These merciless words left Huang Shan speechless.

"Mother, you know how hard my husband hit me back then. It's only been a month or two, how can it be so easy to get better?"

"Fine, if you say it's not good, then it's not good," Old Mrs. Huang said, too lazy to argue any further. "I haven't finished practicing my calligraphy today, so I'm leaving now."

Grandma Huang was already dissatisfied with this grandson, and now she is extremely disappointed.

She understood the mother and son's plan, but didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

After all, even the most noble person is a fool if they can't even think of their own future.

But this person is truly beyond saving.

If you're not ambitious enough and refuse to listen to advice, even a god can't help you.

"Practicing calligraphy?" Sister-in-law Huang's eyes widened. "Mother still practices calligraphy?"

She felt a slight pain in her tooth.

I was just thinking of using this incident to make the old lady think more highly of her son, but who knew that she was already doing it.

What a big change!

No wonder she always felt that the old lady had a refined air about her.

"If you don't have to do anything yourself, you still need to find something to do to pass the time. Practicing calligraphy is good. It cultivates your character, broadens your horizons, and allows you to connect with Xiao Si and the others."

Upon hearing this, Sister-in-law Huang thought to herself: Everyone knows there are benefits, but there are also conditions.

The daily consumption of ink and brush is considerable. If one practices every day, how many families can afford it?

“Mother,” she asked jokingly, “you’re not going to learn those arts and crafts, are you?”

"I'm interested, but I haven't mastered the characters yet. Let's take it one step at a time."

"Is it really true?" Sister-in-law Huang didn't know how to describe her feelings. "Mother, you must take care of your health and not overwork yourself."

She somewhat disagreed.

What's the point of going through all this trouble at such an old age?

It would be better to help take care of the children; at least that would earn you some appreciation.

"Um."

Sensing Sister-in-law Huang's thoughts, Old Lady Huang became indifferent.

"Grandma, how's your calligraphy practice going? My grandson has some tips too, shall we exchange ideas?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nuan couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips. "Wenqing, go to the old lady's study and bring back some of the large characters you've written."

“That’s fine,” Old Mrs. Huang said confidently. “My handwriting may not be very good, but it’s definitely better than Dashan’s.”

Jiang Nuanshen agreed.

She carefully observed her nephew's hands; both his fingertips and wrists were fair and smooth, especially his thumb, which was very round and full.

It looks nice, but it's not the hand that's used for practicing calligraphy.

The young man is not as hardworking as the old lady, and he is thinking of going astray. Jiang Nuan felt that she had to remind him.

Huang Shan pursed his lips, said nothing, and didn't seem to care.

Practicing calligraphy requires wrist strength and physical strength. The old lady is too old to compare with me.

“Mother has always been strong-willed and always strives to do her best in everything. She is definitely stronger than Dashan.”

Thinking about her son's last-minute cramming, Sister-in-law Huang felt guilty.

Reading and writing are so good, but unfortunately my son has no talent for it and no interest in it. Otherwise, if he studied in school for a few years, he might become a scholar.

As they were talking, Wenqing returned carrying a tray with a stack of papers covered in writing.

"Please take a look, Young Master Huang."

Huang Shan glanced at it reluctantly, then froze, "How is that possible?"

The entire sheet of small regular script, adorned with delicate flowers, was neat and orderly. Although it could not be described as a perfect whole, it was far better than my own work.

Instantly, her face began to burn red.

“How is it impossible?” Old Mrs. Huang couldn’t help but shake her head. “These characters are not even as good as Xiao Wu’s.”

You really can't deny getting old.

Despite her hard work, she still doesn't progress as fast as her grandchildren and is far less agile than young people.

These words dealt a heavy blow to Huangshan.

I can't even compare to a little girl.

Although I didn't work hard, I still don't want to admit that I'm not as good as a skinny little girl.

"Is it so hard to admit you're not as good as others?" the old woman scoffed. "Don't you know your own limitations?"

She had absolutely no sympathy for her grandson.

With the money left behind, as long as one is willing to work hard, whether it's studying, learning a trade, or doing some other business, there will be no shortage of capital.

But she discovered that this grandson not only had no ambition, but had completely degenerated.

Grandma Huang didn't know what had happened, but she could sense the changes in Huangshan. In just two short months, he had become arrogant and deep, and his mind was much more complicated than before.

There's also a feeling of being unable to suppress it.

Thinking about his health, the old lady really didn't know what to say.

I don't care about myself, but it might make the old man who treats his grandson like a precious treasure faint with anger.

They go to great lengths for their descendants, only to find that the lineage only lasts two generations. They probably won't dare to close their eyes in peace even when they die.

Although the old man didn't say it, she knew that he always felt that his inability to have children had nothing to do with having grandchildren.

Da Shan was still young. Many people only had children after being married for over ten years. In addition, the doctor couldn't find any problems, so the old man remained as steady as Mount Tai.

Now, she wanted to know if this person would actually change his expression.

“No,” Huang Shan said, his lips pressed tightly together. “I just find it a little strange that she is only taller than the desk, so how can she write so well?”

"The family made her a small desk, and the girl worked hard herself, and Doctor Gu was also very strict with her."

As she spoke, Old Lady Huang realized what she meant and said, "Why am I telling you all this? Is there anything else? If not, I'm leaving."

The old lady was completely fed up with dealing with it anymore.

The daughter-in-law is passable; although she's fiercely protective of her child, at least she won't cause him any trouble.

This grandson... it's a long story!

"Mother, don't go!" Sister-in-law Huang said anxiously, "We haven't even talked for a while yet."

Forget it!

Grandma Huang couldn't help but shake her head.

If I keep talking, I might get so angry I'll die.

"Mother is tired, let her rest."

"Grandma, shall your grandson help you back?"

"No, my legs are fine, I don't need anyone's help. If you're free, go out for a walk with some people, and come back after dinner."

"Mother, let Dashan fulfill his filial duty; this is just a small token of my affection."

“No need. He can be filial to his own parents. I, his aunt from another household, have my own children and grandchildren. I don’t need him.”

"Mother, what you said is hurtful."

As she spoke, Sister-in-law Huang's eyes reddened.

“Sister-in-law,” Jiang Nuan couldn’t help but ask, “Do Grandpa and my cousin know you’re here?”

"I know, I don't know."

Under Jiang Nuan's scrutiny, Sister-in-law Huang couldn't help but change her address.

I always felt that if I didn't tell the truth, things would get out of hand.

“Oh,” Jiang Nuan said, not surprised. “Dr. Gu’s medical skills are excellent. Would you like to take Dashan’s pulse?”

Don't look back and drag this out any longer; it's truly beyond saving.

Despite the many unpleasant things that happened, Jiang Nuan still didn't want the bloodline at the old house to be severed.

In this era, the obsession with inheritance is fanatical; it can make a monarch give up his life, and a high-ranking official submit to a subordinate position...

No one knows what crazy things the old house, already damaged, might do.

Although I'm not afraid of these troubles, it's better to avoid them.