Qin Luo knew that the older generation, including his maternal grandfather, were all strong-willed. Qin Luo's grandfather was still blacksmithing at seventy years old, and he didn't live with Qin Luo's family because he didn't want to cause them any trouble.

"We went to work in the mountains."

"Uh-huh."

Qin Luo watched them walk away.

Do you know my future?

Huai Xian's voice reached Qin Luo's ears.

You'd better stay away from me.

After Qin Luo finished speaking, he turned and left.

The Immortal of the Locust Tree did not understand its meaning. It had lost consciousness a long time ago, and only in recent years had its consciousness slowly awakened. At first, it thought it was because of the revival of spiritual energy, but it was not until last night that it realized it was because of Qin Luo's existence.

Huai Xian had hoped to use Qin Luo's power to return to his peak, but upon hearing Qin Luo's reply, he became somewhat frightened.

When Qin Luo returned home, he saw his mother embroidering the "Harmony Brings Prosperity" painting in the room. He said helplessly, "Mom, don't sit for too long. Get up and move around often, and look at the green mountains outside. Looking at this for too long is bad for your eyes."

Many years later, Xia Yan often complained of back pain and eye discomfort, partly due to her cross-stitch embroidery.

"Hahaha."

Xia Yan was amused. "You know all this? I told you not to watch TV, but you still insisted on watching it."

Qin Luo noticed wrinkles on his mother's forehead. He had never noticed them before, so much so that he felt his mother had never aged and could always shoulder the burden of the family. "Mom, I was ignorant and made you work so hard."

Xia Yan smiled broadly, "Mom's not having a hard time. It's much easier than when I was raising pigs."

Qin Luo thought of the time when his mother used to feed pigs. At that time, Xia Yan also had to farm, carry manure, cut pig feed, feed pigs, and take care of her siblings.

Xia Yan fainted from exhaustion while feeding the pigs, injuring her back and making it impossible for her to continue heavy work. That's why she thought of making money by embroidering cross-stitch. Now, her mother is embroidering cross-stitch at home, which is indeed much easier than before.

Thinking about all this, Qin Luo suddenly felt that it was actually quite good for her mother to do cross-stitch. She didn't have to work as hard as before. Although this cross-stitch was not sold in the end, it was hung at home, and all the relatives who came to visit said that it was a good cross-stitch.

Have you finished your homework?

"I'll go do my homework now."

Qin Luo went upstairs to his room and sat quietly at his desk, gazing out at the clear river.

As time passed and the sun set, Qin Luo finally picked up his pen and wrote four words in his diary.

"The Way follows the natural way."

Qin Luo chose to let things develop naturally.

...

"Lolo!"

Grandpa's loud voice rang out again.

Qin Luo left the room and stood in the hallway, where he saw his grandparents who had finished their farm work.

My grandfather's skin was tanned a dark reddish-brown, and he was drenched in sweat, but he was smiling happily.

Grandma was also covered in sweat. She held mulberries wrapped in mulberry leaves in her hands, her face full of a kind smile. "Luo Luo, come down quickly. Your grandpa picked these mulberries for you."

Qin Luo ran downstairs and took the mulberries from his grandmother's hands. He held back his tears and said, "Thank you, Grandpa."

Looking at the mulberries in her hand, Qin Luo felt a pang of sadness. Her grandfather had fallen from a tree while picking mulberries and then left them forever.

"Lolo, quickly taste it and see if it's sweet."

Grandpa said with a face full of anticipation.

Qin Luo picked up a mulberry and tasted it. He remembered mulberries as very sweet, but he couldn't taste any sweetness now.

Is it sweet?

"sweet."

Qin Luo wanted to say it wasn't sweet, but his body instinctively said it was, as if everything was predestined.

Grandpa wiped the sweat from his face with a rag and said happily, "It's good that it's sweet, it's good that it's sweet."

Qin Luo initially wanted to let things take their course and not try to change anything, but in the end she followed her heart and said, "Grandpa, I get diarrhea easily from eating mulberries, so please don't pick them."

"That must be because you ate too much."

"I get diarrhea even if I eat just a little bit."

"Then let's not eat it."

"Then leave it for your sister to eat when she comes back."

"My sister also has diarrhea."

"Oh, okay, then take it to your mom."

"My mom..."

"Your mom loves mulberries the most."

Xia Yan came out carrying a teacup. She laughed and joked, "When we were little, your uncle and I often went to the mountains to pick mulberries. If your grandfather found out, we would get a beating."

Grandpa took the teacup and said with some self-reproach, "It's all my fault for being useless, making it so that you didn't have enough to eat when you were little."

"Dad, don't say that."

Xia Yan shook her head repeatedly, "We were just playing around back then, and you were worried we'd get hurt."

After finishing his tea, Grandpa grinned and said, "We still have to go home to feed the pigs, so we'll head back now."

Qin Luo watched his grandfather's departing figure. The memories in his mind remained unchanged, proving that the future had not changed. His grandfather had worked hard all his life, yet he still felt that he had not worked hard enough and had let his family down. He remembered his junior sister's words: "As long as you can endure hardship, there will be no end to the hardship."