Zhang Daguang covered his face, his old face unusually dark red, and scolded, "I think you like it, is there a problem with that?"
Even the usually dull-witted village woman sighed in dismay.
Damn it, Zhang Daguang is such a cunning bastard. He doesn't actually want his son to learn boxing from the Su family's young master. He's just using this as a pretext to let his stupid son build a deep friendship with the Chen family's child, while he, an adult, tries to get involved with Chen Xian. It's too mercenary and disgusting, so I'm on guard at all times.
But children can develop friendships.
Zhang Daguang's mother is a real bastard, shameless!
This was Chen Qingshan's true thought, his face filled with disdain.
Then, with a fawning expression, he said, "Brother Xian, what do you think? Could my sons, Shitou and Xiwa, learn boxing together?"
Tiger's mother teased him with a mocking expression, "Haha, Qingshan, what are you joking about? Your Xiwa is not even five years old yet. What are you doing learning boxing? Learning boxing is very hard work. You have to get up early. Children are growing, aren't you afraid that you'll tire him out and prevent him from growing?"
Everyone despises Chen Qingshan, seeing him as a sycophant.
Then Tiger's mother and all the women first transformed into the stalwart men of Jilin and the philosophical hermits of Changchun—
He then transformed into Yide—
"Is my kid any good, Daddy Dad?"
Anyone with a brain can clearly see the potential for the Chen family's future development. Some even boldly speculate that it's possible for Chen Xian to continue to achieve something and for his rank to rise a few more steps.
Would an eighth-rank, seventh-rank, or even sixth-rank position be acceptable?
Quickly shake off the exaggerated ideas; I feel my mind is in a fog.
Making meritorious contributions isn't that easy, is it?
Some people even began to regret that if they had done what Chen Xian did, met with the old village head, persuaded him, and then persuaded the county magistrate, perhaps the position of ninth-rank assistant general could have been theirs.
Then he thought again, it's not that easy. Back then, everyone in the village laughed at the Chen family for harvesting wheat early. Now, look, we were the most foolish and naive ones.
If a person is blindly confident, they may get close to success. But if one person questions them, they may not care. But what if two, three... or even everyone? Often, they may be swept up by the crowd.
They knew they were right, but dared not resist.
In a world full of turbidity, innocence itself is the original sin.
Strangely, the sarcastic or eerie voices disappeared at this point.
Besides Chen Xian's growing prestige in the village, there was something else that loomed large in the hearts of the villagers.
Human nature is strange; when people see their relatives and friends achieve remarkable success, such as in business or academics, they often feel intense jealousy and slander.
He was just lucky; I could have done it too.
But when relatives and friends acquire amazing wealth and status, which are vastly different from their own, all jealousy and slander disappear, and they begin to frantically fawn over them.
It's like the factory settings, as if this is how it should be, as if it has always been.
If you don't frantically flatter them, you're a fool. Some incredibly important person might slip you a tiny bit of something between their fingers, and you could benefit from it immensely.
Chen Xian sighed, thinking, "Isn't this just adding to Wen Hao's workload for no reason? That's not appropriate."
Then Uncle Chen, Da Shui, and Er Shui began to criticize the villagers.
"Stop arguing, let my Xian-ge'er calm down for a while."
Chen Dashui pulled Chen Xian away, secretly rubbing his hands together with a cautious expression.
Hehe, I'm just grinning like an idiot.
Chen Xian looked at the other person's strange smile and thought, "No way."
You're such a handsome cousin with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
“Yes, it’s the same whether you teach one child or a group of children. My son Mai Miao and my second son are both around ten years old and are quite annoying. They have a lot of energy but nowhere to use it. Let them go together.”
After handling this matter.
Chen Xian said helplessly to the villagers, "It's a good thing for children to learn martial arts. I need to discuss this matter with Young Master Wenhao. He is also a young man, and he looks like he comes from a wealthy family. He also has to take care of the imperial examinations, so I'm afraid he doesn't have much energy to teach his child."
"learn."
It's practically saying outright that learning martial arts isn't important; what's important is building friendships with the Chen family children through interactions.
Chen Xian casually picked up the imperial edict.
Chen Gui and Chen Qingshan watched with envy.
If this imperial edict were kept in one's own home, how could one dare to dream of such a good thing?
No! Even the Chen Family Ancestral Hall would be fine.
But in the end, it's just something to dream about.
"Uncle Gui, I plan to deliver the imperial edict to the ancestral hall."
"ah?"
Chen Gui thought he had misheard.
"this?"
Are you serious?
Chen Xian nodded.
It also costs copper coins to place offerings and add incense. If the family is wealthy, they also need to place fruits, vegetables, and even meat dishes, all for a mere empty title. It's not worth it. Simply put, I'm stingy and think it's a waste of money.
“Yes, my people raised me, it’s time for the ancestral hall to be illuminated by their glory.”
The clan elders, who had remained silent all along, didn't have much say in the village. It was mainly Chen Gui who had absolute power, controlling the village's finances and having the final say.
Seventh Master trembled all over, as if he had heard some shocking news, and repeatedly asked for confirmation: "Put it in the ancestral hall? Is it going to be placed in the ancestral hall?"
Chen Gui wouldn't even give face to his own relatives and nephews, so how could he possibly give face to himself?
And that scoundrel also allowed Chen Qingshan to refuse him.
He stepped forward, slamming his cane against the solid ground, and mumbled indistinctly, "Good boy..."
His dull, yellowish eyes, stained with brown blood vessels, spoke volumes about the years that had passed.
The vicissitudes of the Chen family's past began to flash through his mind.
The withered hand gripped Chen Xian's wrist tightly and shook it vigorously, "Xian boy, old man, thank you, thank you so much!"
When Chen Xian handed the yellow scroll to the old man, he clearly saw that the old man's fingers were trembling, as if he had suddenly developed Parkinson's disease.
Chen Gui looked at Chen Xian with a complicated expression.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again, and finally sighed.
“Brother Xian, you have never owed anything to the clan; it’s just because you occupy a surname.”
Chen Xian nodded solemnly and said, "Since I was a child, I have regarded Qingxia Village as my home and the Chen family as my beloved family. Honor should be shared by the family and the individual."
"It mentions green hills on this, so it's not appropriate to put it in my house."
I don't have the time to offer sacrifices to the emperor every day. Every penny of my family's money must be spent wisely. If I'm broke, I'll be frugal.
Seventh Master's face flushed, and he exclaimed, "Good, good. Good boy!"
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