Chapter 21： Children of a Single Family (Please collect and read)

Chapter 21 Children of a Single Family (Please collect and read)

“The way of martial arts is like this, and the techniques of immortality are probably the same…”

Wei Tu thought of this.

Then, Wei Tu reminded himself that martial arts practice is far from the end. You can use martial arts to gain fame and improve your status, but you must remember to avoid fighting and save your life.

He has a great future and there is no need to fight to the death for a trivial matter.

"but…"

"Although the sword cannot be unsheathed, it must be possessed. The art of killing is a means of protecting one's path, and one must also learn it."

…

time flies.

In a blink of an eye, it’s the first day of the twenty-fourth year of Qing’an.

This day is the New Year's Day.

Early in the morning.

Wei Tu finished washing up in the wing room, put on his winter clothes, and carried the new holiday gifts he bought in the town a few days ago in both hands. Then he entered the inner house under the guidance of the maid.

Go around the corridor.

Come to Shan Wuju’s living room.

In the courtyard, a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a t-shirt was already standing in the courtyard. His appearance was similar to that of Shan Wuju.

However, although the appearance is similar, the temperament of the middle-aged Confucian scholar is somewhat different from that of Shan Wuju. His body is thin and he looks very elegant.

“Brother Yan Gong.” Wei Tu took a step forward and bowed to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar in front of him was no one else, but Shan Yangong, the only son of Shan Wuju who had been living in Fucheng for a long time.

Shan Yanggong was born weak, so he did not follow his father's footsteps in martial arts, but took the imperial examination. More than ten years ago, he won the Guileban and became a second-class scholar (scholar) in Qingfeng Prefecture.

A month ago, Shan Yangong returned to Shanzhai with his biological mother, Shan Min.

“Brother Wei.”

Hearing this, Shan Yangong turned his head and saw that it was Wei Tu. He smiled, folded up his sleeves and robe, and bowed to Wei Tu in return.

Lean less.

The door opens.

Wei Tu followed Shan Yangong into the living room and kowtowed to Shan Wuju and Shan Min in greeting.

“This kid is always so arrogant when he brings up gifts again.” When Shan Min saw Wei Tu greeting him, he still held the gift in his hand and couldn’t help but laugh a few times and said.

“This is your lucky money.”

After thinking for a while, the gray-haired Shan Min stood up, walked into the inner room, took out a stack of red envelopes, and gave one to Wei Tu.

“Thank you, Master.”

Wei Tu didn't hesitate much, took the red envelope from Shan Min's hand, and said thank you.

Although he has married and grown up and is not among the children receiving the lucky money, he does not dare to refuse the gift given by his elders. The lucky money is not much, so he takes it as soon as he receives it.

This is all Shan Min's wish.

After saying goodbye, Wei Tu and Shan Yangong stood beside Shan Wuju and his wife, one on the left and the other on the right, waiting for the family members behind to say hello.

"Why haven't you seen Yaonv yet?" After waiting for a while, Shan Wuju frowned and said dissatisfiedly when he saw that the door and courtyard were still empty.

"Maybe I was tired yesterday and got up late this morning." Shan Min didn't look happy either, but he still said some words of help.

See this.

Wei Tu also frowned secretly, becoming dissatisfied with Shan Fang, the rude young lady of the Shan family. But because he was an outsider, he kept these emotions deep in his heart and did not show them.

It is etiquette to visit the elders early in the New Year and say hello to them.

This world is not modern, it is ancient times where etiquette is highly valued.

Especially for wealthy families, they must strictly abide by etiquette and law in every word and deed, and must not exceed the rules.

Shan Fang's impoliteness can be big or small. If she encounters an elder who is a pedantic old master, she will be punished for being unfilial.

Everyone waited for a while.

Outside the door, a beautiful woman in red came, followed behind her by a man in brocade clothes who was half a step behind. The big man in brocade clothes was holding a boy of about seven or eight years old with a soaring knot in his left hand.

Seeing the boy, Shan Min's face softened slightly, he touched the boy's head and gave the boy a red envelope he had taken out earlier.

“Why did you get up so late today?” At this time, Shan Wuzhi slapped the coffee table next to him and asked angrily.

Everyone in the living room seemed to have been used to this scene for a long time, including Wei Tu, who did not show any surprise.

Shan Wuju was always polite to everyone, even to long-term workers, he was quite generous, informal, and never cared about the gains and losses.

But only for Shan Fang…

After Shan Fang returned to Shanzhai, Wei Tu saw that Shan Wuju had become angry six or seven times in the past month.

"Yiwu made a noise last night and said he wanted to ride a horse. I... coaxed him for a long time before he was able to do it, saying that those horses are your treasures and cannot be touched..." Shan Fang said aggrievedly.

When Shan Wuju heard this, he looked impatient. He knew Yao's wife well and knew that she was plotting his own property again.

It's just that in this aspect, he is not easy to reprimand, which saves Shan Fang's face.

“Dad, you don’t often ride the horses in your stable, and you haven’t been in good health lately, so you might as well give one to Yiwu.”

“Yiwu and I have been arguing for a long time.”

Shan Fang saw that Shan Wuju's momentum had weakened. She took a half step forward, lowered her head, put on a soft look on her face, and spoke quickly.

While she was talking, she saw Shan Wuju tightening his mouth and holding the armrest of the straight-backed chair with his left hand. His body was stiff and stiff. She immediately knew something in her mind, so she took another step forward and pressed against Shan Wuju's left hand. Arm, repeated what he just said.

This time, Shan Fang's tone was a little more pleading.

"Yiwu is still young and can't ride a horse... so the old horse in the stable... you can take it away when you leave."

Shan Wuju closed his eyes for a while, as if thinking. After waiting for a few breaths, he spoke intermittently.

After finishing speaking, he let go of the armrest of the seat, and his body seemed to let out a breath and slumped on it like a limp.

A good horse is a second life for a warrior.

Every horse in the stable is cared for with shiny skin and smooth coat, and is in high spirits.

But facing his daughter and grandson Yiwu...

Shan Wuju still couldn’t say no.

“Yiwu, did you hear that?”

“Your master promised to give you a horse. When you get home, you will have a horse to ride on.”

Shan Fang did not thank Shan Wuju for his generosity, but walked in front of Shan Wuju with Shan Yiwu in his arms and said these words.

“Little sister, this is too much.” Shan Yangong, who was standing behind Shan Min, scolded with an ugly expression on his face.

“Brother, we haven’t separated our families yet, but you dislike me as a girl and ask your father for a horse. This horse is Yiwuqi, and I am not riding it..."

Shan Fang curled her lips.

“Let’s talk about it.”

"You are a scholar and you don't know how to use swords, guns and sticks. How can you not do it to your nephew?"

She added another sentence.

“That’s right, Dad.”

“Yiwu is almost old enough to practice Zhuang Kung Fu, and I want his father to learn the boxing skills passed down from our family...”

“His father taught him by words and deeds. When Yi Wu grows up, he will definitely be able to pass the martial arts examinations and gain fame.”

Shan Fang first glanced at Wei Tu, then moved his eyes to Shan Wuju, and said with a smile.

"certainly."

“If Brother Wei agrees to teach Yiwu how to practice martial arts in the future, it doesn’t matter if the family inherits kung fu..., it’s all for Yiwu...”

Shan Fang smiled.

"This..." Upon hearing this, Shan Wuju immediately fell silent, coughed slightly, and waited for Wei Tu's answer.

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(End of this chapter)