My old man died in his seventies, but no one followed him. This made me and my relatives wonder. The old man had a large plot of land on the farm, which was planted with wheat and corn, and the wheat was harvested, but the corn was not yet ripe. The old man died, but none of his sons came back, not even when he was dying. Some people said that the old man had raised a little wife in the city and had forgotten his relatives in the village, and some people said that the son might have been angry and would not come to see him off. Anyway, all kinds of speculation came along, but I couldn't find the answer.
Although the old man has many relatives in the village, his son is the oldest and most responsible in my generation. He was smart and clever when he was a child, and when he grew up, he was quite promising, and learned a lot of farm work from the old man. In the village, people say that "the old man gave birth to a good son", but now it seems that this "good son" has disappeared, which makes me feel indescribable guilt and regret.
Just when the family was talking, an eldest brother in the village came to me for a heart-to-heart talk. He said that his son had met my eldest son in the city, but the two did not seem to be on good terms. The eldest brother enlightened me and said: "People always have selfish intentions, and so do relatives and brothers, maybe my son has a grudge and thinks that these old men are unfair to him, so he will not come to the end." "The more I listened, the more weak my heart became, the pain of these old men came with the whole family, and I should do something for the old man.
Looking at the people who were busy all day in the village, my heart became more and more heavy, and the problem of maintaining my son has been bothering me for a long time. The eldest son of the city has always been a mystery in this family, and it seems that because he was so prosperous in the city, he began to alienate his relatives in the village, and we no longer know about him, and we feel as if we have become a street rat.
At this time, I suddenly heard a movement outside, a familiar voice, the eldest son had returned. He looked at me, sighed deeply, and said, "My father died in that hut in the city, so I didn't get back for a long time. "I have a thousand words in my heart, but I can't say a single one. At this moment, I began to think about the question of inheritance, the land of the old man, the inheritance of the old man, who should inherit it?
I looked at my eldest son's anxious and helpless appearance, and the contradictions in my heart began to rise slowly. Although he didn't go home for many years for various reasons, after all, he was the biological son of the old man, and it was natural to inherit everything from the old man. But at the same time, I am worried that the relatives in the village will be dissatisfied, they have helped the old man to some extent, and they deserve some compensation, these are the old man's thoughts left before his death. Such contradictions and entanglements make me feel a little powerless.
The eldest son walked up to me and whispered, "My father has set up a charitable fund in the city and left a lot of money, which he hopes will be used to help all the people in need in the village, and he told me that I must do it." "I couldn't help but let my tears fall. The old man also mentioned this idea to me at ordinary times, but he was not in good health during his lifetime and could not realize it. Now that my eldest son has mentioned it, the pressure in my heart has been slowly released, and the issue of inheritance has gradually come to an eyebrow.
The eldest son and I discussed it, and we decided to use part of the old man's estate to set up a foundation to help those in need in the village. Watching my eldest son deal with these matters seriously made me feel even more gratified. All this also rekindled my hope for my eldest son, and also made me understand that tolerance and understanding are the foundation of solving problems.
After a few days, the people of Zhuang began to know that the money left by the old man was used to establish the foundation, and everyone praised the old man's good deeds, and began to change their opinion of the eldest son. However, at this time, a shocking news suddenly came from the village.
It is said that in the city, the eldest son has always been a person who mingles between black and white, and has close contacts with some inconsistencies. This news quickly became a topic of discussion in the village, and people's emotions began to fluctuate. After thinking about it, I decided to talk to my eldest son about it.
I found my eldest son in the city and asked him bluntly what he had done, and the eldest son was a little embarrassed. He explained that he did have dealings with some friends, but he did not do anything illegal. I looked into my eldest son's eyes and knew he had something to hide. I still couldn't fully believe my son's explanation, and my doubts spread out again.
This time the conflict seemed to be even more tricky, and I deeply felt that I was in a dilemma. Although the eldest son is his own flesh and blood, what he does is unacceptable. The relatives of the village also began to feel indignant at the eldest son's behavior, believing that such behavior had disgraced the old man's face.
This contradiction also made me feel powerless again. The eldest son in the city, and the relatives in the village, the contradiction between the two parties became more and more acute. The whole family seems to be in trouble again. I began to think about how to resolve this conflict and how to better manage the relationship between the two.
The pressures and conflicts from the family hung over me like a dark cloud, and I was reminded of the old man's last wish and the arrangement of the money that my eldest son had promised him. I began to weigh what I expected of my eldest son over the years against what my eldest son had done. How can we balance all this, so that the relatives of the village will no longer be disappointed, and the eldest son will not be in a desperate situation under such circumstances?
The eldest son in the city also seemed to notice that the people in the village were shaken, and he began to take the initiative to arrange a charity event, hoping to clear his notoriety in this way. However, all this did not seem to completely calm the indignation of the relatives in the village, and everyone still had a very cold attitude towards him.
This tension was beyond my ability, and I began to feel that I could not face such pressures and contradictions alone. The people of Shojo began to demand a public condemnation of the eldest son's actions and asked that Shojo's relatives be involved in the management of the donations. For such a request, I also began to feel extremely tormented in my heart. It was not easy to convince my eldest son to compromise him, but I really couldn't delay any longer with my relatives on the village.
