Volume One, Chapter Nine: Grandmother’s Decision

As Xiao Ning slipped back into his courtyard like a little mouse, an overwhelming heaviness descended upon him like cold, suffocating mud crashing down.

In the main hall, the seat where the village chief had just sat was now empty and cold, yet the air felt drained of all warmth. Aunt Wang and mother Zhou huddled in a corner, their shoulders trembling with suppressed sobs—quiet, sharp as needles, piercing the oppressive silence.

At the center of the hall, eldest brother Xiao Bodu knelt rigidly before Grandmother Yu. His forehead struck the uneven dirt floor again and again, each thud dull yet heavy, mingling with anguished cries nearly lost to despair:

“Mother! I am unfilial! I won’t study anymore! I truly cannot continue with these books! I will go serve the corvée! Let my younger brother… let Zhongyuan take the county exam this year!” His voice was rough, as if ground by a whetstone, carrying the resolve of utter sacrifice and the agony of a shattered heart. When he raised his head, the corners of his forehead were bruised and swollen.

“Big brother! No!” Xiao Zhongyuan shouted, as if scalded by boiling oil, then dropped to his knees with a thud. “The county exam… the exam cannot be missed! It should be you who takes the imperial test…”

“Bang!”

A piercing crack cut off Xiao Zhongyuan’s words.

In a fury like a powder keg ignited, Grandmother Yu snatched up a dark, oil-stained bamboo ruler from the table without a glance and struck fiercely at her two kneeling sons. The heavy bamboo snapped through the air with a whistle, landing first on Xiao Bodu’s shoulder blade, then rebounding onto Xiao Zhongyuan’s back with a bone-chilling thud.

Veins bulged on Grandmother Yu’s gaunt face, her eyes bloodshot and fierce like a wrathful ghost. She screamed with all her might, a shrill wail that seemed ready to tear down the low ceiling:

“Ungrateful wretches! I’ll beat you both to death for your heartlessness!”

Raising the ruler high, her arm trembled violently with rage and despair.

“For more than ten years… for over a decade! Your father and I have never had a full night’s sleep, never eaten a full meal, all to send you two to school! Your father… even on his deathbed, he kept mumbling about the county exam!”

The ruler whistled through the air again.

“And now you casually say ‘I won’t study anymore’ as if wiping your hands clean? How dare you… how dare you betray these old bones of mine? How dare you betray your dead father?! Huh?!”

Her accusations struck like poisoned arrows, each word nailing itself to her sons’ consciences.

At last, Grandmother Yu threw the ruler aside, clutching her chest withered and frail. Her eyes bulged, teeth grinding as she let out a guttural, inhuman howl like a tormented soul from hell:

“Whoever dares to say ‘I won’t study’ again… I’ll smash my head against you right here! I’ll go underground and have a proper talk with your father!”

Her curse, brutal and resolute beyond measure, filled the hall with a suffocating madness.

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