Chuanwu didn't fall asleep until very late that night. He kept thinking about how to write it. Even when he fell asleep, he was still dreaming about various plots playing out in a blur. When he woke up, he couldn't remember them and just thought they were a mess.
Rubbing his aching head, he happily followed Marquis Changxing to the manufacturing camp to report for duty.
He was filled with a little excitement all the way, because he was about to meet Tang Fengxing, the number one manufacturer in the world!
Marquis Changxing led him to the manufacturing camp, and after completing the formalities, he brought him to a slightly plump middle-aged woman.
"Two eggs for lunch, please!"
Chuanwu happily thanked his grandfather, who had been quite thoughtful in introducing him to the cafeteria lady. With the Marquis of Changxing's influence, the lady wouldn't dare to overcook the food, hehe.
Then Marquis Changxing slapped him on the head, "What? Two eggs? This is Master Tang!"
Tang Fengxing, who was mistaken for a cafeteria worker, looked at Chuanwu with a forced smile.
The martial arts master was completely bewildered. Who was Master Tang?
His gaze fell again on the slightly plump middle-aged woman in front of him, and then he realized that this must be Tang Fengxing's sister or junior sister! Tang Fengxing's sister or junior sister must be quite powerful, which is why she is also called Master Tang.
It's alright, it's alright. Although in his imagination his junior sister was a slender and exquisite beauty, quite different from the plump aunt in front of him, reality is always more different than art. He can understand.
"Tang Fengxing, you've improved this knife quite well!"
A man carrying a sharp broadsword walked by and patted the fat woman on the shoulder.
Chuanwu nearly coughed up blood. Tang Fengxing?! Who is that?!
"Senior brother! It's three taels of silver per visit, no credit allowed!"
The plump woman shouted at the man's back, and he cursed her for being a money-grubber.
"Master Tang, I'm entrusting my family's martial arts to you now. I'll head back first."
Marquis Changxing said to the plump woman, then patted Chuanwu on the shoulder, "Do a good job!"
Chuanwu stared blankly at the departing figure of Marquis Changxing for a moment, then turned around and met the gaze of the fat woman, and... he was struck by lightning!
He thought about it for so long last night. In his imagination, Tang Fengxing was a dashing young man in his youth, a handsome and charming young man who captivated many beautiful women in his prime, a refined and elegant man in middle age who could still make women scream when he walked on the street, and a wise and reserved old man surrounded by his children and grandchildren, flying kites with his little granddaughter.
He imagined Tang Fengxing's entire life, but no one told him that Tang Fengxing was a woman! And a middle-aged, overweight woman at that!
What kind of look is that?
The older woman glanced at Chuanwu and sneered, "Young man, you have no manners at all!"
If the emperor hadn't specifically instructed her to take good care of this young man, she would have kicked him out long ago, given his gaze.
Chuanwu, who had almost been kicked out, was still reeling from the blow and looked like he was about to cry.
"Follow me!"
Aunt Tang rolled her eyes at Chuanwu, then turned and went into a room.
Chuanwu didn't follow, but instead turned around and rammed into the wall.
Swift as a shooting star!
A clear and bright scene!
Refined and elegant!
With each word he uttered, he slammed his head against the wall!
"Why aren't they here yet!"
Once inside the house, Aunt Tang noticed that no one had followed her, so she frowned and poked her large head out.
Chuanwu silently shed tears, "Heavens above, give me back my Tang Fengxing!"
Then, resigned, he followed them. Since he was already here, he figured he might as well take a look.
Upon entering the room, he found all sorts of weapons—knives, spears, halberds, and so on. In addition to these, there were also some strangely shaped traditional martial arts items that he couldn't name. He was quickly drawn to these weapons that gleamed with a cold light.
Seeing the light in Chuanwu's eyes growing brighter, Aunt Tang smiled and asked him, "Want to learn?"
Chuanwu nodded hurriedly, but when he saw Tang Dama's wrinkled face, his high spirits dampened somewhat.
Ignoring his changing expression, Aunt Tang smiled and said, "If you want to learn, you have to become an apprentice."
So what if I have to worship her? Traditional martial arts doesn't matter. Even though she's an older woman, she's still a master. I can't possibly be at a disadvantage.
Seeing that Chuanwu readily accepted her offer to become his disciple, Aunt Tang gave a meaningful smile that made Chuanwu feel a little uneasy.
What does that mean?
Chuanwu covered his clothes, his eyes wary.
Aunt Tang was taken aback by Chuanwu's expression, then coughed and said, "I'm not interested in children."
Although Chuanwu is already seventeen, he's still just a child to Aunt Tang, who's over forty.
Under Chuanwu's questioning gaze, Aunt Tang raised her hand, rubbed her index finger and thumb together, and said, "Ten thousand taels of gold! A gift for becoming a disciple."
Chuanwu immediately retorted, "Are you robbing me?!"
Aunt Tang gave an awkward laugh, "Then it'll be ninety thousand taels of gold!"
Chuanwu shook his head.
Aunt Tang looked at Chuanwu with difficulty, "Eighty thousand taels, that's the lowest I can go!"
Chuanwu shook his head again, inwardly thinking, "Is this old lady really Tang Fengxing? She seems so unreliable!"
In the end, Aunt Tang reluctantly reduced the apprenticeship gift to one thousand taels of silver, which was no longer gold, but Chuanwu still shook his head.
In fact, Chuanwu was already quite wealthy, and a thousand taels of silver wasn't a lot of money for him. Although he wasn't short of money, all that money was saved for his little sister, and no one was allowed to take a single penny away!
Aunt Tang, who never paid attention to storybooks, didn't know Chuanwu's true worth. She just thought Chuanwu was a spoiled rich kid who depended on his family and had some pocket money, but not much.
Feeling that he wouldn't get any profit, he rolled his eyes at Chuanwu. Aunt Tang then suggested to him, "Why don't you go ask the Marquis of Changxing? Surely a marquis's mansion can't be without a thousand taels, right?"
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