Martial Arts: Start by Obtaining the Wild World

Chapter 22: Family's Shock

Although the passerby ran into several aunts and grandmothers and was asked a few questions, he didn't cause any trouble and returned home safely.

"Dad, Mom! I'm back."

Cheng Zongyang put down the wooden rack, heard the sound of cooking inside, and shouted inside. Then he untied the vines on the wooden rack and prepared to move the pheasant and snake inside.

Soon, Cheng Zhou's voice came from inside:
"I'm coming."

When the door was opened, Cheng Zongyang saw that his mother's hair was wet with sweat, and strands of hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks.

"Are you cooking?" Cheng Zongyang tied the rattan again.

"It's... my mountain god! You, Yang'er, you, this..."

Before Cheng Zhou could say anything, she saw the black panther behind her son and took two steps back in fright, holding onto the door to steady herself.

"What happened!"

Hearing Cheng Zhou's panicked voice, Cheng Guanghai, who was working in the warehouse, ran out in a hurry, sweating profusely, thinking that something had happened.

Even the little girl and Cheng Zongliang who were playing in the main room ran out.

When Cheng Guanghai saw the black panther, he slowed down his pace and his expression suddenly became serious.

He glanced back and forth at his son, and seeing that he was fine, his heart, which had almost risen to his throat, finally let go.

Just be fine,

Cheng Zhou rushed out with red eyes, pulled her son inside without saying a word, and continued to check.

Seeing that nothing was wrong, he felt relieved and picked up the bamboo stick at the door and hit his son's legs and feet.

"I told you not to enter the inner mountain. I told you not to enter the inner mountain! Why didn't you listen? Do you think you can go to that place that swallows people?"

Feeling the powerful sound and the slight whipping, Cheng Zongyang smiled and did not resist.

When he got home, he knew that he couldn't hide it from his mother. Although she was an ordinary village woman and her knowledge might not be as good as many people, it didn't mean she was stupid.

There is no place outside the mountains where you can hunt wild animals like leopards except the inner mountains. It is normal for my mother to think like this at first.

Cheng Zongliang, who ran out from the main room, was shocked by this scene. He stopped immediately and then slowly backed away, fearing that he would make some wrong move or would be implicated if he spoke.

But the little girl was not as cunning as her second brother. It was the first time she saw her mother hitting her eldest brother. She screamed "wow" and burst into tears at the same time. She came to Cheng Zhou's side, pulled her clothes, and cried:

“Mom, stop hitting the big pot!
"Mom, the big pot will hurt, please stop hitting it..."

Cheng Zongyang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he saw his younger sister crying.

Cheng Zhou was speechless, so she could only stop, staring at her son and angrily said, "Look at the good sister you raised."

Cheng Zongyang chuckled, thinking that his love for this girl was not in vain.

He went over and picked up the girl, wiped her tearful face, looked at her long, thick eyelashes that were sticky from the tears, wiped them again, and said with a smile:

"Don't cry, Yun'er. Mom is swatting bugs for big brother. Big brother came back from the mountains with a lot of bugs on his back, so I'm swatting them for him. Mom loves us so much, how could she hit us?"

"Really?" Although the girl stopped crying, she was still twitching. It was obvious that she had just cried too hard.

This made Cheng Zongyang very distressed, so he continued to comfort her.

"Just spoil her." Cheng Zhou scooped half a basin of water from the bucket and glared at her eldest son in anger. Then she put the wooden basin aside for him to wash and went to the kitchen.

After Cheng Zongyang coaxed the girl with a few pieces of maltose, he said helplessly to his mother in the kitchen:

"Mom, you didn't listen to me and beat me up. Wasn't it you who caused this?"

Cheng Guanghai walked in at this time. His grey vest was already soaked with sweat. He looked at his son and asked, "What's going on?"

Cheng Guanghai didn't think that his son had killed the leopard, but the arrow holes on its body were real.

Cheng Zongyang put the little girl down and repeated what he had said to his uncle. "...So, I helped them take this black panther to the county to sell it. Mother, I didn't go to Neishan, don't worry. Besides, even if I wanted to go, I would go with the group, I wouldn't go alone."

"You'd better do what you say!" Cheng Zhou's voice came from the kitchen.

"Then you are going to drag it to the county in the afternoon?" Cheng Guanghai pointed at the big guy outside.

Cheng Zongyang nodded and said, "I'll leave soon. I have a lot to do and time is tight."

"Go after dinner." Cheng Zhou came out again.

"Mom, I've eaten in the mountains. Second brother, help me fill the water bag with tea!" Cheng Zongyang said, and called out to his second brother who was hiding in the main room.

"Okay!" Cheng Zongliang ran out tactfully, took the water bag from his eldest brother and ran into the main room.

The tea was not made from tea leaves, but from guava leaves, which Cheng Zongyang found in the mountains. He picked a lot of leaves, washed them, dried them, and soaked them in boiling water. After they cooled, they tasted very comfortable and quenched thirst.

Cheng Zongyang continued to say to Cheng Zhou:
"Mom, I'll eat it when I get back in the evening. The food in this yard is for our family to eat, so you can handle it as you wish."

After saying that, he looked at his father again: "Dad, I will deal with the dirt when I come back tonight."

"I'll see to it." Cheng Guanghai waved his hand and asked, "How about I go to the county with you? It'll be safer."

He was still a little worried. If he dragged this big thing to the county, he might run into someone on the way, and it would be easy for something to go wrong.

"Brother, it's done." Cheng Zongliang came out with a water bag.

Cheng Zongyang took it and said to Father Cheng:

"Don't worry, Dad. I can handle it. Okay, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he walked to the door, picked up the rattan and hung it on his shoulder, then dragged the wooden frame away.

At the door, Cheng Zhou, who was still holding a spatula in her hand, looked worried:

"Is this really okay? His father, why don't you go with him? More people will be able to take care of him."

Cheng Guanghai shook his head:
"It's okay. You know Yang'er's personality. He will run away if there is any danger. As long as there is no warrior attacking him, even an adult like me is no match for Yang'er. Not to mention that Yang'er has weapons on him. Now I have to hurry and get the cellar ready."

As he said this, he walked inside.

"You are really...Alas!" Cheng Zhou sighed, watched her son's back disappear behind the house, then she walked into the house with a heavy heart.

Cheng Zongliang in the yard went over to close the door tactfully, fearing that if he was a step slower he would be beaten by his mother who was in a bad mood.

The little girl was looking at the things her elder brother brought back.

"Hey, there are blueberries too." Cheng Zongliang's eyes lit up when he saw the blueberries wrapped in banana leaves.

When the little girl heard the word "blueberry", she remembered the horrible smell yesterday and shuddered for no reason. She turned around and ran away, covering her mouth without looking at anything.

"I don't want to eat it! I don't want to eat it!"

"Hahaha…"

Cheng Zongliang chuckled, remembering how his little sister had picked up a few out of curiosity yesterday and put them in her mouth to eat. She was so sour that her whole body shuddered and her face was almost unrecognizable. He laughed out loud.

"Pa...!" Suddenly, he was slapped on the back of his head, and then Cheng Zongliang heard his mother scolding him:

"What are you laughing at? If you have nothing to do, go make a fire."

Well, after taking so many steps to defend, I still got carried away!

Cheng Zongliang touched the back of his head, lowered his head, put the blueberry bag in his pocket and ran to the kitchen to light the fire.

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