Chapter 912 Profound Reflection and Sudden Enlightenment
We were so poor in the past that we couldn't afford paper, but now we can afford paper money and travel expenses, so why can't we come?
It's her fault for not realizing this before.
Before, Song Chunxue only thought about feeding her family, but now she suddenly realized that poverty is not scary, what is scary is being poor in mind.
Wanting a family to be united and prosperous, to have branches and leaves grow into a forest, is a profound subject that cannot be taught in books.
She suddenly wants to learn from others.
Li Dazui is a good candidate.
There's a reason why Lijiazhuangzi is called Lijiazhuangzi.
Despite their apparent animosity, Li Dazui and Li Tang will always try to lend a hand when the Li family faces any trouble, big or small, no matter how dissatisfied or unwilling they may be.
Because they know that every family has its ups and downs, and even in the worst-case scenario, there's birth, aging, illness, and death, and eventually it will be their turn to ask others for help.
But Song Chunxue had no idea how to get his cousins, uncles, and even great-grandfathers to work together as one.
After handing the child over to Xu Dahong, who had finished washing the pot, Song Chunxue went back to her room for a nap.
She had originally planned to return to Jincheng today, but changed her mind at the last minute.
Alas, it seems impossible to escape the world before I turn fifty.
Song Chunxue lay on the warm kang with her hands behind her head and her legs crossed, but she didn't feel tired or heavy-hearted.
The most difficult stage of childbirth and raising children is over, so what's there to be tired about now?
To give birth but not raise is the fault of the parents and the downfall of the family.
In the past, Song Chunxue harbored resentment towards the ancestors of the Jiang family and towards the father of her child. She always felt that it was her marriage into the Jiang family and to the prematurely deceased Jiang Shuming that led to her tragedy.
She always saw herself as a pitiful woman and always tried to shirk responsibility.
But now, she doesn't think that way anymore.
Her senior brothers always called her junior brother, not treating her as a weak woman. Without the rules for women binding her, she no longer constantly reminded herself that Song Chunxue was just a woman.
She acted as both father and mother, and over the years, she always treated herself like an ox.
But now, she sees herself as a pillar of support for her child and doesn't think she's any less capable than a man.
She knew she could have shirked responsibility or ignored it, but her morality and conscience wouldn't allow it, and the bond of blood wouldn't allow it.
Only through acceptance can one attain lasting peace.
When you find that no one can take the blame, the best approach is to accept it gracefully and do even better.
This is how to change one's fate.
Strong people don't complain about their environment; they change it with their own hands.
What Heaven decrees is the task assigned to you, but Heaven cannot interfere with how you complete that task.
Thinking this, Song Chunxue gradually drifted off to sleep.
After pouring you water, Jiang Yeming locked the door and walked into the house with his eyes half-closed, feeling sleepy.
He had just lifted the curtain to the main house when he remembered that his mother was living there.
He was about to leave when he was startled by the sight before him.
His sleeping mother was floating in the air with her legs crossed, like a leaf on the water.
"Mother...mother?"
She was surrounded by a faint halo, which both surprised and frightened Jiang Yeming.
But thinking that his mother might have reached a certain level of spiritual cultivation, he calmed down considerably, and his drowsiness dissipated.
He sat blankly on the threshold, staring at Song Chunxue as she floated slightly in the air.
Worried that his mother might feel unwell, he sat at the door and kept watch.
Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
Spring days are short, and the afternoon nap is just a light nap. The farmers then slip off the kang (a heated brick bed), drink some water, pick up their shovels, and start hauling manure into the fields.
The afternoon sun shines brighter, and the water in the soil evaporates quickly, so everyone tills the land in the morning.
Da Wang was carrying a shovel when he passed by his eldest son's house. He didn't like doing chores, but he curiously walked into the yard, thinking that maybe he could get a fried dough stick to eat.
They didn't get any silver melon seeds, but since someone came into the house, they would always be given something to eat.
However, he found Jiang Yeming sitting on the threshold, his back to the courtyard, as if he were in a meditative state.
The child was babbling in another room; it seemed this family wasn't in a hurry to farm at all.
That's true; for the past two years, Jiang Yeming has been paying others to cultivate the land.
If he weren't so lazy, he would have wanted to earn those few hundred coins too.
At least it's faster money than digging for licorice.
"Hey, boss, are you asleep?"
Da Wang gently patted his eldest brother's shoulder, "Why don't you go sleep on the kang?"
"Huh?" Jiang Yeming stood up groggily. "You're here. Come in and sit down... Wait a minute!"
He suddenly remembered that his mother was still floating on the kang (a heated brick bed), and he didn't want to frighten her, so he quickly stopped Dawang from entering the house.
But it was too late. Da Wang saw Song Chunxue floating on the kang (a heated brick bed), his eyes wide open like a bull's.
"This...is your mother possessed?"
Da Wang was so frightened that the back of his head went numb, but he still tried to remain calm and asked a question before his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground.
He forced a smile, "What kind of kung fu does your mother practice? Is she... has she gone mad from practicing it?"
The eldest son had a headache and wondered why his mother was still floating. He worried that if he woke her up, it might scare her.
"No, my mother practices orthodox Taoism. How could she possibly go astray? She's cultivating in her sleep."
The eldest brother walked to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and reached out to touch Song Chunxue, but unexpectedly, he was suddenly bounced away when he was only two inches away from her.
"Clang!"
The eldest brother was flung by a golden light onto the wooden shelf next to the door, and the washbasin fell to the ground and spun around.
The hair that had finally been smoothed out suddenly stood on end. Da Wang immediately stood up, holding onto the door frame, and quickly ran outside.
"I'm going to work in the fields, you guys get back to work!"
Jiang Yeming rubbed his aching hip and struggled to his feet. He discovered that the wooden stand that held the washbasin was broken into several pieces and could only be used as firewood for tea.
"Could he really have gone mad from practicing qi cultivation?"
Jiang Yeming, supporting his back, turned and left, closing the door from the outside.
He instructed his wife and children not to let anyone into the main house, and then planned to invite a geomancer.
He had indeed considered all sorts of possibilities, knowing that his mother had earned so much money outside.
He had seen Taoist priests and monks begging for alms before, but they were all poor Taoist priests dressed in rags, with disheveled hair and lice crawling on them, and they didn't even have a donkey to ride. How could anyone be as rich as his mother?
Not only is my mother dressed neatly, but she, who used to be reluctant to spend a single penny on herself, now casually gives strangers a tael or two of silver—more than seven taels of silver!—giving it away so easily.
He hadn't thought much about it before, but after the people in the village talked about it, he suddenly began to suspect that his mother might have learned some kind of evil or heretical teachings.
After all, these days, making money through honest means is slow and harder than climbing to heaven; only cults don't treat money like money.
The more he thought about it, the more something seemed off. So the eldest brother put on a straw hat and walked outside.
"Where are you going?" Li Dazui asked curiously when he saw his eldest brother's anxious and flustered appearance. "Dawang just said your mother is acting strangely. What's wrong with her?"
"My mom is floating!"
"She's been making waves for a while now, ever since she quietly moved to Zhuanglang County. You're only finding out now?"
"..." The eldest brother pushed him away, "I'm going to find a geomancer to take a look."
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