Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Qin Qingrong glanced at him and said, "What's the matter, Fourth Brother? I always talk like this. If you are not used to it, you can leave. If you don't want to leave, just listen to me!"

Qin Qingjun also knew what kind of character Qin Qingrong was. Moreover, he was now a powerful official and he really couldn't afford to offend him. He could only bow his head and submit.

Qin Qingnian came over to smooth things over as soon as he saw it.

"We're all family, so don't be so angry. Qingrong, I called you here today because Uncle Qi has something important to discuss with you."

Qin Qingrong glanced at him, walked straight to the chair next to the altar, and sat down. This chair was for the patriarch, and even the old man, who was of such a high generation, was not qualified to sit on it.

Qin Qingrong leaned back in his chair, rolled his eyes, and said in a pretentious tone,

"What's the big deal? Someone's dead? Or is there a fire? How come I don't know?"

The old man suppressed his anger. After all, it was more important for his son to be able to enter the ancestral tomb and have his spirit tablet placed on the altar. He glanced at Qin Qingrong and said,

"Qingrong, our family's Qingyou was in the factory. In order to protect the country's property, he died together with the dog spies who came to sabotage. He is a hero and a martyr, so I want to discuss with you about burying Qingyou in the ancestral tomb and setting up a tablet for him and placing it in the ancestral hall."

Qin Qingrong was also surprised. He and Qin Qingyou had always had a good relationship. He asked hurriedly,

"Uncle Qi, what's going on? Please tell me in detail..."

The old man told the story of Qin Qingrong's sacrifice from beginning to end. Qin Qingrong's face darkened. After a while, he said,

"Uncle Qi, you mean Qingyou sacrificed his life, but his ashes are gone, isn't that right?"

The old man nodded, and Qin Qingrong hesitated for a moment.

"You mean to build a tomb for my brother Qingyou and place his spirit tablet in the ancestral hall, right?"

The old man looked at him.

"What do you think?"

Qin Qingrong's fingers tapped on the altar.

"Uncle Qi, I'm afraid I can't promise you this."

The old man was stunned.

"It's not Qingrong, please say it again, what do you mean?"

Qin Qingrong said,

"Seventh Uncle, what I mean is that although Qingyou is a hero and a martyr, he cannot be buried in the ancestral tomb, and his tablet cannot be placed on the ancestral altar."

When the old man heard this, his eyes widened and he asked through gritted teeth,

"Why?"

Qin Qingrong waved his hand.

"Uncle Qi, please take a seat. I'll tell you why. Our Qin family has a rule that no one from the future generations can enter the ancestral tomb without bones, and no wandering souls are allowed to enter the ancestral hall. I believe you've heard of this, right?"

The old man nodded. Indeed, there was such a rule in the early years, which meant that lonely ghosts could not enjoy the offerings of the Qin family, otherwise it would ruin the feng shui. However, over the years, this rule had never been used. Now that Qin Qingrong brought it up, it was obvious that he was not allowing Qin Qingyou's tablet to be placed on the altar, let alone buried in the ancestral tomb.

The old man was annoyed at that moment. He slapped the armrest of the chair, stood up, pointed at Qin Qingrong and said,

"Qin Qingrong, what do you mean? My son is a hero. He sacrificed his life to protect national property. This is the glory of our Qin family. Why can't he be buried in the ancestral tomb? Can't he be placed on the altar?"

Qin Qingrong smiled slightly. He liked to see the old man angry. He wished that the old man would die of anger.

"Uncle Qi, I advise you not to get excited. These rules are not made by me. In the past, you elders always told my father to abide by this rule and that rule. Why don't you have to abide by these rules? If that's the case, then why did you establish them?"

Qin Qingjun interrupted and said,

"Qingrong, I think this matter..."

Before he could finish, Qin Qingrong's eyes widened and he glared at Qin Qingjun fiercely.

"That's the rule, no one can do anything about it."

Qin Qingjun said,

"There are always exceptions to everything. Qingyou's actions are the pride of our Qin family. I think we should make an exception."

Qin Qingrong sneered,

"Make an exception? Are you the patriarch or am I the patriarch?"

Qin Qingjun was stunned.

"Of course you are the patriarch!"

"Since I'm the clan leader, I think we can't break this rule. If you make an exception today and he makes an exception tomorrow, then what's the point of having rules? Without rules, there's no order. Uncle Seven, you taught me that!"

The old man was so angry that he was shaking. He pointed his finger at Qin Qingrong.

"Qin Qingrong, Qin Qingrong, you are deliberately looking for trouble, right?"

Qin Qingrong said seriously,

"Look at what you are saying. You are my uncle, Qingyou is my brother, how can I find fault with you? If this were not a rule in the clan, I would definitely support it with both hands.

But this is a rule passed down by our ancestors, and as the clan leader, I established it to uphold this rule. I can't let anyone take this backdoor!"

The old man was so angry that he sat down on the chair. He couldn't speak for a long time. Qin Qingrong stood up and

"Is everything alright? If not, I need to go home and take a break. This whole day has been filled with all this crap!"

He walked out of the ancestral hall slowly, and Qin Qingnian limped out with him. When they reached the yard, Qin Qingnian grabbed Qin Qingrong, his tone full of pleading.

"Qingrong, I know you've been holding back your anger. You've been holding a grudge against your seventh uncle for the death of your third uncle, so you've been trying to stir up trouble everywhere.

This time, even if I, as your brother, beg you, Uncle Seven is so old, and this is his only request, please agree to it..."

Qin Qingrong was not polite to him at all. He turned around and said,

"Second brother, just stay in the ancestral hall and take care of the things you should take care of, and don't meddle in the things you shouldn't take care of. If you think the work in the ancestral hall is too easy,

Then I will arrange for you to feed the cows. I think by then you will understand what it means not to meddle in other people's business! " After saying that, he left.

Qin Qingnian's face turned pale with anger. He knew that any further persuasion would be futile. He turned around and went back to the ancestral hall. Several people in the ancestral hall were discussing the matter.

Qin Qingjun said loudly,

"This Qin Qingrong seems to be increasingly disregarding us, especially after becoming the team leader. I think he's getting more and more arrogant, even using the rules of our ancestors to justify his actions. How many centuries ago was that?"

Qin Qingnian also said,

"Yes, this Qingyou is the glory of our Qin family. I believe that if our ancestors knew about this, they would also praise this descendant in the future generations."

The other two old men who had a good relationship with Qin Qingrong glanced at each other, stood up and said,

"I think what Qingrong said makes sense. Rules are rules. Once rules are established, they must be followed. And I also heard that the country's martyrs and heroes are buried in Babaoshan. They are enjoying the country's offerings. So, let's wait and see. If there is nothing else, we will leave first..."

They left, leaving a few people looking at each other in bewilderment. Suddenly, the old man slapped the arm of the chair vigorously and said to Qin Qingnian,

"Ring the bell and call a clan meeting. I want to remove Qin Qingrong as clan leader!"