Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

After making up his mind, Jiang Fu'an did not go back to his bedroom, but instead pushed open the door of the main room and stepped into the courtyard shrouded in night.

The security situation in this world is far worse than in his previous life, where petty theft is commonplace.

A few years ago, when he first transmigrated, his house was burgled.

Fortunately, we were poor at the time, so we didn't lose anything important.

But the situation is different now.

There was a yellow cow, two fat pigs, a dozen large white geese, and dozens of hens in the yard.

This is all important working money for the family, so we can't be careless.

So many years ago, Jiang Fu'an moved his bedding under the eaves and personally guarded it at night.

It's already December, and many people, hoping for a prosperous New Year, are bound to take risks.

We must not let our guard down during this period.

He had just turned around and closed the door to the main room when Big Yellow, who was sleeping in its den, was startled awake. It wagged its tail and quietly crept up to his legs.

This dog is a light sleeper and will wake up at the slightest noise, making it a good helper for Jiang Fu'an to keep watch at night.

Jiang Fu'an reached out and ruffled the big yellow dog's fluffy head, whispering:

"Let's go to sleep."

The bed under the eaves was thickly made, and a piece of animal skin sewn by Su Wanqing was placed on top of the quilt, which was both windproof and warm.

Although winter has arrived and the weather is getting colder day by day, it still feels warm and cozy when I snuggle into this quilt.

Jiang Fu'an lay down, his thoughts drifting back to the cultivator's cave in the Misty Mountain Range.

Going into the mountains alone on a cold winter night without preparing enough supplies would likely lead to dire consequences.

If it snows, you need a pair of shoes that can grip the ground firmly;

The wind in the mountains is strong, and body heat dissipates quickly. To prevent your limbs from freezing, you have to drink a pot of strong liquor to warm yourself up...

As he pondered, his eyelids grew heavy, his consciousness blurred, and he finally drifted off to sleep.

"Waaah—"

He didn't know how much time had passed when a low, wary groan pierced his dream.

It's rhubarb!

Jiang Fu'an jolted awake and was fully conscious.

By the dim moonlight, you could see that Big Yellow was standing in the corner of the courtyard wall, sniffing something with its nose close to the ground.

And on the top of the earthen wall above it, a dark shadow was silently climbing upwards!

In the blink of an eye, the man had already climbed onto the wall and was peering into the courtyard.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Fu'an reached out and touched the forked pole leaning against the bed.

He was very familiar with the weapon, which had a long handle with a forked iron trident at the top. It was used to fork haystacks during busy farming seasons and to deal with wild animals when going into the mountains on ordinary days.

"You wicked thief!"

He roared, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and with a flick of his arm, the forked pole shot out like an arrow toward the chest of the dark figure on the wall!

If an ordinary person were to throw it, they would most likely miss. But Jiang Fu'an had been hunting for many years and had long since mastered the art of throwing spears with precision and accuracy.

The thief on the wall reacted with surprising speed. The fork that was originally aimed at his chest was suddenly lowered by him, narrowly missing his clothes, and flew past him with a thud onto the ground outside the courtyard.

However, the person lost their balance and fell "plop" outside the courtyard wall.

Only then did Da Huang seem to finally realize what was happening, barking wildly at the wall.

Jiang Fu'an remained calm, picked up another wooden stick, opened the courtyard gate, and quickly led Da Huang out to investigate.

But only the forked pole lay on the ground outside the door; the thief had vanished without a trace.

"Woof woof—!"

Suddenly, Big Yellow started barking loudly towards the distance along the village road.

Jiang Fu'an looked closely and saw a dark figure fleeing quickly towards the edge of the village.

His steps were both quick and light, and his speed was noticeably faster than that of ordinary farmers.

"Could he be a trained martial artist?"

Recalling the opponent's nimble dodging movements just now, Jiang Fu'an had this guess in his mind.

Seeing that Dahuang was about to rush out to chase after it, he immediately shouted:

"Big Yellow, come back!"

The other party is quite skilled, and there is likely an accomplice nearby to provide backup. It would be too risky to chase after them rashly.

Moreover, after Da Huang barked, all the dogs in the village started barking in unison.

He saw dim lights shining from behind several windows.

