In July, Songjiang Mansion is more gloomy and bursting than before.

The typhoon that struck from the ocean enveloped the entire Songjiang Prefecture under its majestic power, and the waves rolled up directly and crashed on the streets, and the thick street trees were uprooted, and the windows were also blown with a rattle, making people truly feel the power of nature.

Due to the bad weather, all the fishing boats stopped going to sea and moored in the harbor, where the wind blew.

"When will this hellish weather end? ”

Wiping the rain off his face, Wang Mu scolded in a low voice, and then commanded the official in front of him: "Everyone, give it to me." I must stabilize this blast furnace for me, and I can't just be blown down. ”

"I'll understand. ”

The officials replied in unison, and then pulled the chains together to pull the crumbling blast furnace and prevent it from collapsing.

This steel plant is a new factory built by Wang Mu, which is to provide steel for the shipyard, but unfortunately because of the construction period, this steel plant is less than half built, and the typhoon came.

In order to prevent the blast furnace from being blown by the typhoon, Wang Mu came here and personally commanded his soldiers so that the blast furnace could be stabilized and not collapsed.

Everyone worked together to stabilize the blast furnace, and then all they had to do was connect the chains to the boulders on the ground, and they were safe.

However, at this time, the typhoon suddenly became stronger, and the blast furnace that had been pulled down was about to fall down again, and the officials had exhausted their strength, so how could they hold it?

"Oops!"

When Wang Mu saw this scene, he immediately jumped into the air, grabbed the iron chain with his bare hands, and the true yuan was included in his feet, and his body sank suddenly, and he actually pulled the blast furnace again with only one person.

When all the officials saw this scene, they all admired: "It is worthy of the prefect of the king, such martial arts are really good." ”

"Don't stop, fasten the chain. ”

Wang Mu's eyebrows were furrowed, sweat was dripping on her forehead, the blast furnace weighed dozens of tons, and with her skills, it could only last for a moment.

The official also hurriedly replied: "I'll understand." Then he walked up, took off the chain from the stone pillar weighing thousands of pounds, and then dragged it together, and pulled it to the edge of the chain, ready to buckle it.

At this moment, Wang Mu felt that his heart was slammed, as if he had lost something important, and his arm was weak and he loosened the chain.

This loosening is terrible, the blast furnace is about to fall down again, the panicked officials have rushed up, together with the chain buckle, "bang" the blast furnace was shaken, the iron chain pulled "clang" sound, tight.

"Whew, stability has finally been restored. ”

Everyone looked at the blast furnace that had not fallen, and then they felt a little comforted, and then they noticed Wang Mu, and hurriedly asked, "By the way, the prefect." Are you okay? ”

The previous blast furnace was extremely heavy, even though Wang Mu's skills were profound, but it was also an extremely difficult thing to stabilize it, not to mention that Wang Mu almost couldn't support it at the beginning, if they didn't even buckle the iron chain, I was afraid that it would be terrible.

"I'm fine. ”

Wang Mu shook his head, but he pressed it to his chest, thinking carefully about the previous situation.

The sudden palpitations made her wonder, she didn't know what the reason was, and she knew her body quite well, and she hadn't suffered any injuries before, so it was impossible for her to be in this condition.

With doubts, Wang Mu returned to the palace.

A few days later, the typhoon that had swept through Matsue Prefecture finally came to an end.

A round of sun hanging in the sky, waving a gentle ray, shining on everyone's body. Although the typhoon passed through this time, although it was a heavy loss, the people in the city were not discouraged, and still believed that as long as they continued to work hard like this, they would definitely usher in a better tomorrow.

At this moment, they are busy in the sky under the scorching sun, recovering what had been destroyed by the typhoon, even the steel plant, where many workers gathered to clean up all kinds of garbage in the steel plant, and around the blast furnace, so that many fixed brackets could be added.

With these things, they are confident that when the next typhoon comes, the blast furnace will not be blown away.

At this time, the cruise ship from Chang'an also arrived in Songjiang Mansion.

"What? You said my father died?"

Wang Mu was startled and jumped up directly from the seat.

The messenger smiled wryly, "That's right. Just three days ago, because of an argument with Wang Xiong, he was pushed to the ground and his heart was pierced by the porcelain piece, so——"

"Three days ago? wasn't it when a typhoon swept through Songjiang Prefecture that day?"

Wang Mu's heart darkened, remembering everything that happened before, the situation of that day, she thought that it was because of her own exercises, but now she thinks that it should be the father and daughter who are connected, so there will be a foreshadowing.

The messenger asked, "So Premier Zhang asked me to ask you." What are you going to do next?"

According to the rules of the past, Wang Mu, as the daughter of Wang Chuanzhi, had to keep filial piety for three years, of course, this is just the rules of the Song Dynasty, and there is no such thing in the Chinese Dynasty.

