Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 529

Chapter 529: Chapter 525: Troublesome Matters When Returning to Hometown 60 [Mass Release 54]

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Xie Jinggang ran all the way back, parched and gasping. After catching a breath, he gulped down two cups of cool boiled water before finally setting the cup down.

"Look at you, all in a panic. What could possibly be happening at home..."

Chattering, Zhou Xiuhua stuffed Xiao Xian into the arms of Si’er and said to the children:

"Xiao Xian, be good. Let Uncle hold you. Grandma will go make some milk powder for you three brothers so you won’t be hungry."

Upon hearing this, the three brothers’ eyes lit up, and in unison, they said to her, "Thank you, Grandma, we love you the most!"

Xie Jinghong had already gone to the kitchen, so nobody stopped Zhou Xiuhua’s actions.

Seeing this, Xie Jinggang ’tsk tsk’ twice and whispered with a smile to Dad, "Dad, look at these three little ones, they’re real flatterers and destined for success!"

This was a compliment to the children’s cleverness, a sign they’d surely do well in the future!

Obviously Xie Tiesheng knew the Third Son’s Wife brought plenty back with her, and with her temperament, she wouldn’t fuss over such a small matter. Hearing Si’er’s voice tinged with jealousy, he said irritably:

"All right, go butter up your mom then, let her make you a cup too!"

"Dad, Dad, that’s not what I meant ~ now that Mom has grandchildren, she doesn’t even care about me, her son anymore~~ Hey, where’s my second sister-in-law? Where are the kids?"

When Xie Jinghong asked Yan Jinsu, Xie Jinggang was busy talking to Dad and didn’t hear the soft conversation between mother and daughter.

"She’s helping out at the village committee, and your big brother is there too. What, did you take the shortcut back?" Xie Tiesheng asked Si’er, frowning at the sight of his muddy appearance.

"Heh, Dad, when I was coming back, the sun was still high. I did take some shortcuts, but when it got dark, and knowing about the wolves in the village, I wouldn’t be foolish enough to keep taking the shortcuts!"

"From now on, don’t come back after dark; safety comes first." Xie Tiesheng knocked on his son’s forehead angrily.

"Dad~ I’m already a father of three, and you’re still smacking my forehead!" Saying this, Xie Jinggang felt a swell of emotion.

At this moment, he remembered the nickname that slipped from his mother’s mouth upon seeing him!

He is twenty-seven years old and still called by his nickname! He should be grateful his name is Xiong Dan and not like Fifth’s, called ’Mao Dan’, pfft!

"Even when you’re eighty, you’re still my son!" Xie Tiesheng glared at him irritably and, ignoring him, started to amuse Xiao Shi in his arms.

Seeing more people, the two lovely children forgot that they were just fussing for ’Mom’.

After dinner, Xie Jinggang, from his dad’s mouth, learned about Yan Jinsu’s ’glorious achievements’, which left him nearly slack-jawed; and after the older brother added the ’heroic’ story of Yan Jinsu fighting two wolves alone, he felt even more disoriented.

As for Xie Jinghong, she had been mentally prepared in advance, so she was much more accepting than Xie Jinggang. But those eyes, similar to Xie Jingzi’s, showed an admiration that matched Xie Jingzi’s as well!

That night, both children and adults went to bed late. The village organized several patrols, taking shifts, each team guarding for six hours.

Starting from dusk, near the edge of the mountain foot, there were bonfires every ten meters or so.

Seeing her own bed lined with a row of well-behaved and adorable grandchildren, Zhou Xiuhua felt truly satisfied. With life as such, she had no regrets.

Time flies, and it doesn’t stop just because Qingfeng Village was troubled by a pack of wild wolves.

Yan Jinsu didn’t take these wild wolves seriously, roving along the village border all night, finding the flashes of green eyes rather empowering. In this way, didn’t it give the villagers an even greater sense of urgency?

She gazed at the quiet village and silently sighed.

Despite the impassioned and generous speeches made at the village committee meeting at noon, afterwards, counting the middle-aged men in Zhou family who could serve as martial masters, there were less than ten!

Ten years!

After ten years of decline and contraction, although Zhou and Xie families transmitted martial and literary legacies, they had ultimately fallen on hard times.

No matter how high the fighting spirit, without professional teachers to pass on the knowledge, it’s just vain and hollow.

The heroes who once emerged in abundance have been worn down by the years.

Those who practiced martial arts, if their bodies could not sustain the energy and flesh lost to blood and sweat, generally did not live long. Compared with the literary renowned Xie family, the Martial Arts King Zhou family had fewer clan elders, and the village elders were younger.

Ten years ago, individuals in the Zhou family who might have been just average, could now be addressed as teachers by others.

This was a sign of decline.

The Zhou family, that is its current state—