The Great Seminary

Chapter 31: Your Martial Fortune Will Last Forever
It was difficult for the son to stop crying as a mother, and in the end everyone could only help the crying Yang Duojie back to the house.

It was dark outside and he couldn't see clearly, but when Zhang Gui entered the house, he found that the house had become much bigger after not seeing it for several months.

Originally there were only three tiled houses and a small courtyard, but now it has expanded to eight rooms.

The yard also expanded a lot.

The number of sauce jars placed in the yard changed from five closely packed jars to more than a dozen loose jars.

It gave him a feeling of sudden wealth.

However, the furnishings in the house are still very simple.

A round wooden table and several low bamboo stools.

On the table was tea brewed from tea bricks and a dim oil lamp was lit.

Zhang Gui finally waited for his mother to stop crying and asked:
"Mom, why is our house so big now?

And why are my aunt, my younger aunt, and my cousins ​​all at my house?"

“My son.

Our neighbor Jiujiang's family has become rich, so I bought his old house with a flattering attitude.

I originally wanted to keep it when I have free time and use it when I am busy, so that you can start a family in the future.

Finally, your uncle passed away.

Seeing that your aunt and cousin had no one to rely on, I cleared the yard, brought them over, and asked them to help me make sauce.

I can also make ends meet.

Your uncle is just too arrogant.

What about 'the king does not care about worldly affairs'? That's all Duo Zan's thing. He still thinks the Stone Corpse Clan is a large tribe with thousands of households.

More than 20 years ago, when the emperor was on a southern tour to Guangdong, he stole the Stone Corpse King's golden seal and imperial decree without telling your grandparents.

To block the imperial carriage, one must be a general and lead troops to defend the border.

As a result, he was captured by the Royal Guards and almost had his head chopped off.

If the golden seal wasn't made of brass covered in iron, and the imperial edict wasn't made of yellow rice paper covered in sheepskin, which both stink, I'm afraid the things would have been lost."

“There’s such a thing.

Zhao Zhusha truly lived up to his beggarly background, even if the title of Stone Corpse King was just a temporary measure to establish his kingdom.

You should at least give me a copper seal to pretend to be a gold seal, what is the use of copper-clad iron?"

In his previous life, Zhang Gui was obsessed with "freedom and democracy", so he had always had a contemptuous and yearning attitude towards the feudal ruling class.

He maintained an equal attitude towards any emperor, general or minister, as if to say, "You are all pigs and dogs, I can replace you."

This attitude will naturally emerge from time to time when communicating with people who are very close to you.

Mrs. Yang was already used to this, but she still covered her son's mouth.
"You little rascal, you even dare to joke with the current Emperor Taizong. Stop it."

Over the past two hundred years, the world has changed dramatically. Guangdong, once a remote and desolate province, has become a major maritime trade province that has long enjoyed the emperor's favor.

The 'Xuanzhi Mountains', the hunting ground where the Stone Corpse Clan has lived for generations, is only twenty miles away from Siyang County City.

Although it is sandwiched between the East and West Guangdong Seas, it is still a lawless primeval forest.

But the stone corpse man had already been assimilated by the Ming and Song dynasties.

After all, in peacetime, farming people can survive by selling their physical labor, but fishing and hunting people still have to sell their lives.

This is also the main reason why the Stone Corpse Clan is gradually declining.

So even though there was no serious Song or Ming person in the room, they were all stunned by Zhang Gui's wild words.

Zhang Gui saw the expressions of his aunt and cousins ​​and realized that he had said something wrong. He thought to himself:
“People tend to relax too much in a familiar and safe environment.

I have to be more careful about my behavior at home from now on. It’s really troublesome.”

He explained, “I understand, mother.

I was just talking nonsense because I was sad when I heard that my uncle had passed away."

“Well, your uncle has been ill for so many years, and his passing is expected.

You don’t have to be too sad, woo woo woo.”

While trying to persuade her son, Mrs. Yang started crying again. Everyone else was moved and started wiping away their tears.