However, considering public opinion, filial piety and other factors, at least Wang Mu should also go to Chang'an to see off Wang Chuanzhi.

There is no doubt about this,

Wang Mu affirmed: "Needless to say, of course it is to return to Chang'an." ”

If it was other news, she could have dismissed it, but the deceased was her father, and even if it was a funeral for him, she should go back.

The messenger was suddenly surprised, and opened his mouth to ask, "Back to Chang'an?"

"The typhoon has passed, and there isn't much going on in the city, it's basically just some repair work, and I'm away for a while, and I can keep going. Wang Mu closed his head and replied, "Let's go quickly." Otherwise, by the time my father passed the first seven, it would be too late. Wang Mu's expression was like water, revealing a little sadness, and he couldn't help but remember his father's figure in his mind.

It's not a burly body, but it's willing to hold up a piece of the sky for her, and has been protecting her to the extent that she grows to this day, and for this reason, she hasn't continued even to old age.

"Why. Why don't you wait for me to be successful and just leave?"

Clenching her fists, Wang Mu felt that her eyes had become hazy, and several tears splashed on the ground, and it was only now that she knew that she was not as strong as she thought, and if her relatives died, she would also cry, grieve, and feel uncomfortable for it.

This heart-wrenching grief is tormenting her, and scolding her, why hasn't she taken the time to spend time with her father before?

The whistle sounded, and the mail ship began to slowly accelerate underfoot.

Through the windows, you can see rows of neatly arranged buildings being built along the wide asphalt road on the shore, showing the thriving economy of the area, and there are tourists playing on the road, pointing at the ships sailing on the river, looking surprised.

But Wang Mu was not in the mood to enjoy all these things he had created with his own hands, and he was still in the grief of his father's death, clenching the letters sent by his father with both hands, and the whole person fell into a daze, and he never turned around for a long time.

The scene changed, and when he got off the train, Wang Mu knew that he had returned to Chang'an.

First arrived in Xiangyang by boat, and then transferred from Xiangyang to Chang'an, the journey for three consecutive days did not stop for a while, and then came to this place where he once grew up.

It was no different from ten years ago, Wang Mu followed the route of memory, and soon came to the door of his house, although he was surprised that the small courtyard had become a three-story shop facing the street, but he was also accustomed to it, after all, these things, my father told her in the letter.

"Little lady Wang. ”

Seeing Wang Mu walking into it, the master hurriedly lowered his head and apologized: "I'm really sorry, I didn't follow your request and take care of the master." ”

"Alai, you don't need to blame yourself. When your father dies, it may be fate, so you don't need to worry about it. ”

Wang Mu's face sank like water, crossed the threshold, took the white turban and sackcloth handed over, and then took off his regular clothes, changed the sackcloth on, and the turban was also tied on his forehead, and the whole person was like a puppet, numbly walking into the mourning hall.

Seeing the coffin placed in the mourning hall, Wang Mugong respectfully kowtowed nine times, and the whole process was silent, and the people next to him also seemed to feel depressed, and they were silent one by one, and the whole atmosphere was extremely solemn.

It was only after the whole ceremony was completed that Wang Mufang stood up, and then stood aside, ready to greet those beloved guests.

And from that door, there are also many people coming at this moment, these are the people who Wang Chuanzhi helped before, because they heard the news of Wang Chuanzhi's death, so they came overnight to mourn, only because Wang Mu had not come back before, so they waited until now.

Now that Wang Mu has appeared, they also rushed back, thanking Wang Chuanzhi and expressing condolences to Wang Mu, among which there are also people who comfort Wang Mu, but they are all rejected by Wang Mu.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, but after a while, a group of people walked in from outside the door.

These people were disheveled, and there was no sadness on their faces, but rather a look of triumph that made people feel bored to look at. When the master saw this group of people walking in, he was also annoyed, and immediately walked up, trying to stop the other party, but was pulled by several people and let these people break into the mourning hall.

"I said niece, it's a shame that you miss your family affection, and come back all the way to pay tribute to your eldest brother. The man lowered his head, looked at Wang Mu with a happy face, and said, "It's just your family, it seems that you are the only one." Why don't you let me help you?"

Wang Mu clenched his eyebrows, glanced at this person with a slight pause, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

"Hey. Didn't the eldest brother forget to tell you? My name is Wang Chuanxing, and I am his younger brother. Because I heard that my eldest brother had died, I came from Sichuan. ”

Wang Chuanxing replied with a smile: "What's the matter, niece." Isn't it that you're upset? But that's okay. Since I'm here, I'll take good care of you. Seeing that Wang Mu was alone, he said again: "And my brother is not presentable, and he won't even help you get married? But don't worry, I will naturally help you arrange all this." ”