After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times
Chapter 1500: Modern Side Story (5)
Zhao Hezhen was only sad for a while, then asked Fu Changrong to search through historical books for news about her mother and brother.
But Fu Changrong searched all the books she could find and even went to the library to feel her way through the Braille books related to the Wei Jin period; there was none.
Zhao Hezhen repeatedly touched the text evaluating her grandfather, and below was a summary by later generations. Zhao Changyu was indeed, as contemporary people commented, the thousand-foot pine of Jin. Not long after his death, Great Jin fell into complete chaos, the Divine Land submerged, and most Han people perished due to natural disasters and war. In the chaos, Han people were referred to as "two-legged sheep," not only did civilians resort to eating children, but some military units even kept Han people as grain livestock; whenever disasters struck, tens of thousands perished.
Only a few Han people fled to the south, and a very few survived under northern barbarian regimes.
Zhao Hezhen was heartbroken, not knowing the fate of her mother and brother, whether they were among those who managed to escape or the ones who perished. Either scenario made her feel immense pity and sorrow.
Under the overturned nest, not one egg remained intact. If the nation was like this, how could one hope for peace at home?
Fu Changrong closed the historical book, "Just a few strokes and their entire lives are written."
Zhao Hezhen: "In this timeline, there isn’t even a single stroke for my parents and brother. History is too cruel; how can a small history book record it all?"
Zhao Hezhen’s desire to return home reached its peak, "I want to go home!"
Even if going back means possibly dying from the second household’s schemes, perishing in war, or being kept as livestock like the history books recorded, still, she wanted to go home.
Her mother was frail, and Second Son was so foolish; how could they possibly protect themselves and their mother?
Seeing Zhao Hezhen clenching her fists, Fu Changrong comforted her, "Things might not be as bad as we imagine..."
Zhao Hezhen lifted her tear-stained face, and Fu Changrong, full of words, found himself speechless.
Almost three months in this world; even when she just started learning to walk and stumbled frequently, bumping into tables and chairs, she never cried or had red eyes.
She was stronger than the outstanding men he had seen, yet now tears drenched her face due to worry for her family.
Fu Changrong’s heart softened, and he changed his words, "I’ll inquire about how to go back."
His status made it easier to ask around.
After three months, he and Zhao Hezhen realized that the people he interacted with in this world were the most knowledgeable and top-tier class.
They termed this kind of borrowing bodies as time travel.
It is said that long, long ago, people proposed theories about time machines and parallel universes. Although unverified, the very proposal indicated someone was researching it; perhaps someone might know how to go back.
Fu Changrong was somewhat confused himself, caught between wanting to return and hesitating to stay.
The longer he stayed in this world, the more interested he became; there were many things he wanted to learn, and for three months, he learned with enthusiasm.
Much of the knowledge, just by going through it once, he could integrate. He understood this had to do with what the original self had learned.
But after learning, he had more questions, like parallel spaces and time machines; if such phenomena and entities truly existed, would humans not be able to go to any desired timeframe?
In that case, apart from the current timeline, wouldn’t other parallel timelines be thrown into chaos?
He always believed that the way of heaven held steady, and a seemingly good event might bring about bad results, while a seemingly bad event could accomplish good things.
Yet these reflections vanished in the face of Zhao Hanzhang’s tears and sorrow, that’s it, their return could be considered "correcting chaos," returning to the right path.
Fu Changrong hesitated for another reason; he was not the first choice of his relatives. In Great Jin, neither grandfather nor parents couldn’t do without him.
To them, he was dispensable.
Hence, he envied Zhao Hezhen somewhat, "Though your life is difficult, whether it’s your mother or brother, you are their primary reliance and first choice; even your grandfather provided great care, paving a path for you."
Unlike him.
The internal relationships within the Fu Family had a feeling of gentlemen’s interactions as gentle as water, not only were his relations with parents indifferent, but also distant with grandfather, and even his uncles and father were not in touch with grandfather much.
They were scattered all over, each serving as officials, as grandfather said, "Each living their own life," he was wholeheartedly for the country, caring little for his sons with no extra energy, so he seldom asked his children to do anything.
Except for his father.
But that was because his father, Fu Xuan, was the eldest son and also a Prince Consort, so grandfather held high expectations, hoping he and mother would devote themselves to Great Jin and fulfill the responsibilities of a Prince Consort.
Sometimes he felt his father was quite pitiful.
He himself felt pitiful too.
His mother requested the same since he was the Emperor’s grandson, considered an Imperial Relative, believing it was his duty.
Humph, but he didn’t want to be Great Jin’s imperial grandson at all.
The grandfather was foolish, the great-grandfather prioritized personal affairs over the nation, not to mention his ancestors’ unjust actions against the previous dynasty; his education deeply ingrained unable to accept these.
Thus, Fu Changrong was quite rebellious; coupled with indifferent relations with parents, he couldn’t stand the disputes and pressures, hence fled from Chang’an to Luoyang.
From Chang’an to Luoyang, it would take less than five days on foot, yet he took nearly half a year. During that half-year, he saw all the world’s hardships, couldn’t find his own path, nor the nation’s path, at one point wanted to retreat into the mountains to hide.
But in front of the devastation, the heart of young Fu Changrong hadn’t cooled entirely, even though the path was unclear, he still wanted to strive for the nation, for himself, and also for the people.
Thus, he grit his teeth and walked toward Luoyang.
Now deciding to go back, he had vaguely found his path.
"Since going back, let’s learn more things and find a way to save the nation," Fu Changrong’s eyes grew increasingly bright, with ambition, "Who says we can only be fish meat for slaughter? With this extraordinary encounter, we should forge ahead, rescue ourselves, our family, and also the people."
Zhao Hezhen’s whole face lit up, her heartstrings stirred, she shouted, "Good!"
Deciding to return, the most precious thing to them was time.
Zhao Hezhen’s blindness indeed affected her greatly, learning things much slower than Fu Tinghan, hence they decided to spend a large amount of money to expedite the surgery process.
"Although it’s mercenary, the fact is, there’s nothing that cannot be exchanged for benefits in the world; if there is, the benefits must not be large enough, or what is exchanged isn’t the benefits they desire." Fu Changrong organized Fu Tinghan’s assets and let Shen Yan spend money liberally.
The medical equipment they intended to bring back was very valuable; there was no issue with the domestic customs, but the foreign country’s customs refused clearance, stalling at every step of verification.
Fu Changrong poured money tirelessly, barely opening a crack, with the consulate on that side helping, the opposing side finally granted passage, and the medical equipment began boarding the ship.
Once on the ship, reaching international waters, the remaining matters became much easier.
Shen Yan had already arranged a hospital for their reception, which was agreed upon from the start. Fu Tinghan would donate medical equipment to the hospital, the hospital would then engage doctors, form an expert team, perform surgery for Zhao Hanzhang, and ensure ongoing treatment.
Furthermore, each year there’d be a certain number of openings for charity, providing treatment for impoverished, blind patients.
This was discussed in the initial contract, besides medical equipment, Fu Tinghan initially also agreed to inject funds into this project annually, specifically for charity.
Shen Yan kept spending on his behalf while clicking his tongue, "You’ve spent too much for Zhao Hanzhang; won’t you tell him about these things?"
Fu Changrong remained silent.
He told Zhao Hezhen, yet Zhao Hanzhang may never know. Privately, the two lamented Fu Tinghan’s unrequited love, feeling fate was unfair, the accident came too quickly.

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