Chapter 2: Even if I become a widower, I can still remarry

Yang Zhengshan returned to the house, sat on the edge of the kang and scratched his head.

He really wasn't used to having so many children and grandchildren.

Especially when his eldest grandson called him grandpa, he felt numb all over.

hey~~
Yang Zhengshan sighed. He seemed to have no other choice at the moment. Even if he was not used to it, he could only get used to it slowly.

Instead of sighing here, it is better to think about how to live the next day.

Opening the wooden box on the kang, Yang Zhengshan took out a wooden box.

Inside the wooden box were two silver hairpins, two silver bracelets, and thirteen taels of silver.

Then Yang Zhengshan took out a pottery jar from the corner of the kang, which was full of copper coins.

Yang Zhengshan counted it and found that excluding the jewelry, there were about fifteen taels.

With such a large family, only this little savings is really not much.

Fortunately, this family still has twenty acres of land, and now it is autumn, so it won’t be long before the harvest.

This family can still survive in the next year.

As for the future, it all depends on God.

Whether farmers can have enough to eat depends entirely on God. If the weather is good, farmers can still have a full meal. If there is a natural disaster, they will inevitably go hungry.

After accepting the reality, Yang Zhengshan should also consider how to live the future.

According to the routine of time-travel literature, shouldn't he burn glass, make soap, create firearms, and then rebel and become king!

However, he thought about it and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Novels are indeed lies.

He knew that he could use sand to burn glass, but how to burn it? He asked with a smile on his face.

Lard seemed to be able to make soap, but then what? He still had a face full of questions.

As for firearms, he was even more confused. It was difficult for him to make firecrackers, let alone firearms.

Most modern people know a little about gunpowder and firearms, but knowing a little does not mean they can make them.

Moreover, this world also has extraordinary existences like warriors. Strong warriors can fly through the air and fight against thousands of enemies alone.

Facing warriors, primitive gunpowder and firearms are completely useless. Unless black powder can be developed and modern guns and ammunition can be manufactured, it is better to be an obedient citizen. At least you won't be hacked to death.

The original body was a warrior. He became a warrior at the age of fifteen, otherwise he would not have joined the army.

Unfortunately, after the great battle, the original body was seriously injured, and his path of martial arts was completely ruined.

"Musha!"

Yang Zhengshan thought about the martial arts that his original body had practiced, and stretched out his hand and clenched his fist.

Although this body looks very thin and has many hidden injuries, it is very strong and should be stronger than an ordinary person.

However, if he wants to resume his martial arts, he must first heal his hidden injuries and replenish his energy and blood.

This is not a matter of a dozen taels of silver, otherwise the original body would have hired someone for treatment long ago.

Thinking of the hidden injuries on his body, Yang Zhengshan suddenly froze.

Lingquan Water: It has the effect of healing injuries. Long-term consumption can comprehensively improve physical fitness and potential.

An inexplicable message appeared in his mind, and then a familiar scene appeared before his eyes.

Stone pond, clear water, endless darkness.

This was the scene in his dream.

"Spiritual spring water!"

Yang Zhengshan understood and hurried out of the room to get a porcelain bowl.

He stretched out his index finger and placed it in the porcelain bowl. With a thought, water flowed along his index finger into the bowl.

Soon a bowl of water appeared in front of him.

Is this water drinkable?

Yang Zhengshan looked at the clear water in the bowl with some suspicion.

The stone pool in the darkness has become empty, but water seems to be slowly seeping out from the bottom of the pool.

So this spiritual spring water can be regenerated continuously!
After hesitating for a moment, Yang Zhengshan picked up the porcelain bowl and poured the wine into his mouth.

It was clear and sweet. As the spring water entered my stomach, a warm feeling immediately spread throughout my body. My aching left shoulder felt much better, and my whole body was filled with an unprecedented sense of comfort.

"Really useful?"

Yang Zhengshan moved his body and felt that he was indeed a lot lighter than before, but he still felt some pain when he raised his left arm.

The spiritual spring water is useful and can heal his hidden injuries, but one bowl is not enough.

Yang Zhengshan's eyes suddenly lit up.

If his hidden injuries can be cured, he can resume his martial arts training. With the foundation laid by his original body, it should be easy for him to become a martial artist.

More importantly, his body can recover to its peak condition.

Although he is ten years older, as long as his body can recover to its peak condition, he is still a young man.

Thirty-eight is also youth!

Even if I am a grandfather, I am still a young man and definitely not an old man.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhengshan not only felt lighter, but also felt more relaxed.

It doesn’t matter if I’m ten years older, as long as I’m not sickly and can still be full of energy, I’ll be satisfied.

His mind moved slightly, and the stone pool in the darkness reappeared. Although the spring water at the bottom of the trough seeped out at a very slow rate, Yang Zhengshan saw hope.

It doesn’t matter if it’s slow, as long as there is hope, that’s enough.

After putting away the silver and money, Yang Zhengshan walked out of the room with his hands behind his back.

"grandfather!"

When his eldest grandson, who was playing in the yard, saw him, he immediately rushed over with joy. Now looking at his eldest grandson again, Yang Zhengshan no longer felt so resistant.

The little guy looks chubby, but still very cute.

Yang Zhengshan picked him up nimbly. Although the bowl of spiritual spring water did not heal all his hidden injuries, it allowed him to hold his eldest grandson.

