General, Madam Called You To Farm - Chapter 440
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General, Madam Called You To Farm
Chapter 440 – Father and son meet (2)
Translator : Moon Lee
Editor : Tea
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Just when Su Cheng was in a complete panic, a tall and burly old man with graying hair and beard walked into the courtyard carrying Dahu.
Calling him an ‘old man’ didn’t quite fit.
Though his hair and beard were white, his posture was as straight as ever, and his steady stride exuded power, many young men couldn’t match his strength.
It would be no exaggeration to describe him as a ‘Seasoned blade loses none of its edge*’.
*Seasoned blade loses none of its edge (宝刀未老): A classic idiom praising enduring vigor, used here to highlight Qin Canglan’s undiminished strength.
He dressed like a seasoned martial artist, wearing black boots and a fearsome looking totem-engraved saber at his waist.
He looked downright intimidating, like someone not to be messed with!
Father Su secretly calculated in his heart.
No wonder he could only be a local bully in the village, it turned out that he was missing this full set of gears…
Father Su reluctantly averted his gaze.
When he got home, he would definitely get himself a similar outfit later……
Father Su went to take Dahu back.
Dahu sighed like a little grown up and reached out his hand to his grandpa.
“Where did you go? Wandering around again?” Father Su asked sternly.
Dahu’s eyes rolled around, then he wiggled his little but down to the ground and ran off toward the backyard with a loud thud!
Su Cheng gritted his teeth and said, “This child! I will tell your mother later!”
Only Su Cheng and Qin Canglan remained in the courtyard now.
Su Cheng had always been clear about discriminating gratitude and grievances.
Since the other person had brought Dahu back, he knew that he ought to express his thanks.
Putting on a serious expression, Su Cheng said, “Thank you for bringing my grandson back.”
Qin Canglan’s imposing figure stiffened, “That’s your grandson?”
“Yeah.” Su Cheng raised his eyebrows, and showed what he thought was a devastatingly handsome smile.
Though in reality, his face was smudged all over with soot like a tabby cat.
“I may look young, but I’m already thirty seven!”
In the countryside, people married early.
Becoming fathers in their teens, and grandfathers in their thirties was completely common.
Qin Canglan paused for a moment and said, “Thirty seven, you are the same age as my son.”
Su Cheng looked him up and down, then commented sincerely, “Well, then you sure have married early.”
Qin Canglan: “……”
Su Cheng asked, “Do you live around here?”
Qin Canglan replied, “Just passing through. My granddaughter takes music lessons nearby, I was just out for a walk.”
“Oh.” Su Cheng grabbed a small stool and sat down, handing another one to Qin Canglan.
“My daughter used to learn the guqin when she was little too.”
Qin Canglan took the stool and sat down.
Su Cheng already looked ridiculous enough sitting on the tiny stool.
But Qin Canglan was even burlier, and he looked like a mountain on the top of a flimsy wooden seat.
“Really?” Qin Canglan did his best to adjust his posture on the absurdly small stool.
Su Cheng nodded and said, “Yeah, she was just too talented, learned everything too fast. The teachers couldn’t keep up, so they just told her to drop out.”
Qin Canglan: Young man…… Your bragging was quite exaggerated.
And indeed, Su Cheng was absolutely full of nonsense.
His chubby daughter hadn’t even touched an instrument, let alone learned one.
Folks in the countryside could barely afford to feed themselves, who would have money to waste on something like that?
“Huh? You like pomelos too?”
Qin Canglan’s gaze had landed on the pomelo tree in the courtyard.
Su Cheng waved his hand dismissively, “Oh that, just planted it for fun. I can’t eat them, I will have rashes all over if I eat them.”
Qin Canglan blinked in surprise, “What a coincidence, my son is also the same!”
“Mm.” Su Cheng didn’t care about his son.
He gave Qin Canglan a sideways glance, rolled his eyes as he asked, “You should be a good eater, right?”
Qin Canglan: What kind of question is that?
Su Cheng cleared his throat and picked up a small basket nearby, “Thanks for saving Dahu. We don’t have much to offer, but there are sweet potatoes that we roasted ourselves, you can try it.”
Hurry up and eat them all, so that he didn’t have to eat them anymore!
Qin Canglan looked at the dark clumps in the dustpan and seriously suspected that he just handed him several pieces of burnt charcoal.
“It’s very delicious.” Su Cheng said enthusiastically.
Qin Canglan picked up a sweet potato.
Su Cheng said again, “We don’t waste food in our family.”
Qin Canglan had chewed tree bark and eaten clay during hard times, so he wasn’t picky.
Besides, appearance aside, it was still a sweet potato. How bad could it taste?
Qin Canglan casually took a bite.
The next second…
His entire body jolted as if a surge of warrior’s spirit exploded out of his head!
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