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Chapter 17 Grandfather Awakens

Heed your grandmother's advice.

Wenwen lay down next to her older sister, casually crossing her legs, her hand unconsciously scratching her scalp.

She discovered that she had a lot of hair, and it was naturally curly, like little wool curls.

The more I scratched, the itchier it became, and my hands made a "scratching" sound.

Hearing the noise, the older sister frowned and came closer. "Little sister, be gentle, do you have a grudge against your head?"

She pulled Wenwen's hand down while scratching Wenwen's scalp.

The older sister's technique was very gentle, changing from scratching to massaging, and Wenwen soon started snoring softly.

The quiet Wenwen seemed to give everyone a certain impression.

The older sister smoothed out her curly wool with her hands, her technique skillful, indicating that she had helped her with it many times before.

Wenwen was sleeping soundly, leaning against her older sister.

A quarter of an hour passed.

The eldest sister's gentle voice woke her up.

"Little sister, wake up, it's time for class."

Wenwen, still half-asleep, shuffled along behind her older brother and sister.

He had just sat down in front of the teacher when he opened his mouth and let out a big yawn.

"Ha... Hey..." Suddenly realizing she was in class, she covered the rest of her mouth.

Wenwen didn't look at the teacher; instead, she lowered her gaze and sat upright and steadily.

She believed that as long as she wasn't embarrassed, it was the teacher who was embarrassed.

Master: Hmm, that's normal. The child has taken a nap and is slowly regaining his energy. I need to be extra vigilant.

"For now, we'll have a large class and listen to the teacher's explanation. Today's lesson is from the Book of Songs, Minor Odes, 'Gathering Ferns'."

"Gathering ferns, gathering ferns, the ferns have ceased to grow..."

"Returning home, returning home, the year is drawing to a close."

......

"Walking slowly on the road, we are both thirsty and hungry."

My heart is grieved, but no one knows my sorrow.

"The meaning of this last paragraph is..."

......

"That concludes the explanation of this poem. Now it's time for a Q&A session. Please feel free to ask any questions you may have."

The cell was quiet.

No one broke the silence first.

Perhaps it was because the Master's explanation was too brilliant.

This has left everyone still immersed in it.

The people in the prison, regardless of age or gender, gained a deeper understanding of the poem.

And for this, they found the prototype figure—Wen Yuanqian, the grandfather of the Wen family.

My grandfather served in the army to defend the country when he was young. As time passed, he returned home in his old age.

Now that everyone has heard the Master's analysis of this poem, they understand their grandfather's worries even more.

This poem vividly portrays the longing of soldiers guarding the frontier to return home.

Wenwen looked at her grandfather lying opposite her with respect.

We hope he wakes up soon.

Wow, Third Brother's back is really broad; it completely blocks Grandfather's view.

"Ahem, ahem, if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask. If not, get out of class is over?"

The teacher raised his voice, "Any more questions?"

"Yes, yes."

Wenwen put aside her emotions and answered promptly.

Just kidding, she was waiting for the Q&A session.

"Master, I know the importance of reviewing the old to learn the new, and I would like to review some of the characters."

"That part?"

"Chicken, duck, goose, pig, cow, sheep - names and parts of these animals."

Teacher: This child is truly eager to learn!

"Sure, anyone who wants to learn to write, come on over."

Therefore, after-class Q&A sessions turned into group character learning time.

For a time, animals flew everywhere in the prison.

They were all disassembled into pieces and then fried, stir-fried, and boiled.

Chicken head, chicken brain, chicken thigh, duck gizzard, duck liver, duck neck.

Stewed goose in an iron pot, roasted whole lamb on the grassland.

Pig Brother, Cow Sister, and Pretty Sheep all pitched in.

Look at how hard he's studying, even the adults don't dare to disturb him.

Only two people.

My uncle and my third uncle were chatting and joking around.

"Third brother, look at them! The kids are so motivated. If they keep studying like this, will the muddy ground hold up? Once they've mastered it, won't we have to dig another layer down? Hehe...hehe..."

"Hey, you know what, it's possible. Our kids are strong and there are a lot of them. If they keep digging like this for a few hours every day, digging down several layers shouldn't be a problem. Hahaha..."