The rest can be left to the villagers to handle.

He couldn't bear to leave his three sleeping children and wife at home.

"Husband, what happened?"

Su Wanqing's concerned voice came from inside the courtyard.

Jiang Fu'an turned around and saw her wearing an overcoat and holding a small oil lamp, walking briskly towards him.

He bent down to pick up the pitchfork, led Big Yellow back into the yard, and spoke in a relaxed tone:

"It's alright, a petty thief just came by, but I chased him away."

Despite saying that, Su Wanqing was still so frightened that her face turned pale.

She strode forward, grabbed Jiang Fu'an's sleeve, and looked him up and down:

"Are you alright?"

"What could possibly be wrong with me?"

Jiang Fu'an smiled as he accepted the oil lamp:

"Don't you know your husband's capabilities?"

He carried the lamp and walked towards the courtyard wall.

When I woke up just now, Da Huang was there, sniffing with its head down, without making a sound.

Shining the oil lamp closer, one could see a steamed bun on the ground in the corner.

It looks intact, but it appears to have been broken in the middle.

Jiang Fu'an's eyes turned cold.

This person is trying to poison the guard dog.

Fortunately, I woke up in time and interrupted Da Huang from taking a bite.

The village elders had mentioned this method before, but this was the first time he had witnessed it firsthand.

He grabbed a bamboo basket and covered the drug den, planning to bury it in a pit at dawn to prevent it from harming the chickens and geese in the yard.

After doing all that, I turned around and found Su Wanqing still standing quietly behind me, the night breeze ruffling her hair and thin clothes.

"Wanqing, you're really alright now. Go back inside and get some sleep. It's cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold."

Unexpectedly, Su Wanqing hesitated before speaking:

"Husband, why don't you go back to your room to sleep tonight? It's too dangerous outside."

Jiang Fu'an was taken aback, then found it somewhat amusing.

I never expected my wife to be so timid.

He pointed to the cowshed next door and laughed:

"If our ox is stolen, who will plow our fields in the spring?"

Su Wanqing realized she had said something foolish, her face flushed slightly, and she changed her words:

"Then I'll sleep outside with you."

Jiang Fu'an thought that after the commotion just now, no thieves would dare to come again in the middle of the night, and nodded:

"Okay, then get into bed quickly, don't get cold."

After they lay down, Su Wanqing nestled next to him and suddenly asked softly:

"Husband, do you think the people who came tonight might be those bandits? Coming for me?"

Jiang Fu'an was taken aback, not expecting her to make that connection.

Wanqing's father was originally a high-ranking official in the imperial court, but he was dismissed from office after being framed by powerful figures.

On their way back to their hometown with their family, they were attacked by bandits and the whole family perished. Only Wanqing managed to escape and was rescued by Jiang Fu'an.

She had always suspected that the bandits were acting under orders to silence her.

But Jiang Fu'an felt that the thieves tonight were very unlikely to be bandits.

Over the years, he has always told others that Su Wanqing was introduced by a distant relative, and her identity has been kept strictly secret. No one in the village knows her background.

Moreover, the way the thief walked away just now inexplicably reminded him of the "Zhenyue Martial Arts School" in town.

Several years ago, when Jiang Fu'an possessed the "devouring body," he had considered learning martial arts.

He even made a special trip to the Zhenyue Martial Arts School in town to check it out.

However, learning martial arts not only required paying apprenticeship fees and buying secret manuals, but also frequently taking medicine to temper the body. The initial investment was large and the returns were slow, so he eventually gave up the idea.

But while strolling around the martial arts school, he saw the disciples practicing their skills.

The way the thief hunched over and exerted force when he fled was exactly the same as that of the disciples.

Those martial arts school disciples only know how to compete and show off their skills all day long. They don't work in the fields or do any labor, and it's common for them to be short of money.

It's not surprising that someone with some skills would do some thieving things at night.

Thinking of this, he pulled his wife closer to him and comforted her:

"Don't overthink it. The chances of them being bandits are extremely slim. Go to sleep first, and I'll go out and inquire around when it's light."

Su Wanqing gave a soft "hmm" and then fell silent.

A few occasional barks could be heard in the distance, but silence soon returned.