She had seven brothers and sisters, but only she and her brother Duoluo Huzhen survived to adulthood.

This also shows the difficult life of the tribes in the mountains.

Now that my brother is dead, the tribe is broken up.

In a few decades, I'm afraid the stone corpses will no longer exist.

How could she not feel sad when she thought about it? After crying for a while, Yang's wife suddenly remembered that her son had not eaten yet, so she could no longer care about her dead brother and the tribe that was about to disappear.

He got up and prepared shrimp and fish noodles for Zhang Gui.

Dumplings when you go out and noodles when you come home.

She prepared freshly rolled egg noodles every night, and when her son was not home, she would have them as breakfast for herself, her sister-in-law, and her niece the next day.

Now it’s finally given to my son.

In this situation, even though Zhang Gui felt sick from eating the fried dough sticks, he had no choice but to stuff himself with two large bowls of fish and shrimp noodles.

After supper, my aunt took my cousins ​​to bed again, leaving only Zhang Gui and his mother to talk.

Mrs. Yang poured her son another jar of strong, good tea to help him digest his food, and said self-reproachfully:

"I heard that the Four Seasons Trading Company used large iron and wood ships for their operations, and that not a single worker had drowned in over fifty years.

Heimu Town has become increasingly safe in recent years, and the kids from several nearby neighborhoods are vying to go there, so I asked the Jiujiang family to find a way to send you there so that you can earn a living.

I didn't expect that such a big change would happen in less than March.

But it scared me to death.

My son, it’s all my fault for being greedy.

What's so important about the future?

We have plenty of food and drink now.
I've thought about it. From now on, you will follow me to sell shrimp paste.

You won’t be poor either.”

Zhang Gui believed that even if the world collapsed, his mother would not harm him.

Besides, I would have to explain to Mrs. Yang what I did after returning home, so I decided to tell the truth.

He interrupted his mother softly, "Mom, look at my magical power."

As he spoke, steam filled his body and turned into a semi-metallic state.

"Mother, I have now awakened the bloodline of the ancient god Kuafu and the ancient great lord Chiyou.

With the title of "Stone Corpse King", he activated the ancient god ritual on the Giant Serpent Head Island and obtained more than 100,000 miles of land promised by the gods.

The true dragon of the founding of the country, he was given the title of emperor.

It’s the time for me to make great achievements, so it’s absolutely impossible for me to follow you to sell stinky shrimp paste!

Even if you kill me, I won't do that!"

In the old days, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

It is normal for people's fortunes to fluctuate.

But the impoverished descendants of the Wang and Xie families are somewhat different from the man selling Xie sesame paste at the street corner.

For example, a child who has been selling sesame paste for eight generations tells his mother, "I have a great fortune, and now I want to take advantage of it and rebel!"

I don’t know how many times I have to repeat it before my mother takes it seriously.

Then he was so scared that he trembled all over and urged his son to be honest and do his job.

If you have the power, you might as well work for the rich and powerful to earn money. Of course, it would be best to sell your literary and martial arts to the corrupt "imperial family".

But although Yang Duojie was now a fish and shrimp paste seller, and was on par with the sesame paste seller, he instantly understood his son's seriousness.

I was speechless for a long time.

Zhang Gui could only remain silent for a long time.

After a long time, Yang Duojie spoke softly,
"Since the Awakened God Bush can transform into a diamond, how could he possibly be subservient to others?

Let’s go back to the ‘Dashidong’ tomorrow, my ‘Dashi Venus’.

Go and tell your ancestors about your ambitions and passions.

Then use your claws and teeth to slowly hunt down the fat deer that is the world!"

Then he stood up and put his forehead against his son's.

"Emu wishes you can hang the heads of all your powerful enemies around your waist in the future.

I also hope that if you had not been beheaded by other people with destiny, your heart would still be filled with the same bravery and heroism as today, and you would not regret it.

my child.

Your military fortune will last forever!"

After saying that, he staggered out of the hut.

(End of this chapter)