Fu Qingyao maintained a serious and businesslike demeanor.
This made Zheng Ya's heart tighten. Oh no, he might have misunderstood something. So he frowned and said, "Mom, what exactly do you mean? Just say it."
"Are you really stupid, or are you just pretending?" Fu Qingyao warned through gritted teeth, her urge to beat him growing stronger with disappointment.
I've been thinking about how to teach my son for almost twenty years.
It had long been brewing like magma, flowing through her veins and burning through Fu Qingyao's body and soul.
He taught his son strictly, starting with the foundation of hardship, so that his son could experience the bitterness of life from a young age and establish an educational model that progresses from hardship to happiness.
This teaching method had been simulated countless times in Fu Qingyao's mind, but she couldn't implement it when educating her adopted daughter in the opposite way.
Fu Qingyao is currently very worried about her grown-up son. Her parenting methods are outdated, and she has missed the best time for education. She has ruined her son!
How can we be completely devoid of political awareness and consciousness of international crises?
Zheng Ya said dejectedly, "Mom, stop beating around the bush, just say what you want to say?"
"Mom, your identity, stance, and thoughts are different from those of the head of the household, including your starting point and plans."
"I think it would be better for you and your son to talk things out." Xu Qi said as she walked onto the balcony after settling Bao'er to sleep.
Fu Qingyao thought about it and agreed, raising her hand to apologize: "Mom was wrong, but Mom was also angered by what this brat did?"
"Mom, it seems the higher-ups are going to put the planting base under military control, right?" Xu Qi had spent the last few days with her and had learned more or less about her thoughts and the nature of her work, so she boldly made her suspicions.
Fu Qingyao caught a glimpse of Zheng Ya's surprised expression and scolded him irritably, "Listen to this, even your daughter-in-law is more enlightened than you."
What have you been doing all day?
If you study medicine but don't read medical books all day long, what kind of medical skills are you learning? Are you dreaming of becoming a divine physician?
Furthermore, since you've started a planting base, why are you still working at the steel mill? Isn't that neglecting your proper duties?
"You better recognize your place today. From now on, you're staying at the plantation and you're not allowed to go anywhere else..."
"What the hell? House arrest?" Zheng Ya panicked as soon as he heard that. He was now under military control and couldn't accept being without freedom.
Fu Qingyao said irritably, "First of all, the century-old spiritual medicine you cultivated is the foundation of a prosperous country and a strong people."
To put it simply, using century-old elixirs to cultivate a large number of martial arts masters would create an invincible and powerful army.
This means your value is immeasurable, and your destiny is set on enriching the country and strengthening the people; you can never shake that off in this lifetime.
This is also your duty as a citizen.
Secondly, since you can cultivate a century-old medicinal herb, you can also cultivate a century-old grain crop, which also has a strategic nature.
You're planting it like ordinary grain and employing ordinary people to manage it. Do you want enemy agents and foreign spies to infiltrate and steal from your home?
Third, your abilities can enlighten people and cultivate a large number of talents, which also has strategic significance for enriching the country and strengthening the people.
And you didn't take it seriously, openly giving MCA a wake-up call—were you worried that enemy agents and spies wouldn't know?
"Uh, fine, I really haven't thought about any of this. I just want to know what the higher-ups mean?" Zheng Ya was frustrated; it seemed he couldn't hide any longer.
With the aim of providing the country with a century-old elixir to gain fame, coupled with the nationwide availability of high-quality grain varieties, there was no need to worry about Zhengde's income.
This is a momentous event in cultivating virtue and practicing morality.
In Zheng Ya's view, as long as he handed over the high-quality grain seeds and medicinal herbs, the state would naturally send people to plant and cultivate them, which had little to do with him, a nobody.
Why not just provide the best seeds and let the government manage the production itself?
Zheng Ya established the planting base solely to create a reputation and generate revenue for Zhengde.
After all, if Zhengde were to become a behind-the-scenes donor, his income might decrease by 70% to 80%, which would be detrimental to Zheng Ya's cultivation of supernatural abilities.
As a result, Zheng Ya had a disagreement with the relevant departments.
Fu Qingyao said worriedly, "The higher-ups are still unaware of the true nature and grade of the century-old spiritual medicine and grain seeds you have cultivated."
Furthermore, since you've been operating a private planting base, the relevant departments have discussed and decided to implement semi-military management. Do you understand?
"Okay, that's settled then, no more changes allowed."
My goal is to create a paradise for future generations, a private garden for donors.
My selfless donation can only supply seeds for the national cultivation base, nothing more! Zheng Ya didn't want to become a closed-off planting base, confined to a militarized management area, because he felt it was somewhat detached from the masses.
The aim is to create a residential area and a planting base.
Once converted into a military-managed base, it becomes disconnected from society!
This is not the farming life Zheng Ya wanted. He needed a free and unrestrained environment to develop his abilities and cultivate his supernatural powers, so as not to affect his cultivation.
Fu Qingyao said in surprise, "Is that all you've got, kid!"
"Looks like your dad spoiled you rotten. You're so young and have no ambition. You've really disappointed me!"
"Mom, you're being too attached to appearances!"
Our Zheng family has always been a martial arts family. When it came to my generation, my father was busy with work and neglected to teach me martial arts.
By the time his father remembered, it was too late to practice martial arts.
My martial arts training has a different lineage. Since I started learning martial arts, I have been determined to pursue the martial arts of the sages, bravely climb to the peak of martial arts, and break through the void realm.
Besides cultivating martial arts, one can also farm to cultivate one's character and benefit one's cultivation!
As for helping the country become prosperous and strong, that is all extra, unpaid contribution.
I have no ambition to become an official or do research, and I hope Mom doesn't misunderstand my aspirations! Zheng Ya understood; his mother hoped her son would become a dragon, but unfortunately, she had completely misunderstood.
Fu Qingyao was taken aback and then gave a wry smile: "Sigh, it seems I misunderstood you!"
Since you've chosen to make a name for yourself in martial arts, why create such a mess with high-quality grain seeds and century-old medicinal herbs, getting caught up in national and international turmoil, unable to find peace, and hindering your martial arts cultivation?
You could easily find someone to manage it for you and donate it to the country on your behalf; that way, it wouldn't affect your spiritual practice, would it?
"Mom, why are you saying such sentimental things? Are you still my mom?" Zheng Ya felt a pang of maternal love and care from her for the first time and was not used to it.
Although it's captivating, the feeling of unease it evokes is a bit hard to accept.
Perhaps it was because she had longed for maternal love for far too long, and when it suddenly descended upon her, she was caught off guard and found it difficult to adapt.
Fu Qingyao said irritably, "Stop messing with me."
I know I've wronged you a lot over the past twenty years, but you have no idea how much I yearn for you...
"Mom, don't say anymore, I understand, welcome home!" Zheng Ya was moved to tears, stepped forward and hugged his mother, completely accepting her maternal love!
Fu Qingyao patted his back in disgust and said, "Hmph, should I be happy or cry?"
"My son only just recognized his mother and came home now, you good-for-nothing..."
"Haha, Mom, I can smell the sourness in your voice..." Xu Qi happily joined in the hug, making Fu Qingyao awkwardly say, "Alright, alright, I won't hold it against you. As long as the family is happy..."
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