Ji Yu had just returned home, and the servants at the door looked as if they had seen a ghost when they saw Ji Yu.
Everyone hurried into the inner room.
As soon as Ji Yu entered the main hall, he saw an old man in his fifties with gray hair, being helped to sit in the first seat.
"You rebellious son, how dare you cut your hair?" The middle-aged man who was supporting the old man hit Ji Yu with his walking stick after seeing him.
Ji Yu was held down by the servants. A thirteen-year-old boy didn't have much strength, so he took the blow.
"Xiao Yu, come here." The old man in the lead waved to Ji Yu.
Ji Yu felt a burning pain in his back, but he still struggled to get up and walked to the old man.
Ji Yu knew that the old man was the head of the Ji family. As long as the old man didn't say anything, the storm would be over.
Old Master Ji did not hit people right away like Ji's father did. Instead, he touched Ji Yu's forehead lovingly.
"Xiao Yu, why did you cut your hair suddenly? Were you bullied in school?"
The old man looked very kind, not at all like Ji's father who always had a serious face.
Old Grandpa Ji only had one son, Ji's father, and Ji's father only had one son and one daughter, so Ji Yu was the only grandson of the Ji family.
Ji Yu's forehead was covered with beads of sweat because of the pain. When he met the old man's eyes, he shook his head silently: "No one bullied me. I cut my hair myself."
When Old Master Ji heard this, he was slightly relieved. Compared to the matter of Ji Yu cutting his hair, he was more worried that his grandson was honest and would be bullied.
But when Ji's father heard this, he picked up something nearby and threw it at him.
Ji Yu was unable to dodge due to the pain and a corner of his forehead was broken.
Beads of blood were dripping down Ji Yu's forehead, and Old Master Ji wanted to get up anxiously.
"Are you all made of wood? Hurry up and get some bandages for Xiaoyu."
The servants rushed in and Ji's father was beaten severely.
Ji Yu was surrounded by a group of people, with gauze wrapped around his head again and again.
Finally, the servants invited him to his room to rest.
In the end, the matter of cutting the braids was never resolved.
In the middle of the night, Ji Yu lay in the room to rest.
After Ji Yu was beaten in the afternoon, he cried out in pain. Old Master Ji wanted him to lie in bed and recuperate, and dinner was delivered directly to his room.
“Boom boom boom…”
Although Ji Yu was a little confused about who came to see him in the middle of the night, he still said, "Please come in."
The old man walked into the room with a cane, dismissed the servants behind him, and then walked into the bedroom alone, trembling.
When Ji Yu saw that it was the old man, he hurried over and got off the bed to support the old man.
"Xiao Yu!" The old man stroked Ji Yu's hands.
The old man's eyes were a little cloudy, but when he looked at his grandson, the smile on his face did not diminish at all.
Ji Yu answered obediently: "Grandpa, I'm here."
"Grandpa is old now, and I don't know what you young people think. Grandpa also doesn't know how fast the society outside is changing, but in my heart I still hope that Xiaoyu can read more books and be happy."
Old Master Ji spoke a long speech slowly and gently.
Ji Yu met the old man's weathered eyes and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
"Grandpa really doesn't blame me?"
Old Master Ji patted his head and said in a reassuring tone: "I'm just worried that you will be bullied in school."
"Grandpa doesn't ask you to pass the imperial examination and become a high-ranking official. I just hope you can read more books and learn more words so that you won't be cheated in the future."
"Thank you, Grandpa." Ji Yu's thanks came from the bottom of his heart.
After seeing the old man off, just as he was about to turn off the light in the room, a figure sneaked into the room again.
The person who came was Ji's father.
He had been hiding in the dark since the old man came in. He was waiting for the old man to leave so that he could come in easily.
"Does your head still hurt?" Father Ji still had a stern face.
Ji Yu shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"This braid is something passed down from our ancestors. How dare you just cut it off?"
Father Ji looked very disappointed.
Cutting this hair meant that there would be no chance of becoming an official or taking the imperial examination.
Ji Yu explained: "The Dayong Dynasty is already at the end of its strength. In less than half a year, the dynasty will be overthrown..."
Before Ji Yu could finish his words, his father covered his mouth.
Ji's father looked at the door mysteriously twice, and after confirming that there was no one there, he began to educate Ji Yu.
"Don't you think you haven't died enough? I want to drag me and more than 100 members of the Ji family to die with you."
Ji Yu had not experienced the end of the feudal era, and rumors can kill people much faster than swords and guns.
So they are completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem.
"I'm sorry, father." Ji Yu quickly admitted his mistake.
"You haven't told this to anyone else, right?" Ji's father asked again.
Ji Yu quickly shook his head and denied it.
"You think I don't know the current situation of the dynasty. Your father has traveled far and wide, and has seen much more suffering in the world than a young man like you has read in books. The drought in the north has caused the people to eat the children of other races, and the warlords in the south have occupied the country, and the oppression of the people has only increased."
"In this era, the people who suffer the most are often the powerless peasants. Do you think I don't know that the dynasty is doomed? But the warlords are only concerned with fighting for territory and food. This era is hopeless..."
Father Ji sighed as he spoke. He had a large family to support, and he didn't have the courage to make a difference in the world.
"Father, I believe that we will have peace. I also believe that there will be a class that cares for the people and does practical things for the people. The people will live and work in peace and contentment, and have enough food and clothing."
Ji Yu used what he saw in the present to plan a new future for his father.
But for people who have lived in this era for a long time, how can they respond to Ji Yu’s few words?
"I don't know where you read some evil book, but I don't believe what you said."
It’s not that Ji’s father couldn’t believe it, but he had never seen it formally and couldn’t imagine the future.
The two of them were silent for a long time and no one spoke. In the end, Ji's father did not blame him too much.
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