968: Chapter 522 Selling Textbooks_2 968: Chapter 522 Selling Textbooks_2 If they’re regular guests, then it doesn’t really matter.
For instance, nowadays, when children go to stay at their grandparents’ or maternal grandparents’ place during holidays, since they often stay there, most of the open-minded older generation can manage all the kids together, trying their best to treat everyone equally, without bias.
That’s why after so much arguing and fussing all day long, which no one could calm, just two children coming out to pour a glass of water made everyone cease fire temporarily—of course, the argunt that had escalated from debate hadn’t reached the point where they’d never associate with each other again.
Taking this opportunity, Yan Fei’s great-aunt ca out again and called, “Old man, co in and pack your things.”
She pushed and pulled the old man into the back room, and the old lady smiled and called around to her sister-in-law, her brother, and her eldest nephew, “I’m really sorry, this old man is just like this, foul-tempered.
When I first ca over, your sister-in-law saw it, how I was so angry I hid in your house and wouldn’t co out.
Thinking back, I didn’t even know what embarrassnt ant back then, I’m embarrassed to even ntion it…”
Her words suddenly brought to mind those past events.
The one addressed as “sister-in-law” mumbled, “I must be hysterical, I’ve always known he’s stubborn.
What do you an by packing up, big sister?”
The old lady laughed and said, “The children have all co to see , and I can’t always just stay at ho without going out.
I’m just here for a visit, I’m going to stay in Shanglin for a few days.
The kids’ grandfather has ntioned it several tis, and because it wasn’t easy to travel, I never left.
Since the children are here today, I thought I’d go stay there for a few days.”
Everyone understood what she ant by her words, and so felt embarrassed all at once.
Especially those who were a bit older; their faces reddened.
They had all grown up together after all—how could they have just quarreled over this and beco so unpleasant?
Hearing this, the woman called “sister-in-law” quickly ca over, holding on to Yan Fei’s great-aunt’s hand and persistently urging her to stay, while saying that what happened earlier was just a mont of confusion, and so on.
But the old lady was also very firm, “It’s really been arranged for a while now, just a few days, and I’ll be back after a couple of days.
The weather isn’t good, the road is rough, if I don’t go with the children, I’ll have to get soone to take when I want to leave.”
People are strange this way—when they’re heated up in argunt, the more they talk, the angrier they get.
Now that they’ve stopped, thinking back on the recent quarrel and rembering the old tis, they suddenly felt embarrassed, all standing up trying to convince her to not leave.
This was just like an incident that happened in Yan Fei’s elentary school, where two boys ended up fighting for so reason, one with a bloody nose and the other with a big bump on his head.
The two troublemakers fought after school and were ready to head ho, but seeing their appearance, they realized sothing wasn’t right.
Both of them were covered in dirt from rolling on the ground, not to ntion one of the boys had a bloody nose which stained their clothes.
In this state, it was obvious at a glance that they had been fighting.
You have to know that whether it’s a teacher or a parent, when they discover that children have been fighting, each child is usually punished with ‘fifty strokes of the big stick.’ Teachers are better, just criticizing and educating—after all, that doesn’t physically hurt.
But parents depend on their mood at the ti, and what they are doing—if they see their child coming back from school in such a state, if they are sweeping, they might grab a broom to hit, or if cooking, they might pick up a rolling pin.
In any case, a beating is inevitable.
So, these two guys couldn’t afford to face each other with hostility any longer, standing by the water pump in the school’s backyard and suggesting, “Shall we wash up before going ho?”
The school’s tap water was often out of order, so they usually relied on an old-fashioned hand pump.
This kind of thing was not practical for one child alone; it required cooperation from both parties.
Then the two of them took turns—one pumped water while the other washed, and then switched.
As they cleaned, they discussed the reasons for their fight, each helping to check the other’s back for dirt or bloodstains.
