Journey to the West: The Immortal Clan Begins by Feeding Monkeys at Five Elements Mountain

Chapter 112 Joyful Birth of a Grandson, Thousands of Scriptures

The spring sunshine of March passes in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, new green leaves cover the ground.

Liu Xiulian then led Jiang Xi back on the wind.

This trip back has brought more people and made the place even more lively.

Behind them were two large carts laden with books and scriptures, piled high, bouncing along the village road as they entered the courtyard.

It is said that Jiang Liang spent many days traveling around the prefectural capital, sneaking into bookstores one by one.

Many of the obscure scriptures and interpretations of related texts were acquired thanks to the help of the Li family and the influence of the military command.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Ming's eyes lit up. He waved and gestured in front of the house, making the servants sent by the Li family run around in circles.

I was afraid of tilting the book by the corner or wrinkling its spine.

Jiang Xi wanted to step forward and share some of her observations from the prefecture, and chat about the exciting events.

To everyone's surprise, the older brother just grunted twice, without even looking up, and was flipping through the book page by page, his eyes so focused that they seemed to be trying to see through the pages.

She stood to the side, pursed her lips, and watched as stacks of books were carefully carried into the house, but ultimately said nothing more.

She wanted to talk to her father, but she saw that her mother had already quickly approached her.

She smiled and whispered to Jiang Yi, her eyes and brows filled with the tenderness of returning home.

Jiang Xi gave a soft hum, too lazy to join in the fun at home.

He picked up the candy cakes and pastries his second brother had prepared, took a few bites, and dashed off towards the school.

Liu Xiulian moved closer to Jiang Yi, covered her mouth and smiled, her voice very low, but her tone carried an undisguised joy:
"Wenya gave birth to a chubby boy, weighing seven pounds and eight ounces. He's fair-skinned, plump, and very strong. Look at him, he's even stronger than our Xi'er was when she was born."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi simply nodded slightly, a smile playing on his lips, but he already understood quite a bit in his heart.

Li Wenya's foundation wasn't particularly outstanding, but it was still much better than Xiulian's when she was pregnant with Xi's child.

His body was well-proportioned, his breathing was steady, and although his breathing technique was not yet profound, he had at least entered the basics.

Furthermore, that young man Liang is now full of energy and spirit, and can even perceive a wisp of his divine soul.

Although it was a chance encounter, it was ultimately his own destiny.

With such a combination of traits, it's only natural that the resulting child would be robust and intelligent; it's not surprising at all.

"What name did you choose?"

Jiang Yi asked casually.

Xiulian covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Liang'er originally named him 'Jiang Xianfeng'."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi raised an eyebrow, and the smile on his face began to spread.

Xiulian noticed his expression and her smile widened:

"He didn't mean anything by it; he just thought that he wanted to be a vanguard back then, but he ended up as a scout instead."

"Now I want to let this child fulfill his wish."

Jiang Yi couldn't help but chuckle softly and shook his head.

That kid was single-minded and never good at arguing over words; he put all his energy into his fists and feet.

It's not surprising that the way people name their children hasn't changed.

Seeing that he smiled, Xiulian continued:

"Later, everyone thought the name was too aggressive and felt it was inappropriate. Liang'er also thought it made sense, so he omitted one character and changed it to 'Jiang Feng'."

Jiang Yi listened without changing his expression, simply nodding: "It sounds quite natural."

He has never been particular about the names of his descendants, nor has he sought elegance or refinement, nor has he been concerned with feng shui or fortune telling.

A name is just a symbol; living an upright life and honing one's skills are more important than anything else.

At this moment, Xiulian slightly turned her body and quietly moved closer to him, her voice also becoming lower:
"On this trip to the prefectural capital, several families asked Wenya for help in inquiring whether our Xi'er had a betrothed."

Jiang Yi listened without changing his expression, only humming in response, without even raising an eyebrow.

My daughter was already past twelve by the time of the Lunar New Year. According to local customs, in another year or two, she would be of marriageable age.

It's not surprising that they're inquiring about this now, even though it's a bit early.

But in his eyes, that girl was still almost like a baby.

She has bright, clear eyes, and she loves to act cute and clingy when she sees him. She doesn't seem like someone who's old enough to be getting married.
People from outside the area want their children to get married early because they're afraid that once they're older, they'll have to pay several times more in head tax. Everyone is worried about it like they're rushing to a market.

But since my family is in this remote mountain village, we can't even get a proper household registration. So we don't need to worry about such mundane matters.

Besides, that girl is the most blessed one in the Jiang family this generation. She has extraordinary talent and a strong foundation from a young age.

