Chapter 2: Even if I become a widower, I can still remarry.

Yang Zhengshan returned to the house and sat on the edge of the kang, scratching his head.

He was really not used to such a large house full of children and grandchildren.

Especially when the eldest grandson called him grandpa, he felt numb all over.

Alas~~

Yang Zhengshan sighed. He seemed to have no other choice at the moment. Even if he was not used to it, he could only get used to it slowly.

Instead of sighing here, it would be better to think about how to spend the next days.

Opening the wooden box on the head of the kang, Yang Zhengshan took out a wooden box.

In the wooden box were two silver hairpins, two silver bracelets, and thirteen taels of broken silver.

Then Yang Zhengshan took out a pottery jar from the corner of the kang, which was full of copper coins.

Yang Zhengshan counted it, and it was about fifteen taels, excluding jewelry.

For such a large family, only this little savings is not much.

But fortunately, this family still has twenty acres of land, and now it is autumn, and it will be harvested soon.

In the next year, this family can still survive.

As for the future, it all depends on God.

Whether farmers can have enough to eat depends on God. If the weather is good, farmers can still have a full meal. If they encounter some natural disasters, they will inevitably go hungry.

After accepting the reality, Yang Zhengshan should also consider how to live in the future.

According to the routine of time-travel literature, should he burn glass, make soap, make firearms, and then rebel to become king!

However, he thought about it and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Novels are really deceiving.

He knew that sand could be used to burn glass, but how to burn it? He was full of questions.

Lard seemed to be able to make soap, and then what? He was still full of question marks.

As for firearms, he was even more confused. It was difficult for him to make firecrackers, let alone firearms.

Most modern people know a little about gunpowder and firearms, but knowing a little does not mean that they can make them.

Moreover, this world also has extraordinary existences such as warriors. Strong warriors can fly in the air and fight against thousands of people.

Facing a warrior, primitive gunpowder and firearms are useless. Unless black gunpowder can be developed and modern guns and ammunition can be manufactured, it is better to be an obedient citizen, at least you will not be hacked to death.

The original body was a warrior and became a warrior at the age of fifteen, otherwise the original body would not have joined the army.

Unfortunately, after a war, the original body was seriously injured, and the road to martial arts was completely ruined.

"Warrior!"

Yang Zhengshan thought about the martial arts practiced by the original body, stretched out his hand and clenched his fist.

Although this body looks very thin and has many hidden injuries, it is very strong and should be stronger than ordinary people.

However, if you want to rebuild the martial arts, you must first heal the hidden injuries on your body and nourish your qi and blood.

This is not a matter of more than ten taels of silver, otherwise the original body would have asked someone to treat it long ago.

Thinking of the hidden injuries on his body, Yang Zhengshan was suddenly stunned.

Lingquan water: It has the effect of healing injuries. Long-term use can comprehensively improve physical fitness and potential.

An inexplicable message appeared in his mind, and then a familiar scene appeared in front of him.

Stone pond, clear water, endless darkness.

This was the scene in his dream.

"Spiritual spring water!"

Yang Zhengshan understood and hurried out of the room to get a porcelain bowl.

He stretched out his index finger and put it in the porcelain bowl. With a thought, the water flowed into the bowl along his index finger.

Soon a bowl of clear water appeared in front of him.

Can this water be drunk?

Yang Zhengshan looked at the clear water in the bowl with some doubt.

The stone pond in the darkness had become empty, but there seemed to be water slowly seeping out from the bottom of the stone pond.

So this spiritual spring water can be continuously regenerated!

After hesitating for a while, Yang Zhengshan picked up the porcelain bowl and raised his head to pour it into his mouth.

It was clear and sweet. As the spring water entered his stomach, a warm warmth spread all over his body. His left shoulder, which was aching slightly, felt much better, and his whole body was filled with unprecedented comfort.

"Does it really work?"

Yang Zhengshan moved his body and felt that his body was indeed much lighter than before, but he still felt some pain when he raised his left arm.

The spiritual spring water is useful and can cure his hidden injuries, but one bowl is not enough.

Yang Zhengshan's eyes suddenly lit up.

If his hidden injuries can be cured, then he can resume martial arts. With the foundation laid by his original body, he should be able to become a martial artist easily.

More importantly, his body can still recover to its peak state.

Although he is ten years older, as long as his body can recover to its peak state, he is still a good young man.

Thirty-eight years old is also a young man!

Even if I am a grandfather, I am still a young man, definitely not an old man.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhengshan not only felt lighter, but also felt more relaxed.

It doesn't matter if I am ten years older, as long as I am not a sickly person and can still be vigorous, I will be satisfied.

With a slight movement of mind, the stone pool in the dark reappeared. Although the spring water at the bottom of the trough seeped out at a very slow speed, Yang Zhengshan saw hope.

It doesn't matter if it's slow, as long as there is hope, it's enough.

Putting away the silver, Yang Zhengshan walked out of the room with his hands behind his back.

"Grandpa!"

The eldest grandson who was playing in the yard saw him and immediately rushed over with cheers.

Now looking at the eldest grandson, Yang Zhengshan's heart is no longer so resistant.

The little guy is chubby and still very lovable.

