After resting in bed for a few days at home, Saburo was pulled out of bed by his father, Saburo. As the saying went, there was no filial son in front of the bed for a long time. That was during the era of material abundance in modern society, not to mention the current era of the Warring States Period, where material resources were scarce. If Saburo continued to lie at home, he would be regarded as useless by his father. He was afraid that he would be sent out and destroy himself.
Fortunately, Xiong Saburo's body had finally gotten used to it over the past few days. As long as he didn't think too intensely, his body could still support it.
After pulling Xiong Fu Saburo out of the house, Xiong Fu's Left Guard looked at his son from head to toe. Seeing that his body was still able to support him, his expression became much kinder. As the saying goes, a poor man has short ambitions, and a thin horse has long hair. Xiong Fu's family was not a wealthy family. If they raised a sick son for a long time, even if they were a warrior family, they would not be able to support it. In the troubled times of the Warring States, for the sake of the family name, even if it was between father and son... There wasn't that much tenderness.
"San Lang, since your body is already fine, then don't always stay in your room. You've rested for the past few days, so you should also properly practice the knife skills passed down in the family.”Xiong Fu handed over the wooden saber in his hand as he spoke, indicating for San Lang to practice Xiong Fu's saber technique in front of him.
Xiong Fu's family's knife skills sounded nice, but it was just a summary of knife skills and precautions on the battlefield by Xiong Fu's left guard and his father, Old Xiong Fu. It had nothing to do with various powerful martial arts.
Xiong Fu San Lang demonstrated his own saber techniques while recalling. He realized that there was nothing special about Xiong Fu's saber techniques. He was greatly disappointed.
Xiong Fu San Lang's thoughts were running wild, and the expression on his face was revealed. Xiong Fu's left guard, who was standing at the side, saw everything clearly. Without saying a word, he walked over quickly, picked up the wooden knife in his hand, and slashed it at the hesitant San Lang's face. With a 'pa', Xiong Fu San Lang was sent flying in a whirl.
Xiong Fuzuo was furious. His family's knife skills were all summed up by him and his father, Old Xiong Fu, on the battlefield. They had stepped on the ground and begged the knife skills experts of the Hokutera family for help. However, his youngest son did not cherish it at all. In today's world, knowledge was so precious that the rise and inheritance of the family were firmly bound to this knowledge. However, his youngest son was in a daze when he practiced it. It was simply a waste of his own hard work.
Xiong Fu looked at his youngest son who was lying on the ground, covering his face and moaning. He sighed deeply and felt disappointed. Nowadays, the situation outside the mountain was getting more and more chaotic. Many famous families had disappeared from the world, let alone a small family like his. The Kumafu-san's land in the mountains was ultimately to be inherited by his eldest son, Kumafu-Taro. When Jiro and Saburo grew up, they would still need to leave the mountains and wander the outside world. The Kumafu-san's family was currently running a poor business. When the time came, the best property left for Jiro and Saburo would only be martial arts.
Thinking of this, Xiong Fu let out a heavy sigh. He was not a person with a glib tongue. He walked forward and gently stroked San Lang's cheek. When he saw the anger in San Lang's eyes, he sighed again.
Furious, Saburo stared at the man in front of him with his eyes wide open. He cursed in his heart that he was crazy. He was not the real Saburo, and he did not have any respect for the left soldier. When his father slapped him, he was completely in a state of shock. He did not expect that the ancient man would really beat and scold his son as he pleased, let alone when he was distracted while teaching his family's skills. It was not surprising that his legs were broken.
Thanks to the policies of the Celestial Empire, Xiong Fu San Lang was the only son of his family in his previous life. He grew up in the pampering of his family. After graduation, he made his way into society for a few years, but he had never been so ruthlessly slapped in the face. The moment he lay on the ground and woke up, he was immediately furious.
However, just as Xiong Fu Sanlang was about to make a move, he realized that he could not get up anymore. He was still young, and he had just recovered from a serious illness. His body had long been emptied. He could only get up now because he had recuperated well a few days ago. Now that he had been slapped by his father, his true colors had finally been revealed.
Xiong Fu's Left Guard looked at his youngest son, who was unable to get up from the ground, and saw the hatred in his eyes that could not be hidden. His heart was a little stunned and gloomy. He picked Xiong Fu Sanlang up from the ground and gently stuffed him back into the bed. Then, he walked out without looking back. No one knew what he was thinking.
When Xiong Fu Sanlang regained consciousness, the sky outside had already darkened. The few people who had gone out to work gathered at home again. It was the spring plowing season, and the few people who had returned from outside were exhausted. No one was in the mood to talk, and the atmosphere in the house was very silent.
Seeing that Saburo had woken up, Kumafu Zuobei began to cook dinner. While he was cooking dinner, Taro and Jiro came over to visit Saburo. The sharp-eyed Jiro saw Saburo's red and swollen cheek and wanted to probe, but was stopped by Taro. Taro pouted at Saburo's red and swollen cheek. Jiro immediately understood and chuckled. He did not care anymore. Which of the three brothers in the family had not been beaten by their father?
It was just that Taro and Jiro did not care, but Saburo bore a grudge in his heart. In the end, he did not really treat Kumafu Zuobei as his father, and even brought the emotions of modern people from his previous life into this life. He still did not understand the situation.
After a while, dinner was ready at home. Taro and Jiro cheered when their father called for dinner and rushed over to get food. Then, Xiong Fu Zuo brought dinner over again, but this time, his father's expression was much colder.
Saburo's hatred could be hidden from Taro and Jiro, but it could not be hidden from the left guard. During the Warring States Period, those who could survive on the battlefield were somewhat astute and vicious. If Saburo was not his son, the left guard would have killed him just based on this hatred, let alone being nice to him.
" Being a warrior is a killing profession. It's good that you hate me, but you're too weak now. I don't know if you can understand now, but in this day and age, the weak have no self-esteem. If you don't work hard, I'll hit you. If you're not serious, I'll hit you. If my family's martial arts aren't good, I'll still hit you. I'd rather you be beaten to death by me than die casually outside and lose the reputation of my Xiong Fu family.”Kumafuzuo clutched the katana hanging at his waist tightly as he knelt at the side and stared at Saburo expressionlessly.
However, after hearing Xiong Fu's words, the corners of San Lang's mouth kept twitching. He was frightened. His father had struggled on the battlefield after all, and the murderous aura on his body was real. Even if he was facing a timid adult, he would be scared to the point of peeing his pants, let alone a four or five-year-old child.
" If you can get up tomorrow, don't stay in bed anymore. Come out and help in the fields. After the spring plowing, you and Jiro will go to the Terakoya of the Fenglai Temple family to study and learn martial arts.”Seeing Saburo in a daze again, Xiong Fu's left guard shouted," Did you hear me clearly?"
"Sea One, Wakari Masida!" San Lang quivered and immediately lay on the ground, trembling as he replied.
The current Xiong Fu San Lang was ultimately still a villain who feared power and did not cherish virtue. After being frightened by his own father's murderous aura, he really did not have any form of attitude.
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