Good strong father

Qin Hill did not actually go away, but in the ancestral manor, a man sat in silence. The ride is three days and two nights.

Three days and two nights, he did one thing only, and is constantly doing the one thing -

Mill gun!

Yuet Wah Zhebing tips covered by a big gun like the ancestral Hanmang, Qin Jia Zhuang centuries witnessed the rise and fall of strongman in the blood of countless booze, now being enshrined into the ancestral hall, the transmission has a paramount significance.

Every time when the family crisis, Qin Jiazi ancestral brother This post will be to big guns, hold up the hope of the family, blaze a trail, hit the family's power and prestige.

Qin Hill sent back all the servants, not allow anyone to disturb and focuses Mozhe This post big gun.

Son of the living child to the military hospital was to send back the body of a little cold. Please at least a dozen doctors to have a look of apology after the pulse end account one: prepare for his funeral it.

Funeral?

If the son died, the family will cut off the only incense. Qin Jia Zhuang what funeral at all?

Qin has been too lazy to consider Hill funeral, the son of coma three days and two nights, only one thought - revenge, revenge!

With the ancestral large gun, kill the murderer killed his son, killed him a full door is not left!

Qin Hill is a poor family patriarch East Town. That year gave birth to thirty-year-old Qin Warriors, the only son.

In this world, a noble family, no one really is a male Dingji Cheng unimaginable. Also used to describe the disaster is not too much.

Hill then married six contained Qin, Qin knee sleeves only a daughter. Indispensable to the outside world so full of baseless rumor.

"Hill with the sea, even the sons of incense are not, it is also worth a damn ah?"

"It Qin, Generations, the next 'family of products', their status of Qin's poor family, afraid to be taken down."

"Hey, I heard like a hundred years ago, Qin, whatever the outcome, also a wealthy. I did not expect an assessment of two decades 'family of products', actually falling at each level, with a fall of two three. Estimated that next session, and we really want to become, like the civilians. "

These words, some are privately whispered and, after reached his ears; some simply is outspoken, Qin Hill in front of the face, too, no cover.

Later his wife Tianmiao'd live up to expectations, and finally gave birth to his son, that is, Qin Warriors. The child was born carrying the Qin family would all hope, result in the military hospital school children, he was immediately killed!

And shortly after his wife gave birth to his son, also passed away due to the wind after delivery.

First to bear the pain of middle-aged death of his wife, and now they face death of a child of the War!

Son is the only incense the Qin Jia Zhuang, Qin is a little bit of hope now is off incense, Qin clock recovery plan for a moment broken, Qin Ganchangcunduan Hill how can we not? A son, Qin, there is hope ah! No son, the family of all recovery plans will be empty!

This is not patriarchal Qin Hill, but all the secular world the rules are clear-cut male-dominated.

Take the next two decades, a national "family of products", there are still four years and will meet again. This family of products results, will determine whether to retain aristocratic Qin a seat.

And participate in this "family of products," the first is a prerequisite - is there no male Ding Jicheng people!

Then is the other indicators.

If there is no son, incense broken, and all of the question. Everyone knows that a family without a male is not possible to have lasting vitality.

Qin Hill is a stronger man, he do not want, in the tradition of the four hundred years Baiyue State of Qin incense, noble in their own hands have lost the qualification, to be cut as a civilian membership.

Although, at this time Qin already among the lowest elite level, that is - a poor family.

Even a poor family, after all, the nobility retained a seat capacity, with some corresponding powers of the aristocracy, including the social status, land, estate, business and so on.

Once eligibility has been deprived of a poor family, then dropped to civilian membership. So first of Qin's huge family business will change hands and become someone else's property.

As a civilian family, is not qualified to own private property.

Son's death, all the hopes of Qin burnt to ashes!

Since the enemy off his hopes of Qin, Qin did not give him a way out. So as a noble, Qin Hill only one thought, it is to pay the same price for enemies.

Qin Hill raised his head, hanging from three ancestral classroom prominent Zuxun side!

Qin clan seeking middle class I, five times the force of the blow.

Those who seek the status of my Qin, ten times the power of the attack it.

I want to die one by Qin, to hit it, crash and burn, the expense!

