Everyone Loves the Rong Clan's Son

Transmigration

Author: Feng Jiu

Synopsis: Rong Xi was a 23rd-century genius tech wiz. Frail since birth with staggering intellect, his research scope was immensely broad, and he did not even spare web literature.

Working himself to death at home, the moment he opened his eyes, he found he had transmigrated into a cannon-fodder minor character in a BL novel.

Rong Xi cared nothing for any of that; he only cared that he now possessed a healthy physique and could continue his grand enterprise of research!

Yet as he researched and researched, how did he end up together with the shou protagonist's adoptive father?

When the notorious Rong clan's son embarks upon a journey of construction—

Local magistrate: The Rong clan's son is truly a descent of Shennong! The yield per mu of grain in our county has doubled last year's! This is political achievement! Political achievement, I tell you!

Junior vice minister of works: Minister Rong has fathered a fine son! This project will benefit all peoples!

Rong clan disciples: Eldest Brother possesses peerless talent and extraordinary skills, commanding admiration!

Minister of War: Thanks to the blessing of the Rong gentleman, this divine weaponry and sharp gear shall surely spread the might of our nation!

Young emperor: Bestow rewards upon rewards!

Great Wei's God of War: Do fewer research projects, be careful not to harm your health.

Transmigrating tech wiz optimistic and open-minded shou vs. power-usurping court-ruling God of War gong

1. Fictional era, please do not fact-check.

2. Su, refreshing story, leveling-up flow, somewhat slow-burn.

3. The protagonist possesses a Golden Body, not a golden finger, please be aware~

4. Mutual pampering between gong and shou, HE.

Content Tags: Farming, sweet story, transmigration, refreshing story

Search Keywords: Protagonist: Rong Xi ┃ Supporting Characters: Qin Ke ┃ Others: Refreshing story, sweet story, HE

Chapter 1

Beneath the eaves, the autumn wind blew chilly and bleak.

Jiang Weiping folded his sleeves to fend off the cool wind, standing with shrunken shoulders. On the veranda pillars, the red paint was peeled away by wind and frost, wood grain alternating with patches of paint in a mottled and dilapidated state.

In a moment, an old man whose hair was half-white stepped out, his cheeks lean and brows furrowed. He stood beneath the eaves and beckoned to him.

"The gentleman is calling for you." His expression carried a trace of disdain.

This old man was Liu He, the keeper of the Rong clan's ancestral residence. Because his masters had risen to high prominence, he fancied his own status had risen along with them.

After all, throughout the entirety of Linxi Town and even Mengshan County, Minister Rong was the only third-rank capital official to be produced.

The thought flashed through his mind and vanished in an instant. Jiang Weiping lowered his hands and bowed, removing his shoes to follow Liu He inside.

In the depths of autumn, the chill practically pierced through the soles of his feet straight into his body. He rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, inadvertently raising his head to catch sight of a pair of clear eyes, and instantly froze in a trance.

He had heard that Minister Rong's legitimate eldest son had committed a grave offense and was banished back to the Linxi ancestral home, not even leaving a single maidservant behind.

Upon learning of this, he had sighed with deep emotion. If he were the son of a high official, he would certainly study diligently to bring honor to his ancestors, rather than acting like those wastrel youths who only knew how to indulge in frivolous pursuits and ruin their own potential.

Now, seeing the Rong clan's Eldest Brother in person, this notion grew all the more intense.

He hurriedly lowered his head to conceal his hidden, private sigh, offering a slight bow. "This humble person pays respects to Rong gentleman."

Rong Xi closely observed the person before him.

Clad in coarse brown linen, with a robust build, resolute features, and a wheat-colored complexion, he looked strong and powerful.

He sat cross-legged on a rush mat, lifting his neck high as his gaze met his.

Because he had fallen into the water and caught a chill, his strength was depleted. Rong Xi had merely sat cross-legged, yet already felt sore, weary, aching, and numb; if he were to sit rigidly upright, it might well cost him his life.

