history.
Several servants were waiting by the vermilion gate. When Yang Jian stepped down from the carriage, two servants quickly came to greet him.
"You two lift the things off the carriage and follow me."
When Yang Jian saw the two of them arrive, he made the arrangements and then went straight into the courtyard.
Upon hearing this, the two servants worked together to lift the wrapped water monkey and spear from the carriage and quickly caught up with Yang Jian.
Sun Dapao did not go inside, but left with the coachman.
"Second Young Master, Master wants you to go to the study."
As Yang Jian was walking towards his residence, a middle-aged butler in a blue overcoat was already waiting for him on his way back.
Upon seeing Yang Jian, the middle-aged steward bowed and said.
"Uncle Zhao, what does my father want with me?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's gaze sharpened.
His father, Yang Changhong, is usually very busy.
Yang Jian has been in this world for more than half a month, and he has only met his father three times. Two of those meetings were when his father came to check on him after he fell into the water and was being treated.
He must have something important to discuss if he goes there now.
"The second young master will find out when he gets there!"
Uncle Zhao smiled but didn't say anything, leading the way.
"Carry your things into my room and put them away properly. Don't let anyone touch anything inside."
Seeing this, Yang Jian glanced at the two servants behind him and gave them instructions.
He still needed to deal with the water monkey himself, but something came up and he had to postpone it for now.
After Yang Jian finished speaking, he left with Uncle Zhao.
The two walked one after the other along the long corridor. After passing the lotus pond, Uncle Zhao stopped in front of a house.
"Second Young Master, the Master is inside."
After Zhao Bo finished speaking, he voluntarily withdrew.
Yang Jian knocked on the door, and only after hearing a response from inside did he enter the house.
Rows of antique books came into view, and further inside, a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit, exuding a refined and scholarly air, and bearing a striking resemblance to Yang Jian, sat in the main seat.
This man was none other than Yang Jian's adoptive father in this life, Yang Changhong, the current head of the Yang family and the county magistrate of Yongkang County, who was drinking hot tea at the moment.
Beside them was another man, a burly man with a noticeable scar on his face, dressed in a black police uniform, who bore a slight resemblance to Yang Jian.
This man is Yang Jian's fifth uncle, Yang Changhui, the chief inspector of the police station's inspectorate.
Within Yongkang County, the two men, one a scholar and the other a warrior, were the two pillars of the Yang family, and the foundation of the Yang family's immense power and influence in Yongkang County.
If the police chief hadn't fallen into the hands of the Yang family, Yongkang County would have been entirely under their control.
"Father, Fifth Uncle."
Yang Jian walked over and took the initiative to greet him.
His expression was very calm.
"Um."
Yang Changhong put down his teacup and nodded slightly.
"Erlang looks good; he's recovering very well these past few days."
"If you're going to get things done, then spend less time with your cronies at brothels and more time doing real work and practicing martial arts."
Yang Changhui looked at Yang Jian carefully for a while, and when he saw that Yang Jian's gaze did not waver, he nodded slightly.
The original owner was somewhat afraid of his fifth uncle, Yang Changhui, because he liked to go to brothels with his cronies, and Yang Changhui caught him there many times, and he was always taught a lesson on the spot.
However, when Yang Jian saw Yang Changhui, he did not show the fear he used to have. It was not only because the person had been replaced, but also because he had told Yang Changhong that he wanted to turn over a new leaf and do practical things for the Yang family.
There is great terror between life and death, so it is normal to become sensible.
"I asked you to come here today because of your previous drowning incident. Your fifth uncle has already investigated and found out everything."
"It was the Zhao family's doing."
"The dead boatman was arranged by your crony Zhao Chenguang, the eldest son of the Zhao family, to deliberately create a coincidence to drag you down with him."
"It's all thanks to Old Sun's timely intervention; otherwise, you would have drowned in Yunxi Lake!"
Yang Changhong looked at Yang Jian and said calmly.
His emotions seemed calm and even, as if he were talking about a stranger.
However, a fierce glint lurked deep in his eyes, revealing that he was not as calm as he seemed.
"Brother, I've always said that old Zhao Xingzhou is a smiling tiger. He looks kind and friendly, but he's actually scheming and has been plotting against our Yang family for a long time."
"The fact that Zhao Chenguang dared to attack Erlang is a signal that next time he might target us."
"Zhao Xingzhou cannot be allowed to live!"
Yang Changhui's eyes flashed with a fierce light.
Inside the police station, Zhao Xingzhou was his superior, and he often caused him trouble.
Inside the police station, what Yang Changhui hated most was seeing Zhao Xingzhou's smiling face; he found it hypocritical and repulsive.
If Yang Changhong hadn't been mindful of his superiors and prevented him from taking action, he would have already attacked Zhao Xingzhou!
Yang Changhui sees Zhao Xingzhou's willingness to make a move as an opportunity to retaliate.