“That’s right,” Huang Xiaosan said with admiration and longing. “Grandpa and Fourth Uncle have been emphasizing that our family is at a disadvantage, and the villagers have also ignored the benefits our family can get. Instead, they feel that they are the ones who have gotten a great deal.”
“That’s called the art of speaking,” Jiang Nuan said. “Some words, even if they are the same, can have a different meaning if you reverse the order. Not to mention this kind of deliberate guidance. The villagers may not be unaware of it, but they feel that they have indeed gained an advantage and do not mind cooperating.”
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Nuan added, "Actually, everyone in our village has their own way of doing things. It won't hurt to observe and learn from them more often."
"Yes," Huang Xiaosan responded, then relayed Huang's father's instructions, "Mother, Grandpa told us to have dinner at the old house tonight, not at home."
“Go ahead,” Jiang Nuan said thoughtfully. “Your grandfather is willing to take you under his wing now, so seize the opportunity. He has lived most of his life and has experienced all kinds of hardships. He understands things very well.”
"Understood," Huang the eldest said. "Don't worry, Mother, I will study hard."
Since returning home, he has always felt a significant gap between himself and his family, even feeling that he is inferior to his wife.
Now, whenever he has free time, he asks his wife to teach him all sorts of things, but it's not enough!
This feeling was even more pronounced when the three brothers were together.
Whether it was strength, knowledge, or experience, he was no match for his two younger brothers. This discovery left him, who had always considered himself the eldest brother, with an indescribable sense of loss.
“Oh, right,” Jiang Nuan suddenly remembered something, “tell your grandparents that they all come to the house tomorrow.”
"Mother, is something the matter?" Huang Xiaosan asked疑惑地, "Didn't they just arrive today?"
“I plan to pass on the cultivation technique to my family,” Jiang Nuan explained, “and to your maternal grandmother as well. Do you have any objections?”
"Mother," the eldest Huang asked excitedly, "Can I also cultivate?"
Although Wang didn't tell Huang how miraculous the technique was, the fact that the whole family practiced it while he was left out made him feel excluded by his family.
However, because he had made a mistake, he dared not speak out, even though he felt wronged.
Jiang Nuan's words made him feel that he had finally been accepted by his family.
“Of course you can,” Jiang Nuan looked at her son with a puzzled expression. “Who told you you can’t practice it?”
“After I came back, my wife told me that the whole family was practicing the techniques taught by my mother,” Huang Laoda said, his voice choked with emotion. “My mother hadn’t mentioned it all these days, and I thought she wouldn’t teach me.”
Huang Laoda spent three nights memorizing the martial arts techniques that Wang Shi had taught him, hoping that Jiang Nuan would one day pass them on to him.
Today, we've finally waited for this moment.
“You’ve misunderstood,” Jiang Nuan said, rubbing her head in exasperation. She hadn’t expected her eldest son to be so sensitive. “It’s not that I’m unwilling to teach you, but this matter is a huge burden for me, so I have to be careful. After this, I will not teach anyone for the next ten years, and there will be no more than three such opportunities in the future.”
"Mother, what price will we have to pay?" Huang Lao Er asked with concern. "Is it serious?"
“Yes, yes, yes,” Old Huang also became nervous, “Son will stop studying, Mother’s health is more important.”
Hearing this, Jiang Nuan smiled and said, "It's nothing serious. Just be careful, Mother. Don't worry."
As expected of my own child, he's so sensible. This life is much more comfortable than the last.
Jiang Nuan sincerely thanked Jiang Shi, and then immediately sent her son away.
Although it was heartwarming, the sticky, gooey texture made me feel very uncomfortable.
Huang Ye's family.
After dinner, Huang Ye's wife recounted what had happened that day.
Upon hearing this, Huang Ye sighed, "The village has changed so much lately!"
“It’s quite big,” she said with a smile. “Life is getting better and better and gives us a sense of hope. Tomorrow I’ll talk to Aunt Wu and ask her to lend us a few fruit saplings on credit, so we can have another source of income next year.”
“Wife,” Huang Ye lowered her eyes, concealing all her emotions, and after a long while, she said, “Carry me to Aunt Wu’s house tomorrow. I need to see her about something.”
"What's wrong?" Huang Ye's wife asked, puzzled. "Why do we have to go?"
“I want to become Aunt Wu’s apprentice,” Huang Ye explained. “Although my leg is broken, my head is not damaged. You have suffered so much with me, and I can’t let your life be so difficult forever. Don’t underestimate Aunt Wu just because she is a woman. She has great skills. If we learn even a little bit, it will be enough for the two of us to make a living.”
"Will this work?" Huang Ye's wife was tempted, but she was more concerned about her husband. "Fifth Aunt is a woman after all. If you do this, the villagers will laugh at you."
"A joke?" Huang Ye scoffed. "I'm afraid of that? I was already a laughing stock when my leg was broken. If I continue to lie on the bed like this, even if I can't see or hear these gossips, I'm just fooling myself."
"Then," Huang Ye's wife asked cautiously, "what if Fifth Aunt doesn't agree?"
“I beg,” a resolute glint flashed in Huang Ye’s eyes, “I’m willing to risk my reputation to become your disciple, otherwise, I have no hope whatsoever in this life.”
Before the accident, he was one of the best in the village, both in terms of intelligence and strength.
In these three years, he experienced the full spectrum of human nature, and several times contemplated suicide.
But after surviving the last time, he finally understood one thing: since fate is so strong that God won't let him die, then he should fight with all his might to carve out a way out for himself.
As long as someone is willing to lend a hand, even if he breaks his leg, Huang Ye believes he can get back up.
“Okay,” Huang Ye’s wife was persuaded. “I will beg with you, even if I have to kneel to death at Aunt Wu’s door, I will be with you.”
"Wife," Huang Ye's eyes were slightly moist, "Don't worry, if I, Huang Ye, ever let you down in this life, may God strike me down with lightning!"
In just over twenty years, he has tasted all the joys and sorrows of life. Fortunately, God did not take away the last bit of warmth from him.
“Husband,” Huang Ye’s wife lowered her head, “I believe you.”
The next morning, Huang Xiaosan opened the door to send his two younger brothers to school. When he saw the two kneeling straight at the door, he was so frightened that he covered his chest.
"Brother Huangye, sister-in-law," he took a few steps back before speaking, "what are you doing? Why are you kneeling at the door?"
Last time it was just my sister-in-law alone, but this time it's even better, both she and her husband came.
Thinking of this, he cautiously asked, "Is something wrong? Get up first, let's go inside and talk."
“Mistress,” Huang Ye said in a deep voice, “is Fifth Aunt here? I want to ask her for a favor.”
"Yes, let's go inside first, we can talk about it inside."
Fortunately, my house is in a remote area with few other houses around. If the villagers saw this, who knows what kind of gossip would spread.
A man's knees are so precious. He kneels to his parents on earth and to the heavens above. What is it to kneel at his own doorstep?
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