Tip, has been worn sharp, dense natural exudes Hanmang stinging eyes. Qin Hill Hanmang eyes, turned their guns more than a bit sharp.

Bang, bang!

Is midnight, the ancestral hall outside the door, beat the door was full. Qin hear footsteps on the Hill know that his trusted Qin Sixi.

Qin Sixi only know him the patriarch of stay in the ancestral hall.

Qin Hill to ignore continued Mozhe his gun, as if all of the effort are poured in Zhebing gun, as if to wear the gun in this action, the talk of all his anger and pain ... ...

Bang, bang, bang!

Qin Sixi effort beat his door: "chiefs, chiefs!"

Hill implied wroth Qin said: "Sixi, I said, do not bother me!"

"The patriarch, well ... ... Good news ah. Master he survived it!" Qin Sixi incoherent, almost tearful shouting.

Bam!

Qin Hill suddenly transfixed, wringing his hands suddenly felt a rush of grip weakness, hand in a loose, big guns fall, they turned their guns hit the grindstone, and shot a flame to light.

"The patriarch, is true, the young master alive! Missy decent people over East Town to find you." Qin Sixi old man in tears, said as he cried, every word dig the pit of the stomach Qin Hill's son.

"Alive?" Qin Hill want to get up but felt dizzy, staggering feet, floating like a body in a dream. Son did not die? Alive?

Staggered to the door and was about to open the door. Suddenly the idea of ​​a turn and stopped. Straightened scattered in the code of dress, and big guns back to their ancestral respectfully picked up back into the position of worship.

Done all this work Qin Hill restrained emotion, this calmly opened the door.

He is the head of a family, but also the father of two children, all emotions, all the emotions, can only vent in the ancestral hall of the door.

Walk out the door, he must make a patriarch and father should set an example.

In front of her face Qin sleeve running towards us with joy: "Dad, dad, brother, he did not die, he came back to life!"

Qin Hill to see her daughter, Qin Sixi excited to see, the heart has long been the proliferation of waves can not, look like the old well is not waves, gently, "ah" sound.

It is transported step foot flying, walking rapidly toward the manor.

"Dad, wait for me!" Qin sleeves do not keep up with his father's footsteps.

"Missy ... ..." Qin Qin sleeve Sixi stopped, shook his head gently to her, "Missy, do not disturb the patriarch, a man let him go. Patriarch here, sitting for three days and two nights, he was too depressed for a long time! "

"Sixi uncle, dad has been left alone in the ancestral hall?" Qin sleeve to the incredible looked.

"Has been left alone, has been shot in the mill."

Qin sleeves stay for, suddenly understand something. Huarong can not help but pale, carefully asked: "Sixi uncle, dad mill gun, but it is going to do?"

Qin Sixi sighed: "Missy, this matter must not be brought before the chiefs. Master alive today, the dust is gone. This ancestral big guns, or to continue it here dedicated to it."

The faithful old servant, and ministered to Qin Hill for decades, the best understanding of the character of the patriarch, however. Patriarch soft on the outside know the inside. In the young master after the accident, the patriarch must have been holding the fish die broke mentality to a total disaster preparation.

Thankfully, the young master finally came back to life. Qin Jia Zhuang from the abyss of destruction out of the quagmire.

Show the amount of Qingcu Qin sleeve, looked up to see the ancestral hall in the Zuxun, thoughtfully.

... ...

Wu Xing Qin Hill to see the first thing we will know to who. Son with the kind of heart, the feeling of flesh attached, like past lives had actually given the general good luck.

Qin did not whisper comfort Hill, just a simple look, puts one out from the abyss of despair, the father role very clear outline.

Legendary father as a mountain, is the feeling it?

Wu Xing heart some blocking, Tide, and with the slightest touch, the slightest warmth.

That is the eyes, Wu Xing Qin Warriors felt the weight in the hearts of men. All felt the plight of the family, all the pressure.

Meanwhile, he also felt on the shoulders of this new identity, what was pressing a heavy responsibility.

Now, the real Qin Warriors are dead, these responsibilities, threw, has fallen on the shoulders of his arms galaxy.

Duty-bound to difficulties? Or entangled aside, turning a blind eye?

Qin sleeve that broke her sister's tears, his father's eyes full of love, seems to have given all the answers.