"Did she really say that?"
Inside the An residence, Old Madam An's expression was not good.
"Miss An spoke softly, muttering to herself, but I certainly heard her." The speaker was a servant.
"Looking at male cultivators with the eyes of a landlord?" Old Madam An found it utterly ridiculous. "Does she really think all women can be landlords? If being a landlord were that easy, there would be landlords everywhere!"
The hall was silent.
An Mao did not agree with Madam An; he knew An Zhengzheng was right.
Viewing men with the mindset of an employer is not about becoming an employer, but about getting women to shift their focus from men to themselves.
Once you develop this independent mindset and self-discipline, even if you don't end up becoming an employer, it won't hinder your own development.
An Zhengzheng is so insightful.
Madam An rubbed her temples, her tone turning cold: "Third son, what a fine daughter you've raised... spouting nonsense all day long."
An Mao stared at the teacup in front of him without saying a word. Only when the old lady's expression became even more displeased did he speak.
"She is no longer her son's daughter."
This is actually a sense of loss.
In a short period of time, the Hundred Women's Pavilion flourished and almost monopolized the entire female cultivator market.
Anjia, however, gradually returned to its former state.
After all, for the vast majority of female cultivators, buying pills and cultivation techniques is the most cost-effective option.
New clothes will grow old, and cosmetics cannot last forever, but martial arts techniques and cultivation are something that truly belong to oneself.
"What, you regret it now?"
Since An Zhengzheng left, Old Madam An had noticed An Mao's silence these past few days; he was more reserved and less talkative than before.
She sneered, "It's no use regretting it now. We can't keep this rebellious daughter."
When An Jia used An Zhengzheng's formula, the female cultivator market was still dominated by cosmetics and clothing, and the prospects were clearly very good.
But An Zhengzheng revealed the formula, setting them up in a trap. Now, the An family members are facing a mountain of cosmetics and clothes, looking worried and distressed.
This time, however, An Zhengzheng wasn't there to offer any advice.
An Mao felt a pang of sadness.
Why isn't your wife pregnant yet?
Knowing her son was unhappy, Madam An changed the subject: "Didn't you already eat the Demon-Transforming Lotus? How did Lin Shi take care of her health? You're all better now, yet she still can't have children."
She advised Anmao, "A person can only feel at ease if they have a son. Your mother is getting old, and I'm afraid that you will have no descendants in the future."
"Mother, what are you saying! Rou'er is perfectly fine."
An Mao couldn't help but speak up.
Madam An continued, "No matter how good she is, she still has to get married..."
An Mao opened his mouth, then closed it again.
These days he also understands why An Zhengzheng gave up communicating with her grandmother a long time ago.
Even a large family like the Zhou family was shaken, but Old Madam An still adhered to her set of rules.
"My son has something to do, so he'll be leaving now."
An Mao couldn't listen to it anymore.
"Look at him, look at him!"
After An Mao left, she couldn't help but bang on the table, "Is he blaming me?!"
The woman serving her was Su's mother, who changed the old lady's tea.
"The master has been having a headache lately because of selling clothes; perhaps he really is busy."
Madam An was even angrier: "It's all because of An Zhengzheng! Revealing this formula is really going to kill people!"
She felt discomfort in her chest again, and when she smelled the air, she found it pungent. "What kind of incense are they burning? It's giving me a headache."
The maid in charge said timidly, "Grandma, the calming incense has been used up a long time ago. This is the incense we used before."
However, now that the young lady has left home, the old lady can no longer afford such precious items as calming incense in her room.
The old lady felt even more discomfort in her chest.
Madam Su scolded the maid, "Hurry up and check if the old lady's medicine is ready!"
They helped the uncomfortable old lady to rest.
The old lady suddenly asked Su's mother, "Tell me, could it really be that I was wrong?"
Maoge'er was angry with her, and the clansmen also complained, but she had only lost a rebellious daughter.
Mother Su sighed inwardly. Of course. But as a servant, she couldn't say it.
“The old lady knows what she’s doing. What would a servant like me know?” She helped the old lady sit down. “Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. The old lady should take care of herself.”
The old woman said to herself, "...I am not wrong."
Mother Su also gave up trying to communicate with the old lady.
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An Mao left the mansion and headed to the restaurant.
Actually, aside from business banquets, he usually only needs to take fasting pills. However, after leaving the old lady's place, he inevitably felt upset, and when he was upset, he wanted to eat something sweet.
A tree branch suddenly flew out from the edge and nearly hit him, but he raised his hand to stop it.
Looking around, I saw several girls, around seven or eight years old, pushing each other around.
It must have been thrown at him accidentally.
Finally, a little girl cautiously approached and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to."
Anmao didn't hold it against the child.
But children can easily get hurt playing with tree branches, so he weighed the branch in his hand and asked, "Trees are dangerous, what are you doing playing with them?"
Seeing that An Mao was all smiles, the girl stopped being nervous.
“We are practicing our martial arts, but the branches are crooked and uneven, making it difficult to control the spiritual energy.”
It must have been just that Qi was drawn into the body.
Why not use a wooden sword?
In the world of cultivation, young girls all use wooden swords.
Oh, no, it seems that when Zhengzheng was about this age, he somehow got hold of a bronze sword, something that none of the men in the clan used.
An Mao suddenly felt a little sad.
“We don’t have a wooden sword at home. Dad said he would support my younger brother’s schooling and then give me a new one when he becomes successful.”
The boy said cautiously, "Uncle, can you give me back the branch?"
"This is the straightest branch I've been searching for for several days."
He was taken aback: "You searched for several days before finding it?"
"Yes, they need to use them too. The branches they collect aren't as good as mine, and their progress in training is too slow. They can't be as amazing as the ladies in the magazines."
An Mao followed the gaze and saw that the girls each had only one magazine, which was already yellowed from being turned over so many times.
In order to make the technique last longer in the magazine, An Zhengzheng used the intermediate-level imaging talisman.
He suddenly said, "How about your uncle takes you to buy a sword?"
These were words he had never said to An Zhengzheng.
The little girl shook her head and said, "No."
"The magazine said that children should not go with strangers."
He took the magazine and flipped through it. It contained safety information and even marked areas near Rentong City where he should avoid walking at night.
"Wait for me here, I'll buy you swords."
An Mao left immediately.
When he hurriedly returned with four peach wood swords from a nearby shop, only the girl from the first shop was waiting for him.
"Uncle, you're really back?"
His eyes lit up immediately.
"Where are they?" An Mao looked around.
“They don’t believe anyone can buy them swords…” the little girl said cautiously, afraid of upsetting An Mao, “It’s not that Uncle seems like a bad person, it’s…”
“Even our family members wouldn’t bear to part with it, let alone…”
An Mao was stunned.
He then asked, "Then why are you still waiting here?"
The child scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "What if... what if what Uncle said is true?"
What if?
“Father, I must try.”
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