"Old Man Liu, serve tea to Craftsman Jiang." Rong Xi shifted his right leg slightly, resting it on the edge of the rush mat with the side of his foot touching the ground.

Liu He acknowledged the order and departed.

"Craftsman Jiang, please sit." Rong Xi reached out to gesture for Jiang Weiping to take a seat.

As a blacksmith, Jiang Weiping possessed self-awareness.

Craftsmen were humble and suffered no end of contempt from outsiders, yet he had never expected that the Rong clan's Eldest Brother would display not the slightest trace of disdain.

"Many thanks, Young Master Rong." Jiang Weiping bowed from the waist with genuine sincerity, then maintained a composed expression as he sat down opposite Rong Xi.

Rong Xi stretched his left leg out again, finally feeling somewhat more comfortable, and, casting aside tedious formalities, got straight to the point.

"I have heard that Master Jiang possesses extraordinary craftsmanship, and I originally intended to visit your home in person, but having unfortunately fallen into the water the other day, a chill has entered my bones, and the physician instructed me to avoid the wind. Yet my admiration for Master Jiang's peerless skill is so great that I had no choice but to boldly invite you here. Should there be any lack of hospitality, I sincerely beg your forgiveness."

His speaking pace was unhurried, sincere, and earnest, and upon hearing his words, Jiang Weiping felt a stirring of emotion.

Rumor had it that the eldest young master of the Rong Clan was unruly and tyrannical, bullying men and seizing women, committing every imaginable wickedness; yet thinking on it now, rumors could not be entirely believed.

"You overrate me, Young Master. If you have any commands, this one will certainly do his utmost."

Seeing him sitting straight on his knees with flawless courtesy, Rong Xi felt his favorable impression grow even stronger. "Since that is the case, Master Jiang need not stand on ceremony; just make yourself at home."

As soon as he finished speaking, he directly bent his leg and planted his foot on the floor, which, in Liu He's eyes, was extremely improper. Yet as a servant, he could not teach his young master the rules of etiquette, and could only hold his tongue inside.

The tea was lukewarm, and as Jiang Weiping took a sip, his thoughts gradually grew calm, prompting him to ask, "Is the young master looking to forge an implement?"

Rong Xi swept his sleeve to take up a sheet of paper, placed it on the desk, and passed it before Jiang Weiping, his smile deepening and his gaze bright.

"Please take a look, Master Jiang."

The paper was soft and yellowed, and the ink outlined several structural diagrams of an implement, the shape of the object leaping off the page.

Jiang Weiping had engaged in iron forging for nearly ten years, yet he had never seen such an iron implement. Curiosity clawed at his heart like a cat, but constrained by his professional ethics, he ultimately refrained from asking, saying only, "This one has never forged this type of implement. If the manufactured item does not match the young master's vision, I must ask for your understanding."

Seeing that his expression held no trace of difficulty, Rong Xi knew he was merely being modest, and his smile became even more radiant. His teeth were white and neat, and the flesh on his cheeks bunched up beside the corners of his eyes from smiling, leaving only two slender slits.

Jiang Weiping also offered a faint smile.

If the excess flesh were entirely shed from the eldest young master of the Rong Clan, he would surely be a strikingly handsome young gentleman.

Although Liu He did not know what Rong Xi intended to do, he obeyed his instructions and placed fifty copper coins on the table.

"This is the deposit. In how many days can Master Jiang complete it?" Rong Xi rubbed his goosebumps; winter was approaching, and he had to provide for a rainy day.

Because of a past mistake, the original owner had been driven by his father to a remote ancestral residence, possessing not a single coin. Aside from himself, the household now retained only Old Man Liu and his grandson, Liu Zishi.

This body had just passed fifteen years of age, right in the midst of a voracious appetite. Liu Zishi was also a growing lad, and they could not eat their fill at any meal.