Travel to the mountains and make a fortune in silence

"Big brother, please!" Mu Xiao cupped his hands to Mu Nan, looking just like a scene from a martial arts movie.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Nan was standing in the middle of the courtyard.

Wang Qing'er didn't even see how he got there; he was just sitting next to her a moment ago.

What happened? How did he get there? That speed, does he know the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique)?

She remembered a martial arts novel she had read in her past life, which featured a powerful light-body technique called Lingbu Weibu, whose speed was...

While Wang Qing'er was still wondering, the two brothers had already started their match, fighting fiercely and evenly.

Although she didn't know martial arts, she could clearly see that Mu Xiao started to fall behind after only a few moves.

Mu Nan swept her leg over, and Mu Xiao almost couldn't dodge it. Before Mu Xiao could react, Mu Nan followed up with another kick.

Just as her foot was about to kick Mu Xiao's face, Mu Nan pulled back a little, stopping in mid-air about one centimeter away from Mu Xiao's face.

Mu Xiao glanced at his elder brother's toes and quickly took half a step back. Knowing better than to fight a losing battle, he grinned and begged for mercy, "Brother, please forgive me!"

"You've regressed," Mu Nan said coldly.

"Big brother, I will definitely practice harder in the future." Seeing that her brother was a little angry, Mu Xiao quickly stopped smiling and said seriously.

"Don't just talk the talk, walk the walk. You've already taught Zihao and Zixuan, so why don't you all practice tonight? And Mulin too." Mu Nan said coldly, glancing at Mulin one last time.

"Ah, why am I here too?" Mu Lin could also see that his older brother was a little displeased. He didn't dare to complain loudly and only muttered softly. He thought to himself that he was doomed. He hadn't practiced for a long time and his older brother had caught him red-handed. The hard days were about to begin.

"Who wants to go first?" Mu Xiao asked the few who were still sitting still.

Zihao and Zixuan also sensed that their older cousin was acting differently than usual.

Although he has always been a man of few words, tonight I could clearly sense that the aura emanating from him was different from usual.

This may be the unique, fierce aura emanating from those who practice martial arts.

His eyes were sharp, his presence commanding even without anger, and he possessed a resolute strength honed through trials and tribulations.

Looking at her husband standing in the courtyard, Wang Qing'er suddenly felt that he didn't seem like her husband anymore.

She didn't like Mu Nan like this; he was somewhat frightening, perhaps because she had never seen the aura emanating from someone who practiced martial arts.

He was like that every time she learned martial arts, how terrifying! She suddenly didn't want to learn martial arts anymore, since he would protect her anyway.

As for the daughter, she won't study anymore; it's better for a daughter to read and learn some characters.

All three of them were sparring with Mu Xiao, while Mu Nan watched from the sidelines.

After the exchange of blows, the four of them stood obediently in the courtyard, ready to listen to their eldest brother's lecture. Unexpectedly, their eldest brother only said one sentence: "Starting tomorrow, at the end of Yin hour and the beginning of Mao hour, you will all get up and practice martial arts with me. Zihao will also join you."

Sitting next to his mother, Wu Zihao never expected that he would have to practice martial arts even though he hadn't done anything.

Although he had never practiced martial arts, he often heard Mu Lin complain about how tiring it was to practice martial arts. He said that it was better when his second brother taught him, but it was a nightmare when his eldest brother taught him.

Four people stood in the courtyard and said "Yes" in unison and with great authority.

They all had the same thought in their hearts: Wasn't he supposed to be teaching his sister-in-law and Yao'er martial arts? How did it end up being them brothers?

Oh, what a miserable life!

"Mu Nan, Mu Lin and Zi Hao have to go to the private school to study during the day, so why don't they get up so early to practice martial arts?" Zhou Shi felt sorry for her young grandson and granddaughter-in-law, so she spoke up for them.

“Grandma, when I used to practice martial arts, I had to get up early and go to the academy to study during the day,” Mu Nan said to Zhou Shi as she sat back down in her original spot.

"They're all still young. Mu Lin has to take the preliminary examination this year. How about we get up at 3:45 AM to practice martial arts? And during his rest time, he can get up at the beginning of the morning?"

"Then let's do as Grandma says." He only taught his younger brothers martial arts to make them stronger; studying was still the main thing, something he hadn't considered.

"Yao'er, do you want to learn martial arts or study and write?" Mu Nan asked her daughter, her expression clearly indicating that she had to choose one to learn no matter what.

"Father, I..." Yao'er sat in her mother's arms, pouting her little mouth in grievance. She actually wanted to say that she didn't want to choose either of them.

But seeing his father's serious expression, and remembering the fight between his second uncle and father earlier, during which his second uncle had been hit many times by his father, he realized...

Will my father hit me?

As I thought about it, I swallowed back the words I was about to say.

She looked up at her mother, then glanced around at the people sitting around. It seemed that no one was willing to help her. Were they also afraid that her father would beat her?

"Father, I choose to study and write," Mu Yao said, her head bowed and her voice trembling slightly.

She didn't want to learn martial arts. She had just seen her father and uncles fighting, and she felt that the punches and kicks hurt so much!

When she misbehaves, her grandparents spank her little hands, but even though they spank her very lightly, it still hurts!

She doesn't want to learn martial arts!

"Alright, since you've made the choice, you should study hard. If you don't study hard, then you'll have to learn martial arts from your father." Mu Nan still looked serious.

"Okay." Mu Yao glanced at her father, pouted, nodded in agreement, and finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears, hugging her mother.

She didn't want to choose, but seeing her father's expression, she had to choose one.

No one helped her; she was so sad and felt so wronged.

"Don't cry, Yao'er. Let's start studying and writing properly from tomorrow, okay?" Wang Qing'er wiped away her daughter's tears and gently comforted her.

Is this a case of one person playing the good cop and the other the bad cop? But she hadn't discussed it with her husband; she had only casually complained about her daughter's ugly handwriting.

Why did he pull this stunt?

Naturally, she ended up being the one who played the bad cop.

However, it seems that Yao'er's efforts have also affected several of her uncles, who will now have to practice martial arts every day.

Judging from my husband's expression just now, it didn't seem like he was faking it.

Mu Xiao, Zi Hao... I'm saying sorry to you on behalf of Yao'er. You all should practice martial arts diligently. I'll make you some good food and nourish you properly in the future.

Just as Wang Qing'er was thinking, she heard her daughter in her arms suddenly say, "Mother, Father is bad, we won't talk to Father."

The little girl, with tears still in her eyes, spoke angrily.

“Okay, let’s ignore him. But Yao’er, shouldn’t you study and write properly?” Wang Qing’er continued to entice her daughter towards studying, thinking that since several uncles had bravely sacrificed themselves because of this, there had to be some results to do justice to them.

"Okay, I'll write it properly." Mu Yao secretly glanced at her father, and seeing that he still had a stern face, she had no choice but to obediently nod in agreement.

"Now Yao'er should go to sleep."

"Goodnight, Mother!" Mu Yao kissed Wang Qing'er on the cheek and said goodnight with a smile.

The little girl's temper flares up and subsides quickly; it really feels like she's my own child.