Chapter 8

After completing his cultivation, Ye Jiangchuan went to bed.

When he woke up, Ye Jiangchuan felt refreshed. He rinsed his mouth with willow branches and salt, washed up, and then went to the pond.

From years of experience, he knew the spiritual energy should be about to appear.

It was still early in the first month, and the flowers hadn't bloomed yet, so he couldn't collect dew.

When he arrived at the pond, it was completely frozen, but Ye Jiangchuan waited silently by the pond.

It was very cold, really cold, but for the sake of the spiritual energy, he had to endure.

After about half an hour, Ye Jiangchuan's eyes lit up as the spiritual energy arrived.

He immediately activated his golden finger, and the tavern was about to appear, but he didn't let it fully materialize, keeping it in a half-real, half-illusory state.

He waited silently, and suddenly, Ye Jiangchuan saw a beam of spiritual light fly out from the pond. He rushed over, pounced, and grabbed it.

The moment he grabbed it, Ye Jiangchuan entered the tavern. The real world disappeared, but his body remained outside while his consciousness entered the tavern.

Inside the tavern, everything was the same, but he now held a strand of spiritual energy, which counted as his.

He gently tapped it and sent it to the bar, and immediately the gold essence transformed.

One gold essence coin, twenty-six units of spiritual energy.

Ye Jiangchuan laughed and looked at the long-faced bartender, saying:

"See that? I have money again!"

"How's business today? How are sales?"

"Thanks for your hard work!"

He chatted idly for a while.

On the bar, there were originally two cards, one visible and one hidden. After he bought the visible one, no new card appeared. He would have to wait until the first day of the fourth month to change the tavern.

After collecting the spiritual energy, Ye Jiangchuan returned to his residence to warm up for a bit, then went to the storage to get a basket and a shovel to dig for sand.

He went to the sandpit one li south, dug soil, separated the sand, and filled the basket.

He spent a full hour selecting, and Ye Jiangchuan saw that he had at least two dou of sand.

There was still space in the basket, so he continued to select until he had three dou, then returned to cultivate.

While he was selecting, suddenly, someone laughed from a distance:

"Look at yesterday's silly kid!"

"Ha ha ha, so silly, so big and still playing with sand by himself."

"Yeah, yeah, we don't play with sand anymore, ha ha ha!"

"Silly kid, silly kid, silly kid!"

A group of young voices echoed from afar.

Ye Jiangchuan frowned and looked over. It was the same group of rascals from yesterday, mocking him loudly outside the sandpit.

This sandpit was their playground, and they often came here to play.

Seven or eight years old, and they were a real nuisance!

At this age, they didn't know the difference between heaven and earth, and they were the most annoying, all rascals.

Ye Jiangyan was also among the children, but he was at the back, head down, not looking at Ye Jiangchuan, and it wasn't clear what he was thinking.

Ye Jiangchuan shook his head and ignored them.

He continued to dig and select sand.

These rascals, seeing his reaction, would think he was easy to bully and would become even more overbearing.

So be it, heh heh, they would soon find out why no older kids dared to provoke the "silly kid."

Why did their older brothers and sisters always avoid him?

Why? Because he had fought them all!

In this life, he might not be good at other things, but he was especially fierce in a fight, and his strikes were especially heavy!

Even if his body wasn't strong, he had never been afraid of anyone in a fight!

However, there were some he couldn't beat. When he was young, Ma Laoshuai from the stables had teased him. He couldn't beat him head-on, but he found an opportunity and hit him from behind with a stick, knocking him unconscious for three days.

The third young master of the main house had teased him, and he fought four of them alone, eventually breaking the third young master's head.

But the third young master seemed to have died outside, sigh, truly pitiful, but he died well!

A fool hitting someone wasn't illegal, and in the end, they couldn't do anything to him, so no one dared to bully him!

Seeing that Ye Jiangchuan completely ignored them, the rascals immediately became even more overbearing, shouting loudly.

"Silly kid, silly kid, silly kid!"

Some even picked up stones and threw them at Ye Jiangchuan.

One led the way, and several children followed, throwing stones.

Seeing this, Ye Jiangyan gritted his teeth but did nothing.

Ye Jiangchuan smiled and didn't dodge, but the children's aim was too poor, and they didn't hit him.

He deliberately chose a stone and used his face to catch it. The force wasn't great, and it only left a small blood bump.

With a blood bump on his face, everyone could see it, and he could show these rascals why the flowers were so red.

At such a young age, none of them had seen red before, and they were all unarmed, while he had a shovel in his hand.

The stone hit Ye Jiangchuan's forehead with a thud, and a swollen blood bump immediately appeared.

"Really a fool, using his head to catch a stone?"

"Silly kid, silly kid, silly kid!"

"Silly kid, silly kid, silly kid!"

Someone said, and then they laughed loudly.

Ye Jiangchuan bared his teeth in a grin, picked up the shovel, and was about to charge over.

Suddenly, Ye Jiangyan, who had been standing still behind them, burst into action, kicking the boy who had thrown the stone, sending him tumbling.

He kicked the boy hard, shouting:

"Dare to hit my brother, dare to hit my brother!"

His actions stunned everyone, including Ye Jiangchuan.

The boy being kicked shouted, "Didn't you say he was a fool and not your brother?"

Ye Jiangyan shouted, "No matter how foolish he is, he's still my brother!"

"He's my real brother!"

"I can call him a fool, I can bully him, but you can't!"

He went crazy, beating the surrounding boys who had thrown stones, and they scattered and ran away.

Ye Jiangyan shouted and chased after them, and in the end, only he and Ye Jiangchuan were left.

He slowly walked to Ye Jiangchuan's side, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood bump on his forehead.

Ye Jiangchuan had always disliked his younger brother, and his younger brother had always disliked him!

But now, looking at his younger brother, Ye Jiangchuan suddenly smiled, feeling a warmth in his heart.

Ye Jiangyan wiped the bump and said:

"Brother, brother, you, you, are too foolish!"

"Using your head to catch a stone..."

"You're still smiling, you're a fool, a big fool!"

"But, but, you're my real brother, my real brother!"

"Mother went too far!"

"They can't bully you, they can't!"

"No one can bully you, only I can!"

Blood is thicker than water!

Ye Jiangyan turned and left, and Ye Jiangchuan continued to collect sand, then carried the basket back to cultivate.

The blood bump quickly went down and healed.

Ye Jiangyan returned to his friends, and the rascals didn't care about the fight.

It was as if nothing had happened.

But the next day, for some reason, Ye Jiangchuan no longer went to the sandpit one li south to collect sand.

He went to the sand mountain seven li north, which was secluded, far away, and had difficult mountain paths. From then on, he never went to the southern sandpit, only to this place.