As far as I can remember, I seldom hugged my eldest grandson. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, but my left shoulder would ache after I hugged him.

"Grandpa, teach me how to shoot!"

The eldest grandson was hugged by Yang Zhengshan with a happy face.

Yang Zhengshan looked up at his youngest daughter Yang Yunxue in the yard. At this time, the ten-year-old Yang Yunxue was waving a spear in her hand.

The Yang family's ancestral spearmanship.

Although it is not some magical skill or secret technique, it is a marksmanship that was summarized from fighting on the battlefield.

The moves are sharp and decisive, without any unnecessary frills, and are completely unconventional.

The five children of the Yang family have all practiced martial arts and have learned to read and write.

The martial arts were passed down from the ancestors of the Yang family, while reading and writing were taught by the original body's wife.

It sounds like he is good at both civil and military affairs, but in fact he is neither civil nor military.

He practiced martial arts but did not become a warrior, and he only learned to read and write, so he could not be considered a true scholar.

Normally, the eldest brother Yang Mingcheng and the second brother Yang Mingzhi need to take care of the work in the fields, and they have forgotten a lot of the martial arts they practiced before.

The fourth son, Yang Minghao, was sent to a blacksmith shop in the county town as an apprentice, and his martial arts skills were probably abandoned.

Now only the youngest daughter Yang Yunxue still maintains the habit of practicing martial arts every day.

Seeing his little daughter wielding the spear with great vigor, Yang Zhengshan couldn't help but feel itchy.

Every man has a martial arts dream when he is young.

Yang Zhengshan's dream of becoming a martial artist had long been shattered, but since there really were martial artists in this world, his shattered dream of becoming a martial artist resurfaced.

"Grandpa will practice shooting with you, okay?" Yang Zhengshan said to his eldest grandson with a slight smile on his face.

"Good!" The eldest grandson clapped his hands and cheered.

Yang Zhengshan put his eldest grandson down, turned and walked into the bedroom, and after a moment he took out an iron gun.

The spear is about 1.8 meters long, the spear head is seven inches long, weighs four taels, and its square edges are flat like buckwheat.

Recalling the memory of his original body, the iron spear in Yang Zhengshan's hand thrust out like a long snake spitting out its tongue, and then he moved very fast, waving the iron spear continuously, opening and closing the spear force, using the spear force to the extreme, and suddenly turning his head with shock, the spear tip trembled and flashed a dazzling cold light, and the abbot's room was densely packed, all covered by the spear light.

Fighting on the battlefield requires you to give your all and leave no spare energy, because once you leave any spare energy, the enemy may kill you instantly.

Therefore, the essence of the Yang family's ancestral spearmanship is to use every move with all your strength.

With one shot, either you die or I die, and I don't even think about other moves.

Seeing Yang Zhengshan practicing with a gun, Yang Yunxue stopped, feeling surprised and happy.

"Daddy is practicing shooting again?" Yang Yunxue was only ten years old, and her voice was soft and pleasant.

"Grandpa is so awesome!" The eldest grandson Yang Chengye clapped his hands and cheered.

The doors on the east and west sides opened, and the eldest daughter-in-law, Wang, and the second daughter-in-law, Li, came out holding their children, looking at Yang Zhengshan in surprise.

The original body hasn't practiced shooting for a long time. Ever since the original body's wife passed away, the original body has been in grief and unable to extricate itself, and has no intention of practicing shooting at all.

Speaking of which, the original person was also a loyal person.

Feeling everyone's gazes, Yang Zhengshan's heart was suddenly filled with a sense of accomplishment, and the spear in his hand became even sharper.

However, extreme joy brings sorrow.

A long thorn hit Yang Zhengshan and he staggered.

It hurts. It hurts.
The pain in his left shoulder was like pressing on a nerve, causing Yang Zhengshan's eyes to go dark and he almost lost his balance.

"Dad, are you okay?" Yang Yunxue hurriedly stepped forward to support Yang Zhengshan and asked worriedly.

Yang Zhengshan felt warm in his heart when he saw his little daughter's concerned look.

Although this daughter came cheaply, the younger daughter's worries and concerns were the most real.

"fine!"

"But I can't practice with this gun for the time being!"

Yang Zhengshan said regretfully.

It feels really good to practice with a gun, but unfortunately the hidden injuries on this body are too serious, so he can't practice enough in one go.

I just hope that the spiritual spring water can recover faster and heal his hidden injuries as soon as possible.

"Dad, do you want to ask a doctor to take a look?" The eldest daughter-in-law, Wang, came over and asked, holding the eldest granddaughter.

Although Wang was the mother of two children, she was only twenty years old.

Since the original owner's wife passed away, the family has been taken care of by Wang.

It is said that the eldest sister-in-law is like a mother. It is not easy for Wang to take care of the whole family.

"No, just take a rest!"

Yang Zhengshan felt a little embarrassed.

It’s okay if it’s his son or daughter, but he always feels something is not right about his daughter-in-law!
Although he has had two girlfriends, he has never been married.

He doesn’t even have a wife, let alone a daughter-in-law.

Thinking about it, Yang Zhengshan felt very miserable.

I can’t do this. I must get married.

Even if I become a widower, I can still remarry.

Just wait, I will find a stepmother for you in the future.

(End of this chapter)