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

Chapter 31 Two Realms Village's Own Help!
Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

It's that time of year again to recruit new members.

In front of the private school, the morning light was soft and gentle, and the new willows were just beginning to bloom.

A group of six- or seven-year-old students, dragging small bamboo baskets that looked like schoolbags, stood in a row, their eyes full of childishness and wonder.

The Gujin Gang staked out the location early, raised their banners, set up their propaganda booths, and started beating the drums.

"The Ancient and Modern Gang upholds justice and eliminates evil. Joining the gang brings rewards, but those who are late will miss out!"

Several old gang members were shouting at the top of their lungs, creating an atmosphere even more lively than a temple fair.

"Ancient and Modern Gang? What's that?"

A new student tilted his head, looking puzzled.

"It was Jiang Ming who came up with this."

The slightly older child next to him curled his lip, clutching a sugar figurine in his hand, his tone disdainful.

"I heard that his mother killed a wolf with a single punch two years ago. It's all very dramatic. Who knows if it's true or not? Maybe it was something his mother dreamed about last night."

The story of Liu Xiulian punching a wild wolf that year has long since lost its edge with time.

Some children had never heard of it, while others had heard it at home, but they just thought it was a story their parents made up.

But Jiang Ming remained completely calm, even raising his chin with a slight smile.

"You want to see real skills? Fine."

After he finished speaking, he waved towards the school gate.

Before long, a small figure peeked out from behind the door.

Like a fawn sniffing the wind, it took a few small steps and came running over.

It was his younger sister, Jiang Xi.

She is only four years old now, and her height only reaches the edge of the table, but her appearance is adorable.

Her face was rosy and her eyes were round like two washed grapes, staring at you without moving.

My bones feel weak when I walk, and I wobble a little.

With a little hand outstretched, she even imitated her older brother, cupping her hands in a respectful gesture:
"Jiang Xi from the Ancient and Modern Gang greets all the brothers and sisters."

Her voice was sweet and gentle, yet every word was clear, as if she had memorized it on purpose, and she even gave a playful little bow at the end.

Jiang Ming pointed to his younger sister, his expression serious yet smug, and said in a seemingly casual tone:
"Fellow new students, open your eyes wide and take a good look. This is the youngest and weakest member of my Ancient and Modern Gang."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, pausing at the end of his sentence, which made the listener's heart skip a beat.

Seeing the crowd exchanging doubtful glances, he cleared his throat again and raised his voice slightly:
"Whoever can defeat her, I will hand over the position of gang leader, and from then on, all the snacks in the gang will be yours to manage!"

These words immediately caused an uproar in front of the school.

Managing snacks is a very important position!
As for what the "gang leader" does, I don't quite understand yet, but the title sounds impressive.

A new student stood in the crowd, looking a head taller than other children his age, and with a more solid build.

His eyes darted around, scrutinizing the little girl who was squatting on the ground catching ants.

His father taught him that to learn martial arts, one must have strong muscles and bones, be able to lift a stick with one's belly, and carry buckets of water with one's arms.

The little girl in front of me is like a baby, chubby and soft, with a bewildered look on her face.

The child's mind raced, and his courage rose with it.

He took a step forward, striking what he thought was a majestic pose.

Jiang Xi was taken aback, her small eyes blinking as if she didn't know what had happened.

I tilted my head and sized up this "tall guy," wondering what he wanted to do.

Seeing that she was standing there blankly and motionless, the tall, strong boy felt even more confident. He grinned and reached out to push her.

But before the hand was even halfway out, the little girl instinctively raised her arm and gently blocked it.

Despite having chubby arms, I felt an unreasonable force surge through me, my arms went numb, my feet felt weak, and the world spun around me.

"oops!"

His vision blurred, and he landed hard on his bottom, kicking up a small cloud of dust. He lay on the ground, his eyes still rolling, momentarily stunned.

The pain was secondary; my face felt even hotter.

Being publicly humiliated by a little baby, my face is now hanging on a tree branch to dry.

The new students around them, oblivious to others' feelings, laughed heartily and chattered away.

The tall, strong young man gritted his teeth, wanting to cry, his eyes reddening, but he stubbornly refused to shed a tear.

He just grimaced so much his lips could hang an oil bottle, and didn't utter a single word for a long time.

Jiang Ming, quick-witted and agile, seized the opportunity and darted out, grabbing his younger sister in one go.

With his eyebrows dancing and his expression as solemn as if he were reciting a notice in front of a temple, he opened his mouth with a loud shout:

"Did you all see that? Two months ago, she was just like you, all she did was whine and ask for candy and hugs!"

His tone was melodious and rhythmic, each word carrying a powerful energy, almost like the sound of drums and gongs.

"Two months from now, you'll be just like her, easily taking down guys who are two sizes bigger than you!"

Having said that, he tossed his head, and his not-so-tall figure now appeared somewhat imposing:

"The Ancient and Modern Gang! The gang that belongs to Liangjie Village!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it sent a shiver down one's spine.

The words fell to the ground.

The group of new recruits stared at Jiang Xi's soft little body, then at the tall, strong boy rubbing his bottom on the ground.

His expression changed instantly.

The recruitment drive for the Ancient and Modern Gang was a resounding success, with great momentum.

Jiang Ming held a handful of fruits and snacks, grinning from ear to ear.

A little tail bouncing behind her was none other than her younger sister, Jiang Xi.

The two of them strolled leisurely out of the school, through the village entrance, and arrived at the edge of their own field.

The wheat seedlings in the field were growing very well, a lush green expanse that swayed gracefully in the wind, a truly pleasing sight.

This land has been cultivated meticulously year after year, and its yield is 30% higher than that of other farms. Passersby can't help but take a second look.

Jiang Ming simply took out a small bag of pastries from his pocket, stuffed it into his sister's arms, and casually coaxed her with a few words:
"Take this and go home first, my brother has something to do."

Jiang Xi held the snacks in her hands, tilting her little face up, clearly somewhat unwilling.

But Jiang Ming had already hugged the huge pile of "helping fee" and turned around to roll towards the back mountain.

Jiang Xi stood still, looked down at the bland fruit in her hand, and weighed it in her hand.

Looking again at her brother's departing figure, she frowned, pouted, and took a slow, reluctant step as she walked home.

The sun was shining brightly in the yard, and the millet was spread out on the ground, golden and shiny.

Jiang Yi squatted down, turning over the grain with a wooden rake in his hand, pushing it vigorously.

Looking up, I saw my little daughter walking back with her head down, clutching something in her hand, her face showing grievance.

I immediately knew what was going on.

Without asking any further questions, he simply smiled and went to greet the little girl, gently embracing her and patting her back in a tender voice:

"Xixi, be good. I'll give you an extra piece of meat tonight."

Jiang Yi had long since figured out how Jiang Ming was stirring up trouble in the school and getting snacks out of him.

It was consensual, without theft or robbery, and without deceiving the young or old.

Besides, he himself couldn't eat much; he sent most of it to the back mountain as a tribute to the "founding master of the Ancient and Modern Gang".

If it weren't for the method passed down by that person, the Jiang family wouldn't be in such a good state.

Sending more food is a way of showing kindness and repaying the favor.

Jiang Yi turned a blind eye and let him be.

(End of this chapter)