"So, you also have to work hard on your own. If you want sothing, you have to strive for it yourself, rather than relying on your father or mother. They can protect you for a while, but not for a lifeti."
"I know that, mother said, ’If you don’t work hard when you’re young, you’ll regret it when you’re old.’ So we must work hard in cultivation and strive to defeat father and mother as soon as possible! Yes, that’s it."
Qian Yinuo said, widening her large eyes and glaring at her father as if looking at an enemy.
Qian Jiyun: "..."
There’s no need for that. This little one is thinking about defeating him and An Jiuyue soday, how is that possible?
He shook his head, amused, and raised his hand to pat the heads of the three little ones.
"Then you all have to work really hard."
"We are working very hard!"
Qian Yinuo clenched her small fist and raised it in front of her father.
"Father, Nuonuo won’t talk to you anymore. I’m taking the brothers to cultivate."
With that, she led her two brothers away, not even looking back at her father. Left behind, Qian Jiyun opened his mouth, but in the end, said nothing.
"Dragon Soul, you keep an eye on them."
Don’t let Nuonuo, who’s only half-trained, lead An Yixing and his brother astray.
Having Dragon Soul watch them, in case of any mishaps, he could intervene imdiately to prevent Nuonuo from causing trouble.
"Understood, Master. I’m always watching over the young ones," Dragon Soul replied.
In his space, he didn’t have much else to do, so watching over the young ones was his most important task, making sure he wasn’t too bored.
...
As for An Que, he chased all the way to the village entrance and saw the Junior Officer’s eldest driving an ox cart back.
His heart leaped with joy, and he imdiately ran over, stopping the ox cart.
"Isn’t this Scholar An Que? What’s this about? Are you heading to the town?" The eldest saw An Que huffing and puffing as he stopped the cart, and felt a sudden pang.
Could it be, just like his father said, and in such a short ti, he already regrets it?
"Big Brother An, why are you back? Where’s the Chief? Didn’t he co back with you?"
Not seeing anyone on the cart, An Que’s eyes were filled with disappointnt. It seed the Chief hadn’t returned and was still heading to the county governnt.
"No, he didn’t."
The eldest An’s eyes rolled cleverly, imdiately guessing that An Que truly regretted it and was trying to chase after him to bring him back.
"It’s because my old ox’s hoof is injured. It’s hobbling and can’t pull people anymore. So my father went with soone else’s ox cart. Scholar An Que, did you forget to ntion sothing to my father?"
"No, no, I was just going to town."
An Que couldn’t possibly say he was in a hurry to chase the Chief back, not intending to return the land to the villagers.
And the words he originally wanted to say, hoping to catch a ride on the eldest An’s ox cart to catch up with the Chief, were halted by the ntion of the ox’s bad hoof.
Even though he was a scholar, having grown up in a rural area, he knew how important a plow ox was to a farming family.
If the ox’s hoof was injured, it wasn’t a small matter. Even as a scholar, the eldest An wouldn’t let his family’s old ox carry him to the county with an injured leg.
"Then, Big Brother An, you head back. I’m off to town."
With that, he quickened his pace, hurried past the eldest An, and left in a rush.
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