Chapter 2: Becoming a Widower, I Can Also Remarry
Yang Zhengshan sat on the bed, stroking his head in distress. He really wasn’t used to this many children running around. Especially when his grandson called him “Grandpa,” he felt like his entire body was numb.
“Ah~~”
Yang Zhengshan let out a long sigh, thinking that he didn’t have a choice now. He might as well get used to this new life, no matter how uncomfortable it was. Instead of complaining, he should think about how to get through the days ahead.
He opened the wooden chest at the head of the bed and took out a small box. Inside the box were two silver hairpins, two silver bracelets, and thirteen taels of loose silver. Then, he took out a clay jar from the corner of the bed, filled with copper coins. After counting, he found that he had around fifteen taels of silver, excluding the ornaments. This amount of silver was barely enough for a big family like his.
Luckily, they still had twenty acres of land, and autumn was approaching, which meant they would soon be harvesting crops. If everything went well, this family could still make a living for the next year. As for the future, that would depend on Heaven’s will.
Farmers’ lives were unpredictable, and their food supply depended on the weather. If the weather was good, they could have a full meal; if there was a natural disaster, they would go hungry.
Accepting reality, Yang Zhengshan thought about how to get through the days ahead. According to the transmigration novels, he should be burning glass, making soap, creating firecrackers, and then becoming a king! However, he thought about it and shook his head. Those novels were just deceiving people.
He knew he could use sand to make glass, but how did he do it? He didn’t know. He could use lard to make soap, and then what? He still didn’t know. As for firecrackers, he didn’t even know where to start.
Most people in modern times knew a thing or two about gunpowder and firearms, but knowing a little didn’t mean they could manufacture them. Moreover, in this world, there were martial artists with extraordinary abilities, who could fly and fight against thousands of enemies. Against such strong martial artists, traditional gunpowder and firearms were useless unless he could create modern guns and ammunition. Otherwise, it was better to be a law-abiding citizen and not get killed.
Yang Zhengshan’s original body was a martial artist who had become one at the age of fifteen. If not, he wouldn’t have joined the army. Unfortunately, after a great war, his original body was severely injured, and his martial arts path was completely disrupted.
“Martial artist!” Yang Zhengshan thought about his original body’s martial arts, clenching his fist. This body looked weak and had many hidden injuries, but it was incredibly strong, stronger than an average person.
However, to rebuild his martial arts foundation, he needed to heal his hidden injuries and nurture his vital energy. This wasn’t something that could be solved with a few taels of silver; otherwise, his original body would have already hired someone to heal him.
As he thought about his hidden injuries, Yang Zhengshan suddenly stopped moving. He remembered the Spirit Spring Water, which had a healing effect. Drinking it long-term could comprehensively improve his physique and potential.
A vast amount of information suddenly flooded his mind, followed by a familiar scene. He saw the Shi Tan Ling Quan, the clear water, and the endless darkness. This was the scene from his dream.
“Spirit Spring Water!”
Yang Zhengshan’s eyes lit up as he quickly got out of the room and fetched a ceramic bowl. He put his finger in the bowl, and water started flowing in. Soon, a bowl of clear water appeared in front of him.
Could he drink this water?
Yang Zhengshan looked at the bowl with some doubts. The Shi Tan Ling Quan in his dream was now empty, but there was water slowly seeping out from the bottom.
So, the Spirit Spring Water was replenishable!
After a moment’s hesitation, Yang Zhengshan lifted the bowl and took a sip. The water was cool and sweet, and as it entered his stomach, a warm and comfortable feeling spread throughout his body. His aching left shoulder felt much better, and his entire body felt light and comfortable.
“Does it really work?” Yang Zhengshan moved his body, feeling that it was indeed lighter and more comfortable. When he lifted his left arm, he still felt some pain.
The Spirit Spring Water was effective in healing his injuries, but one bowl wasn’t enough.
Yang Zhengshan’s eyes lit up.
If he could heal his injuries, he could rebuild his martial arts foundation. With his original body’s foundation, he could easily become a martial artist again.
More importantly, his body could recover to its peak state.
Although he was now ten years older, as long as his body could recover, he would still be a young man.
At thirty-eight, he was still young!
Even if he was a grandfather, he was still young and not old.
Thinking this, Yang Zhengshan felt not only physically lighter but also mentally more at ease.
Age didn’t matter; as long as he wasn’t weak and sickly, he could still be vigorous and full of life.
As he thought this, Yang Zhengshan’s heart was filled with hope.
He didn’t need to rush; as long as there was hope, it was enough.
Putting away the silver, Yang Zhengshan walked out of the room with his hands behind his back.
“Grandpa!”
His grandson, who was playing in the courtyard, saw him and excitedly ran over.
Yang Zhengshan no longer felt resistant to his grandson.
The little guy looked tiger-like, and his features were quite likable.
Yang Zhengshan easily picked up his grandson, feeling that he could hold him now. He didn’t often hold his grandson, not because he didn’t want to but because his left shoulder would ache after holding him.
“Grandpa, teach me shooting!” The grandson looked up at him with excitement.
Yang Zhengshan looked at his granddaughter, Yang Yunshe, who was practicing with a long spear in the courtyard. She was ten years old and had a sweet voice.
Yang Yunshe was practicing the Yang family’s traditional gun technique, which was a culmination of their war experiences on the battlefield. The technique was fierce and decisive, without any unnecessary flourishes.
Yang Zhengshan couldn’t help but feel itchy hands, seeing his granddaughter practicing.
Every man had a martial dream when they were young.
Yang Zhengshan’s martial dream had been broken long ago, but in this world where martial artists existed, his broken dream resurfaced.
“Grandpa, practice shooting for me?” Yang Zhengshan’s mouth curled up as he asked his grandson.
“Okay!”
Yang Zhengshan put down his grandson and walked into the room, then took out a iron spear. The spear was about 1.8 meters long and had a seven-inch spearhead, weighing four taels.
As he recalled his original body’s memories, Yang Zhengshan’s iron spear danced in his hand like a snake, and he moved his feet swiftly, the spearhead flashing with a cold light. His spear technique was one that didn’t spare any strength, as it was a culmination of battlefield experiences.
In the end, Yang Zhengshan stopped, and his left shoulder ached again.
“Pa, are you okay?” Yang Yunshe quickly came over to support him, looking worried.
Yang Zhengshan looked at his granddaughter’s concerned expression, feeling warm in his heart.
Although this daughter came suddenly, her concern was the most genuine.
“I’m fine!”
“But I can’t practice shooting for now!” Yang Zhengshan regretfully said.
The feeling of practicing shooting was great, but this body’s injuries were too severe, and he couldn’t practice as much as he wanted.
He could only hope that the Spirit Spring Water would restore him quickly and heal his injuries soon.
“Should we call a doctor to take a look?” his eldest daughter-in-law, Wang Shi, asked as she walked over with her child.
Yang Zhengshan felt a bit embarrassed.
Although he was the grandfather, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy around his daughter-in-law.
He hadn’t married, and now he was already a grandfather. It was frustrating to think about.
But he couldn’t stay like this; he needed to remarry.
Wait and see; he would definitely find a stepmother for his children.
(Becoming a widower, I can also remarry. I’ll get married again!)
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