"Hey, hey, hey, we can't dig too many layers down."

"What's there to be afraid of? Our kid can fly! Hahaha..."

"Yes, yes, it can fly, hehe...heh..."

Wenwen was multitasking, writing while listening to the sounds around her.

She heard someone's stomach rumbling.

She also heard her uncle and third uncle teasing her.

Her eyes lit up and an idea came to her.

Master: Here he comes. He's scared by the look in this child's eyes.

"Master, would you like to learn a few more characters?"

"Which ones?"

"Fly higher."

After Wenwen finished speaking, she smiled brightly at her third uncle and the others.

Third Uncle and First Aunt's husband: The child is a good child, ambitious.

The Master was extremely pleased with his studious students.

With a swing of the large stone, several large characters appeared, powerful and resounding, penetrating the earth and leaping onto the ground.

Looking at those beautiful characters, Wenwen wished she could dig up the land and preserve it.

She secretly resolved that one day she must learn these characters well, frame them, hang them in her room, and look at them every day.

As she finished the last stroke, another cooing sound came from her.

then.

One bang, then two bangs.

The sound spread like wildfire, just like a contagious disease.

For a moment, everyone's stomachs started rumbling.

Wenwen also felt like eating something.

The steamed buns in the prison were too small to fill you up.

According to modern algorithms, it's probably around 10 PM now.

It's also perfect for a late-night snack.

"Cough...cough...sigh..."

An old cough, interspersed among the gurgling sounds, was particularly noticeable.

This, this sound.

The sound made by my grandfather.

Everyone immediately moved closer to the middle railing.

My third uncle and my eldest aunt's husband reacted quickly.

Almost simultaneously, one person sat next to the grandfather on each side.

Mrs. Ren and her eldest aunt each helped their grandmother approach the railing.

The rest of the people surrounded the grandfather in layers.

Grandfather slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at the people around him.

Everyone's worries have finally been put to rest.

Each greeting was filled with surprise.

"Master, you're awake..."

"father......"

"grandfather......"

"Grandfather..."

There was one exception.

With the distinctive hoarse voice of a teenager going through puberty, he said, "Grandpa, would you like some water? I've brought it over."

Wenwen and MaiMai both looked at Fourth Brother.

Well, Fourth Brother has become clever too.

Grandmother praised, "Good child. Give it to me."

Grandfather drank some water and sat up to recover.

Wenwen observed that her grandfather seemed to be in good spirits, though his face was a little pale, perhaps due to excessive blood loss.

But Grandfather's right hand was still holding onto Third Brother.

Uncle San asked the question that had been puzzling everyone: "Dad, what's wrong?"

Grandfather glanced at his third brother, let go of his hand, and said with satisfaction, "Sanlang has grown up and can keep his composure."

Third Uncle immediately understood, "Sanlang, your grandfather has been awake for a while now?"

The third brother felt wronged. "Grandfather forbade me to say anything, so I... had to keep it to myself."

The eldest uncle patted the third brother on the shoulder.

"Sanlang, you're quite composed. When did your grandfather wake up?"

The third brother felt doubly helpless and aggrieved, and turned to look at Wenwen, "When chicken legs were flying everywhere."

Uh, everyone gets a share.

Everyone: Oh dear, these scattered and disorganized poultry are a menace!

Uncle San couldn't help but exclaim, "Dad, did you wake up from hunger? Haha...ha..."

Wenwen: It was my fault

Confucius: I was also wrong.

The eldest uncle chimed in, "Dad, don't you have any thoughts about all this meat?"

Grandfather's lips twitched slightly, and he remained silent for a few seconds.

"Yes, there are so many chickens, but we didn't get to eat any meat. We should at least make some soup."

"Yes, the soup is ready, we can make noodles with it."

"Sigh, in the last round, there was no soup, no noodles, it just flew away..."

"Pfft... Hehe..."

"hey-hey......"

"Cough...cough...ha..."

These people acted as if no one else was around, talking back and forth.

Each one of them is more outrageous than the last.

This caused everyone to chuckle.

Wenwen had a bunch of lines on her forehead.

She finally understood who the source of the Wen family's humorous genes was.