A few days later, Feng Bingwen looked at the newly added cowshed next to his house. Inside, a robust yellow ox was chewing on the tender grass he had cut the day before. He couldn't help but sigh.

"Don't they find it troublesome to decline and see me off three times?"

His grandfather wasn't as old-fashioned as he imagined. Faced with a yellow ox that was about to come of age and ten acres of fertile land, it would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted. His family wasn't that wealthy yet.

However, after learning the whole story, the old man felt that it was reasonable to accept the gift, after all, the Hu family had a lot of resources, and Hu Er had indeed been beaten so badly that he changed his ways and reformed.

Even so, after a moment's thought, the old man felt embarrassed to accept it. Such a generous gift, if he didn't refuse and just accepted it, would surely invite gossip.

Thus, there were three farewells and three farewells. Naturally, it was Feng Bingwen who ran errands back and forth, along with Hu Er, who had already begun to think about doing some serious things.

After this happened three times, the old man finally paid someone to build a cowshed next to the house, and that's how he acquired the yellow ox and the land deeds for the ten acres of fertile land.

Such a commotion also caused a sensation in Fengjia Village. Fengjia Village is a small village with only about ten households. The entire village does not have a single ox. Not to mention a small village, even in a large village, the number of oxen is very limited.

Not to mention the ten acres of fertile land, which most families in Fengjia Village don't even own. And such a rich asset was given to them as a gift. How could this not make people envious?

But before the people of Fengjia Village could recover, people from the county town, as if they had planned it all along, came one after another to visit Mr. Feng.

Before the people of Fengjia Village could react, everything that a farmhouse should have—chicken coops, duck pens, pigsties, pigsties—was erected in front of and behind Mr. Feng's house, and every day there was a lively scene with the crowing of chickens and the quacking of ducks.

Outsiders were envious, but the child living there was filled with sorrow.

After that steward Hu paid a generous visit, the families of the hooligans in the county town who had been beaten by him daily and forced to return to the right path finally realized what was going on.

Most people are naturally not as rich as that housekeeper Hu, but if you buy a chicken and I buy a duck, those with money will contribute financially and those without money will contribute their presence. Everyone contributes a gift, and in just ten days, the area in front of and behind the house has been transformed.

The two elderly people were naturally overjoyed by this change, especially Grandma Feng Bingwen, who was beaming with happiness. She had been talking about raising chickens, ducks, pigs, and pork for a long time, but it was inconvenient for her to raise them due to her age.

The old man was happy, but Feng Bingwen was really not happy. This house was originally surrounded by water on one side and mountains on three sides. The air was fresh, the scenery was beautiful, and the view of the mountains in the distance was refreshing.

But now, surrounded by chicken coops and pigsties, the stench of excrement lingers all day long, and people have to be careful of the ground when entering and leaving the house, which is really unpleasant.

However, the two elders in the family are wise. Feng Bingwen is currently focused on his studies and cannot do chores like herding cattle and feeding pigs. As for the old man, although he can get out of bed and walk, he is a teacher and will have to go back to school once he recovers. It is simply impossible for the grandmother to manage so many things on her own.

So the two elderly people discussed it and decided that the chickens, ducks, pigs and pork that were delivered should be eaten or sold as appropriate. They shouldn't be reluctant to part with them, because if they kept them all, they wouldn't be able to take care of them all.

As for Feng Bingwen, he was the biggest beneficiary. Most of the meat that was slaughtered ended up in his stomach, and according to the two old men, the money from the sale would also be used for him. However, Feng Bingwen didn't care about money; he didn't care.

After this turmoil, Feng Bingwen's life returned to complete peace. However, his daily routine was like completing a task: inspecting the progress of many delinquent youths in the county in reforming their ways. If they deviated even slightly, he would beat them—this was done with the permission and encouragement of their parents.

Sometimes, however, some parents who couldn't bring themselves to discipline their children would come to Feng Bingwen, asking him to take over their upbringing. Feng Bingwen, of course, would never refuse such requests; it was a free favor.

Living such peaceful days, time slips by unnoticed, just like:

The sunlight outside the window flashed by in an instant, while the shadows of flowers lingered at the front of the table.

Before the cup was finished and songs of praise were sung, the clock struck again below the steps to announce the time.

In the blink of an eye, March had passed. On this day, it was snowing heavily. Gray clouds covered the sky above Qingshan County as the first snow began to fall.

"It's snowing!"

As Feng Bingwen stepped out of the warm house, he looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky. As he spoke, he exhaled a puff of water vapor, which quickly dissipated in the cold wind.

"It's snowing again, but the snow isn't very thick yet. When the snow melts, the cold shouldn't last long."

Behind Feng Bingwen, an elderly man with a straight back and gray hair, wearing not-so-thick clothes, walked out of the house, looked at the thin snow on the ground, and sighed.

"Grandpa, you shouldn't wear more clothes!"

Feng Bingwen, wearing only a thin coat, glanced at the old man beside him and couldn't help but speak up.

"No need, this outfit is enough, I'm not cold."

The old man refused outright. This wasn't a forced refusal; even outside, under the swirling snow, his expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of cold.

"..."

Feng Bingwen rubbed his cheeks. In just a few months, the effects of the elixir he had secretly given to the two elderly people had already become apparent. For example, the old man next to him, who was originally lying in bed with a broken bone, still had to endure the winter.

However, more than a month ago, the old man was able to walk and get out of bed, and he was still very active. Since then, the old man's pride has grown, and he has started to refuse to accept his age. Even in the dead of winter, he dares to wander outside wearing only a few layers of clothing because he really doesn't feel cold.

"Let's go to school."

The old man looked at the falling snow without the slightest fear, and walked into the snow with an umbrella.

"Why!"

Unfazed, Feng Bingwen followed the old man into the snow. While walking alongside him, he was able to multitask, not only answering the old man's questions but also focusing his attention on his studies.

"A celestial book!"

Feng Bingwen

Good Deeds: 6,578

Misdeeds: 153

Record of good deeds

Helping others is good, good deeds, seven

Helping others is good, good deeds, sixteen.

Transforming evil spirits, good deeds, 130

...

Record of misdeeds

Those who help others do evil, commit evil deeds, and are considered accomplices.

"Um?"

Feng Bingwen was initially pleased to see the record of good deeds being updated once again, but his face immediately darkened when he saw that another record of bad deeds had been added.

"Which bastard is it now? A leopard can't change its spots?"