Before long, the two kids who wanted to kill each other just monts ago were leaving together in high spirits, arms over each other’s shoulders.
This was witnessed by so classmates who remained after class to clean.
When lunch was over and classes resud, the whole school knew that these two had no sha; shortly after fighting, they beca ‘best buddies’ again.
It wasn’t that they lacked sha.
So so-called ‘grudges’ are actually quite funny when you look back on them after the passage of ti.
The saying ‘a smile can dispel a lifeti of hatred’ is just that, except those two kids expedited the process a bit.
Older people are not as straightforward as children.
Though everyone in the room was being polite, the awkwardness was so palpable that even Yan Chao could sense that sothing was amiss.
Soon enough, so people found an excuse to take their leave, and once one person departed, the rest followed suit, all promising to co back later.
In the blink of an eye, only three or four close elderly friends remained.
These few stopped discussing the earlier topic and instead began to help out, knowing the couple’s departure was now inevitable.
In truth, they couldn’t offer much help—the couple had brought back only so personal clothing, and their household items were either purchased themselves or given by neighbors.
When it ca ti to move in with their children, they would surely co back for one last farewell and deal with these things then.
Once the old couple had noisily finished packing, Yan Fei hoisted a carrying pole onto his shoulder and set off.
A few old n and won followed behind, chatting, “We’re all getting on in years; we’ll inevitably co back.
Before we’re laid to rest, we should catch up again.
Make sure to visit often when you’re back…”
It was at this mont that Yan Fei understood why everyone said his father-in-law was so stubborn.
His neck stiff, the old man retorted, “If you keep making a fuss, I simply won’t co back!”
Talk about touching a nerve; the old lady reacted by slapping and scolding him, leaving him to continue on their way in a huff.
The senior group, tired of arguing, simply remained silent, offering wry smiles.
The matter should have ended there, but as they reached the village threshing ground, a group resting there spotted them and once again brought up the topic.
Amidst their chatter, they continued to urge the couple, including Yan Fei’s family, to practice Qigong.
The threshing ground, though covered in snow, had been cleared for the convenience of those practicing Qigong—sothing unusual, as typically the snow wouldn’t be cleared in winter to avoid uneven ground that would require more work to level later with a stone roller.
Yan Fei started to get irritated.
You practice if you want, but why must you insist on dragging others into it too?
Yan Fei’s aunt, who was more easy-going, softened her stance upon seeing the cluttered path and relented, “Alright, alright, we believe you, okay?
We’re leaving now, so can we talk about this when we return?
We have to follow the children and carry things!”
A middle-aged man stood out from the group, “You’re just brushing us off.
Our Qigong is truly beneficial.
We’re only persuading you for your own good; otherwise, we wouldn’t bother.”
The sa old rhetoric—it seed this middle-aged man was the leader of the Qigong practitioners.
Seeing that the elderly lady had expressed her position and yet the man was still not letting them go, Yan Fei pushed past his father, Yanfei’s father, and confronted him, “I just want to ask, are you planning on blocking our way and not letting us leave or what?”
The middle-aged man was taken aback, then chuckled, “What are you talking about, kid?
Why wouldn’t we let you go?
Isn’t it just because you called our master a fraud that I’m trying to explain things to you?”
Yan Fei sneered, “Now my aunt has said he’s not a fraud, what more do you want?”
Without hesitation, the middle-aged man responded, “Words are not proof.
How about this, you buy a set of teaching materials to take ho, and I’ll believe you’ve truly changed your minds.”
“Not believing in your master constitutes a mistake?
I need to use the word ‘repent’?” Yan Fei challenged.
“Exactly,” the middle-aged man said with righteous conviction.
“And verbal repentance is worthless unless you buy a set.
Actually, you represent two households, so you should buy at least two sets of teaching materials to take ho.”
“Hmm, then tell , what exactly is included in a set of teaching materials, and how much does it cost?” Yan Fei asked, softening his tone.
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