Yang Zhengshan picked him up neatly. Although a bowl of spiritual spring water did not completely heal his hidden injuries, it allowed him to hold his eldest grandson.

In my memory, the original body seldom hugged the eldest grandson. It was not that he did not want to hug him, but his left shoulder would ache after he hugged him.

"Grandpa, teach me how to practice with a spear!"

The eldest grandson was full of joy when he was hugged by Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan looked up at his youngest daughter Yang Yunxue in the yard. At this time, the ten-year-old Yang Yunxue was waving a long spear.

The spearmanship handed down from the ancestors of the Yang family.

Although it was not a magical skill, it was a spearmanship summed up from fighting on the battlefield.

The moves were sharp and decisive, without any extra fancy, and not out of touch with water.

The five children of the Yang family had practiced martial arts and had read books and learned to read.

The martial arts were passed down from the ancestors of the Yang family, and reading and learning to read were taught by the wife of the original body.

It sounds like he is good at both literature and martial arts, but in fact, he is neither a scholar nor a warrior.

He did not become a warrior by practicing martial arts, and he only learned to read books and learn to read, so he was not a real scholar.

Usually, the eldest son Yang Mingcheng and the second son Yang Mingzhi need to take care of the farm work, and they have fallen behind in the martial arts they practiced before.

The fourth son Yang Minghao was sent to the blacksmith shop in the county town as an apprentice, and his martial arts skills are probably abandoned.

Now only the youngest daughter Yang Yunxue still maintains the habit of practicing martial arts every day.

Seeing the youngest daughter wielding the spear with great vigor, Yang Zhengshan couldn't help but feel itchy.

Every man has a martial arts dream when he is young.

Yang Zhengshan's martial arts dream had long been broken, but there are really warriors in this world, and his broken martial arts dream has resurfaced.

"Grandpa practiced spears for you, okay?" Yang Zhengshan raised his mouth slightly and said to his eldest grandson.

"Okay!" The eldest grandson clapped his hands and cheered.

Yang Zhengshan put down his eldest grandson, turned around and walked into the bedroom. After a while, he took out an iron spear.

The spear is about 1.8 meters long, the spear head is seven inches long, weighs four taels, and its square edges are flat like buckwheat.

Recalling the memory of the original body, the iron spear in Yang Zhengshan's hand stabbed out like a long snake spitting out its tongue, and then he moved quickly, the iron spear danced continuously, the spear force opened and closed, and the spear force was used to the end, and the spear tip trembled and flashed with dazzling cold light. The abbot was densely packed and all covered by the spear light.

Fighting on the battlefield requires to fight with all your strength, and there will be no spare strength at all, because once you have spare strength, the enemy may kill you in seconds.

Therefore, the essence of the Yang family's ancestral spearmanship is to use every move to the end, leaving no spare strength.

After one shot, it's either you or I, and there is no thought of other moves behind.

Seeing Yang Zhengshan practicing the spear, Yang Yunxue stopped, surprised and happy.

"Dad is practicing the spear again?" Yang Yunxue was only ten years old, and her voice was soft and very nice.

"Grandpa is so awesome!" The eldest grandson Yang Chengye clapped his hands and cheered.

The doors on the east and west sides opened, and the eldest daughter-in-law Wang and the second daughter-in-law Li came out holding their children, looking at Yang Zhengshan in surprise.

The original body had not practiced spears for a long time. Since the death of the original body's wife, the original body has been in grief and unable to extricate himself, and has no intention of practicing spears at all.

Speaking of which, the original body is also a long-lasting person.

Feeling the gazes of the crowd, Yang Zhengshan's heart was suddenly filled with a sense of accomplishment, and the iron spear in his hand became more and more sharp.

However, joy turns to sorrow.

A long stab, Yang Zhengshan's footsteps staggered.

It hurts~~

The pain in the left shoulder was like pressing on the nerves, making Yang Zhengshan's eyes black, and he almost couldn't stand still.

"Dad, are you okay!" Yang Yunxue hurriedly stepped forward to support Yang Zhengshan and asked worriedly.

Yang Zhengshan looked at the concerned look of his little daughter, and his heart couldn't help but warm up.

Although this daughter came cheap, the little daughter's worry and concern are the most real.

"It's okay!"

"But I can't practice with this gun for the time being!"

Yang Zhengshan said regretfully.

It feels really good to practice with a gun, but it's a pity that the hidden injuries of this body are too serious, so he can't practice enough at once.

I just hope that the spiritual spring water can recover faster and heal his hidden injuries as soon as possible.

"Dad, do you want to ask a doctor to come and see?" The eldest daughter-in-law Wang came over and asked, holding her eldest granddaughter.

Although Wang is the mother of two children, she is only twenty years old.

Since the wife of the original body passed away, Wang has taken care of this family.

It is said that the eldest sister-in-law is like a mother, and it is not easy for Wang to take care of this family.

"No, just take a rest!"

Yang Zhengshan was a little embarrassed.

It's okay for sons and daughters, but he always feels a little uncomfortable with this daughter-in-law!

Although he has had two girlfriends, he has never been married.

He doesn't even have a wife, let alone a daughter-in-law.

Thinking about it, Yang Zhengshan felt very miserable.

It can't be like this, I must marry a wife.