bayedsolid Chapter 179 A Rant Inside the Grotto: Never Again Will I Ride a Basket on My Back
Chapter 179 A Rant Inside the Grotto: Never Again Will I Ride a Basket on My Back
A sudden gust of wind arose outside, and its force rapidly increased, instantly blowing the doors of several grottoes away.
There were banging and clanging noises outside, along with rapid, piercing screeching.
Finally, all the sleeping yamen runners and soldiers inside were awakened.
They heard the horses and cows outside making rather pitiful noises, so they decided to go out and see what was going on.
Little did anyone know, just as one of the constables stepped out the door, a gust of wind blew by, causing him to stumble forward and fall outside. Just as he was about to be blown away, someone next to him grabbed his foot and pulled him back quickly.
The constable was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud, clutching his chest, still shaken. "Oh my god, what kind of wind was that? It almost blew me away! That was terrifying!"
His accomplice beside him also looked frightened. "You're right. Luckily I intervened in time, or you would have been in grave danger."
"Thanks for saving my life, buddy."
"You're welcome, it was nothing."
This scene unfolded in the blink of an eye, but it was enough for the people inside to see and recognize the power of nature.
The gale continued to howl, as if determined to shatter all illusions.
Gradually, a faint light appeared on the horizon, and the sky slowly brightened.
The people inside the cave all woke up.
Those with doors peered out through the gaps in the doors in fear.
Without a door, he sat sprawled in front of the cave entrance, arms wrapped tightly, staring straight out.
Outside, sand and stones flew everywhere, and the view was filled with a chaotic mess of flying gravel and wood.
The gale carried the huge rock, swirling it into the air before crashing it down with a thud, shattering it into pieces.
Tree trunks and branches were blown past the door by the strong wind; some were snapped in half, while others were uprooted.
The gale, like a savage beast, carried immense destructive power, relentlessly ravaging everything on the earth.
The world seemed to be torn apart by a pair of enormous hands, a terrifying sight that inspired fear.
At this moment, whether they were prisoners or yamen runners and soldiers, as they felt the power of nature, a sense of reverence for nature arose spontaneously in their hearts.
At the same time, everyone felt very fortunate.
Fortunately, there was this grotto, and fortunately, the Wen family found it, so their safety was fully guaranteed.
Without this grotto, if things were still like before, where people would simply lay down on some withered branches and leaves on the ground, and if a strong wind came at midnight, they wouldn't know where they would be blown away or whether they would survive.
Those who held this view felt a surge of gratitude towards the Wen family.
Regardless of whether others are grateful or not, the Wen family members first want to thank Wen Chengfeng for his discovery, secondly Wen Wen for her magic, and finally the entire family for their efforts; otherwise, they wouldn't be enjoying this moment of joy.
Yes, joy.
Outside, a fierce wind raged, but inside the Wen Family Grottoes, a scene of laughter and merriment unfolded.
At first, after the family woke up, the children, seeing the frightening scene outside, blurted out, "Are we going out to run around again today?"
One of the adults casually replied, "Don't run. In this kind of weather, you can only stay here. Don't go out and run around."
Upon hearing this from the adults, the children immediately cheered, "Oh, that's great! We can finally rest for a few days!"
The children gathered together and chatted excitedly, each taking turns to say a sentence.
Wen Chengjing spoke first, "Sigh, I've been running around these past few days, and my legs are so tired they've gotten thin."
Yao Xiaomi picked up the conversation and continued, "Me too, not only have my legs gotten thinner, but my hands and head have too."
Wenqing sighed, puffing out her cheeks, "Sigh, let me tell you, I don't like the bamboo basket as much as I used to when I see it now."
Zhou Jiarui nodded, "That's right, I don't really like it anymore either."
Wen Chengyu suddenly went off-topic, "I wanted to run away by myself, but my sister disagreed and kept saying I was tired, but I wasn't actually that tired."
Wen Chengmo, the oldest among the children, suddenly spoke up and made a summary statement: "Sigh, for me, the bamboo basket is something I can't bear to throw away, but I feel like I'd vomit if I looked at it again."
"Ah, cough."
Wenwen eavesdropped on the children's conversation and couldn't help but laugh.
She also remembered that one night she overheard her younger brother and mother whispering to each other.
The younger brother complained to his mother like this: "Mother, I want to walk tomorrow. I want to walk and run by myself, but my sister won't let me."
"Mother, do you think I'll be tired or not tomorrow?"
The mother suppressed a laugh and replied seriously, "I don't know either. It depends on what your sister says. If she says you're tired, then you're tired. If you're tired, you should sit in the basket."
Thinking of this, Wenwen couldn't help but laugh even more. In order not to disturb the children's conversation, she could only keep quiet, her shoulders shrugging.
Little did she know, it wasn't just her eavesdropping on the children's conversation; her older siblings were also listening intently.
After Wen Chengmo finished his summary, Wen Chengjing followed up, saying, "In short, we've had enough of sitting in the basket."
The other four children nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, we've had enough of sitting, we don't want to sit anymore."
Seeing his friends' support for his ideas, Wen Chengmo once again spoke his mind. Suddenly, he stood up and shouted, "I will never sit in a bamboo basket again in this life!"
Without hesitation, he repeated, "I will not sit on the back of the basket again!"
He emphasized each word carefully, speaking slowly and deliberately.
The sudden sound silenced the room instantly.
Wen Chengbin, who had been eavesdropping, was the first to voice his opposition.
He knew perfectly well that these children could attract spiritual energy.
Carrying them around serves two purposes: first, to absorb more spiritual energy, and second, to train them, as the stronger they become, the more spiritual energy they attract.
The more they attract, the more they can mooch off.
So, if the child doesn't sit in the basket, and the distance is too far, they won't get any benefit from it. How can that be allowed?
Wen Chengbin firmly opposed it, insisting that this trend must be nipped in the bud.
He patiently and persuasively spoke to Wen Chengmo.
"Fifth Brother, how could you have such a thought? This kind of thinking is wrong and dangerous. Think about it, if you run on your own, you will be slow and it will delay us from finding a place to rest. If we can't find a place to rest, everyone will be in more danger. Just like now, you saw the rocks and tree roots outside, right?"
Wen Chengbin noticed that Wen Chengmo's face had suddenly turned pale, and he felt a little guilty.
He didn't want to exaggerate or scare the children, but the facts were undeniable and he had to face them.
Wen Chengmo was only seven years old, and these words, coupled with the sight of the boulder shattering that he had just seen through the crack in the door, left him momentarily speechless.
He looked at Wen Qiyuan, his eyes revealing a hope that his father would say a few words on his behalf.
Wen Qiyuan instantly understood his youngest son's gaze, and at the same time, he also understood his eldest son Wen Chengbin's selfishness and good intentions. Both sons were his flesh and blood.
He said, not what he really meant, "Wulang, it's your good fortune that your second brother is willing to carry you. Even I, your father, don't have the good fortune to be carried! I'm a little envious of you children. You have such nice baskets to sit in. It must be so nice."
As he spoke, Wen Qiyuan found himself unable to continue, feeling that his last sentence was somewhat insincere.
Unexpectedly, Wen Chengbin quickly replied, "Dad, tomorrow, I'll carry you on my back. Don't worry, I'm sure I can carry you. Don't worry."
Wen Qiyuan was both amused and exasperated. "Get lost, you little brat, you're cursing me. Your old man is perfectly fine now, I don't need you to carry my name."
"Hahaha......"
This little incident brought a smile to the Wen family's face.