She also learned from her elder brother by reciting scriptures and copying classics, and thus indirectly received some of the teachings of the person in the back mountain.

She is also exceptionally calm and composed. She can read a book three times and remember every word perfectly, showing a greater level of understanding than her brother.

If we're really talking about having both "life and health," she truly is the one in the Jiang family most likely to transcend the mundane.

If one day I truly meet a suitable husband who is equally talented and compatible with me, I will then ask him for a chance to help me.

Perhaps that child will be born with the potential to become an immortal being, able to exhale words that form text and walk with the force of wind and thunder.

This was a thought that Jiang Yi kept hidden very deep in his heart.

Although it cannot be forced, he has no intention of rushing to arrange a marriage for his daughter right now.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, I heard footsteps coming from the village entrance.

Jiang Yi turned his head and saw that the Liu family's kid was leading several young men from the Ancient and Modern Gang toward the cold land.

My own daughter was also in the crowd, holding a handful of sugar cakes.

While smiling and handing out snacks to everyone, she chatted and laughed with the Liu family boy, occasionally glaring at him.

Jiang Yi stood at the entrance of the courtyard, his hands behind his back, looking at the group of enthusiastic teenagers.

His gaze fell on the girl and the young master of the Liu family, his eyes slightly lowered.

This young man from the Liu family is actually quite alright, there's not much to criticize about him.

Despite his young age, he is quite talented, puts in a lot of effort in martial arts practice, and never finds studying tedious.

He is upright, pure-hearted, and his words and actions are measured and appropriate in terms of etiquette.

In addition, the Liu family had a solid foundation, a prosperous estate, and a clean reputation, making them one of the most distinguished families.

If one can truly learn some skills from Jiang Ming, then that would be the most suitable candidate for marriage.

While the couple chatted, the servants sent by the Li family had already wrapped up and carried all the books into the house.

Piled up in the corner of the room, the paper weighed down the floor tiles, and the aroma of ink and paper wafted through the air, adding a touch of scholarly elegance to the room.

Jiang Yi turned around, took out a small brocade pouch from the bottom of a cabinet in the inner room, picked out a few pieces of silver, and handed them to the Li family servants in a gentle voice:

"The journey has been long and arduous, and it's been both sunny and humid. You've had a tough time on this trip. Here's some hot food for your journey."

Several servants bowed and said "Not at all," then quickly led the horses and drove the empty cart back along the village road.

The wheels rolled over the old bluestone with a soft sound, and soon the person disappeared from sight.

The courtyard immediately fell silent, with only the Jiang family's presence remaining.

Jiang Yi then regained his composure, turned around and went into the house, walking slowly and steadily toward the pile of books by the east wing entrance.

Jiang Ming was squatting in front of the pile of books, holding a list in one hand, examining the books closely without looking up.

Jiang Yi took a few steps closer, glanced at the paper casually, and saw that the titles of the books on the paper were densely packed, probably numbering in the thousands.

Looking at the list again, the red ink markings, circles, and dots had already covered most of it.

He nodded slightly to himself, without saying a word to disturb them.

Besides the pile of books, the carriage also carried several packets of medicinal herbs, most of which were rare on the market, with excellent roots and colors.

Jiang Yi rummaged through the medicine packet and immediately understood the situation.

He immediately lifted the corner of his clothes, went to the chicken coop in the back room, and picked out a well-fed half-step spirit chicken.

Before dawn, with the stove fire just lit, a pot of medicinal food was simmered on the stove.

As night fell, the simple meals on the dinner table were finally a welcome change from the past few months.

The soup was already filled with the aroma of herbs, the chicken was tender and falling off the bone, the herbal flavor was infused in the fat, and the soup had a subtle sheen. Just looking at it made one's mouth water.

The brother and sister ate until their foreheads were sweating and their cheeks were slightly flushed. They didn't say a word for a while, just kept putting food into their bowls.

After a rest following the meal, feeling refreshed and full of energy, the brother and sister picked up their respective sticks and, as usual, began to spar in the courtyard.

The stick whistled through the air, making several loud thuds.

Upon seeing this, Liu Xiulian was about to get up and clear the dishes when Jiang Yi gently pulled her hand before she could even roll up her sleeves.

With a smile in his eyes, Jiang Yi simply took her hand and led her out of the courtyard.

He had barely stepped over the threshold when he casually tossed a remark at the two children:
“Your mother has been away for a long time and can’t stand the spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain. I’m taking her to stay at the old house for a couple of days to help her calm down.”

(End of this chapter)