"Go play chess. This is what I gave you, don't worry about it. If I don't give it to them, am I supposed to take it to my grave?"
Zhang Shouyi arrived at this moment. Smiling, he said to the children, "Hurry up and thank our ancestor, this is very valuable."
Zhang Weiyu was the first to put down his box. "Ancestor, I will definitely keep this precious thing safe and use it when I get married in the future."
"Yes, that's right. The ancestor still has many good things, which will be distributed among the four of you."
"Ancestor, you still need to collect more good things!"
"What's wrong? You think it's not enough?" Zhou Shixiong asked Zhang Weiyu with a smile, but he was a little unhappy inside.
"We don't mind at all. It's only you who gives us these things; my parents don't give us anything. What I mean is, if I marry seven or eight wives in the future, you'll have to give me something for each of them, right?"
"Hahahaha!" Zhou Shixiong burst into laughter.
"Good lad, that's how a man should be. Alright, your ancestor will definitely save up a lot and find seven or eight wives for our Weiyu in the future."
Zhang Hongmei slapped her son on the shoulder. "You brat, seven or eight? You're dreaming! Do you even know what a wife is?"
"Mom, isn't your wife supposed to stay at home?"
"Get out of here, or I'll beat you up if I hear any more of your nonsense."
"Hongmei, the child is still young."
“Grandpa, he’s still young, he’s already seven years old. We need to help him develop a correct outlook on life and values.”
"Mom, I'm eight years old!"
Zhang Hongmei was truly helpless and glared at Zhang Weiyu. "If he were eight years old, he should be beaten even more."
"Okay, okay, Weiyu was just trying to make me happy."
"Yeah, Mom, you have no sense of humor at all. I'm eight years old, how could I not know that you can only marry one wife? You should go play chess with Dad, look how he's glaring at me."
"Watch your mouth."
Zhang Hongmei was pulled away by Zhang Shouyi. Zhang Weiyu let out a sigh of relief. "Grandpa, do you think my mother is particularly fierce?"
"How could that be? Your mom is the best."
"How come you're just like my dad?"
"That's right, I'm your mother's family. Even if she has some flaws, I still think she's the best."
"Okay, okay, my mom is the best."
The other three looked at the third brother with disdain. He was so annoying. The third brother probably stole all the words from the quadruplets while they were still in their mother's womb. He was the only one who was a chatterbox.
"Ancestor, you have given us such a wonderful gift, but I have nothing to give you in return. How about we perform martial arts for you?"
"Alright, your ancestor was quite skilled when he was young. Let me see how much progress you've made on the mountain in the past six months."
"Then please have the kitchen make peanut brittle for us, because my mom won't let me eat it."
"Chang'en, go prepare it right away. Weiyu, look, I've made it for you. You can't eat too much. Brush your teeth after you eat, or your mom will scold me again."
"Definitely, definitely! Uncle Li, could you have some more candied melon?"
"Make them, make them all. Let them use their best skills to make snacks for our four little ones."
Zhang Weiyu was delighted. Then, starting with their eldest brother Zhenye, each person did one round of boxing. After that, they practiced in pairs.
"Great, great, really great, you've made so much progress."
Come, you four, sit here. Let me tell you, practicing martial arts is not only for strengthening your body, but also a way to protect yourself in case of danger.
You are not young anymore, and you should know that your status is different from others, so you are in more danger than others. If danger really occurs, nothing is better than your own ability.
"It's better to rely on yourself than to ask others for help. Waiting for someone else to come to your rescue is too late. You have to rely on yourself, understand?"
All four nodded. "Ancestor, we understand. Our master has taught us everything."
"Okay, that's good. Your mother has raised you to be excellent children; you are all good kids." Being reasonable, sensible, and most importantly, having the right outlook on life.
"Ancestor, it's because you taught me well!"
"Hahaha, yes, I taught well."
A little while later, Li Chang'en brought out candied melon, peanut brittle, candied hawthorn, hawthorn cake, and melon seed brittle.
"Weiyu, hurry up and eat! Didn't you want to eat?"
"Well, Grandpa, I think I'd better go ask my mother first. I'm scared." After saying that, Zhang Weiyu picked up a string of candied hawthorns and went to find Zhang Hongmei.
“The three of you look at Wei Yu. I’m not saying you’re inferior to him, but you also need to know how to speak properly.”
Although too much talk leads to mistakes and trouble comes from the mouth, you can't remain silent either.
"Yes, Ancestor, we understand and will definitely correct our mistakes."
Zhang Weiyu leaned over Zhang Hongmei's back and brought the candied hawthorn to her mouth.
"Mom, this is freshly made in the kitchen. Would you like to try it and see if it's good?"
Zhang Hongmei had been following them closely, so of course she knew what these snacks were all about.
"Hmm, flattery. But thank you anyway. Go ahead, eat whatever you want today, but after you're done, you have to listen to Grandpa and rinse your mouth."
"Understood!" Zhang Weiyu stuffed the candied hawthorn into his mother's hand and ran off happily.
Zhou Shixiong saw him pick up three more skewers and thought he had gotten the best deal, but he gave one skewer to each of Gu Chuanming, Zhang Xingguo, and Zhang Shouyi.
Zhenye poured a cup of almond milk from the pot and handed it to Zhou Shixiong. "Grandpa, you can't eat anything too sweet. This is better for your health."
"Good, good, good! They are all the great-grandchildren of the ancestor."
Zhang Weiyu returned with two strings of candied hawthorns. "Grandpa, neither my great-grandfather nor my grandfather eat them."
"We're too old to eat anymore, you guys eat."
Gu Yaozu also poured two glasses, and he and his second brother delivered them to Gu Chuanming and Zhang Xingguo.
Zhou Shixiong thought to himself, "Is this child just naturally sensible? Or is Zhang Hongmei really a very good mother?"
Looking at the four children beside him eating heartily, Zhou Shixiong felt a faint sense of melancholy. If only Zhou Yuanqing had been like that back then, things wouldn't be like this now.
Zhou Shixiong didn't remind them, but the four children ate one of each and then put them down.
"Grandpa, could you send these over to Liu Qiang? He's still young, he'll definitely love them more," Gu Yaozu asked Zhou Shixiong.
"Sure, why didn't that little guy come over?"
“I’ve been punished. I was an hour late for practice this morning, so I accept the punishment.”
"Uncle Li, could you help me take it back?"
"Okay, I'll go myself."
"Uncle Li, please don't go. My ancestor still needs your care. Just give the order."
"Alright, alright, I'll do as you say, Second Young Master."
Zhang Hongmei asked Liang Dan to go with her and to bring Jinsong and the others along.
Zhou Shixiong led the four children to the study, saying, "You four must not lose your kung fu skills, but you must put even more effort into your studies. We cannot become mere warriors."
"Grandpa, my great-grandfather said your handwriting is exceptionally beautiful. Why don't you teach me to write?"
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