In the face of such contradictions and pressures, I fell into an unprecedented anxiety. This time the conflict seemed to be far beyond what I could handle, and I began to lose my inner coping strategy. Now, I can only rely on my own judgment and decisions step by step to find clues to solve the problem.
During this time, my eldest son and I have been busy dealing with the affairs left by the old man, and after the establishment of the foundation, we began to prepare for various tasks. In the charity activities in the city, the eldest son showed excellent organizational skills and social skills, and dutifully fulfilled the old man's last wish. Looking at the confidence and excitement on his face, the doubts and suspicions I had in my heart seemed to be shattered.
However, at a working meeting of the foundation, a middle-aged man with a ball of balls stood up and introduced himself: "I am the old king of Guizhuang, and I have some dissatisfaction with the management of the foundation. "Lao Wang has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he looks polite. The eldest son's expression sank and asked Lao Wang the reason for his dissatisfaction. Lao Wang said, "The land planted by the old man has now become part of the foundation, and I think that these lands should be managed by me, and the old man promised me before his death." ”
I was shocked when I heard this, I didn't know that the old man had promised to hand over the land to the old king to manage. But Lao Wang said such words in public, which made me think about the various promises made by Lao Han during his lifetime. The other Zhuang Shangren present also began to talk about the various promises and arrangements made to them by the old man during his lifetime. Looking at such a scene, a mixed mood welled up in my heart.
The eldest son was obviously a little stunned, and his eyes revealed confusion and contradiction. We made a fuss, and the hearts of the people in the village began to stir up tumbling waves. I always thought that the old man trusted everyone in the village, but now it seems that he has left a promise to everyone, which makes me doubt the old man's arrangements during his lifetime.
At this time, the eldest son suddenly frowned, and he said: "My father confessed before his death that he wanted me to inherit his land and property according to the law. Those plots of land are part of what I should inherit and will not be given to others at will. His words revealed a firm and unshakable will, and I understood more that as the son of an old man, his inherited rights and interests could not be denied.
This contradiction is tied together, so that the whole village is overwhelmed. But I began to think about whether the promises and arrangements made by the old man during his lifetime were kind to everyone or arranged in his heart, all of which made me feel a blockage in my chest. This battle for the inheritance of real estate made me feel that the order of this family was being shaken a little bit.
After the eldest son and I discussed it, we began to deal with the old man's estate and the affairs of the foundation. He had a lot of connections in the city, and soon contacted some experienced people, and together they initiated the establishment of Lao Han's charitable foundation, and many kind-hearted people also helped for this. When the people in the village heard the news, they were very happy and came to express their gratitude to us, and some even shed tears of excitement.
On this festive occasion, a stone in my heart was finally put down. I deal with these matters with my eldest son, and I feel a little relieved to see him serious and responsible. Perhaps, there will always be a solution to the problems in life, as long as you are willing to think with your heart, you can always find the answer.
However, just then, an unexpected circumstance disrupted our plans. Rumors began to spread in the village that the old man's charitable foundation was a scam orchestrated by the eldest son for his own personal gain. After the news broke, the people of the village were panicked and discussed, and some people began to question our motives and intentions.
I feel very angry and helpless about these rumors. Why did the eldest son be slandered for helping the people in Zhuangshang? Over the years, perhaps he was indeed estranged from his relatives in Zhuangshang, but he also had smooth sailing in the city, worked hard, and always carried the old man's deep attachment to the people of Zhuangshang, and wanted to help more people. The spread of rumors made my heart burn with anger and at the same time extremely heartbroken. The relatives around me have been wronged, and the grievances and helplessness in my heart make me unable to calm down.
But the eldest son told me, "My father's inheritance is used to help the family on the farm." These rumors may cause us to be wronged, but I believe that the truth will eventually come out, and everything we do is to let the people in the village get real help. After listening to his words, I pondered for a long time and finally understood that no matter how much the outside world slanders, as long as what we do is done out of good intentions and in the hope of helping others, it is worth persevering and fighting for.
Still, the spread of rumours is a source of lingering concern. I began to worry that if this situation continued, it could have a very negative impact on the future development of Lao Han's charitable foundation. How to deal with these rumors has become the biggest headache for me at the moment.
While I was worrying about how to deal with this matter, my eldest son came up to me and told me with a smile on his face: "My father's friends in the city have heard about this incident, and they are willing to come forward together to help us clear up this rumor, and they are also willing to participate in the old man's charitable foundation." When I heard this, I couldn't help but be shocked, surprised, and more glad. The old man's friends in the city came forward to defend us, which was not only a recognition of the eldest son, but also a kind of support and protection for the old man and the Zhuang Shangren.
All this gives me hope. Perhaps, the difficulties and contradictions we face are far less difficult to solve than we think. As long as we have good intentions and keep working hard, things will always turn around. When we are in it, we may feel pain and helplessness, but when everything is gone, we will be left with a sunny sky. In that case, let's work together to welcome the bright days that are coming.