Chapter 371: Children's Wounds

At that moment, Feng Xi Xi also walked over and hugged Jiang Yunchu's leg.

"Auntie, I want to go with you too."

Kang Baihe had just let out a breath, but that breath immediately caught in her throat; looking at her own daughter, she suddenly wondered if all those years of teaching had been wrong.

"Going with me? That's not easy." Jiang Yunchu burst out laughing, then looked toward Kang Ziwei.

"Zi Wei, stretch out your hand."

As her words fell, Kang Ziwei stretched out her hand; one hand was completely black, the toxin from the last time she wove the net had not been fully cleaned off, and although it was still black now, it had already lessened considerably compared to the beginning.

This is a long time, needing a little bit of settling.

"This hand, during the first trial, when weaving the net all the vines were poisonous; she didn't make a sound, her injuries were all from poisonous thorns, yet she persisted until the final treatment; the remaining toxin needs a year and a half to be completely cleared."

As her words fell, the room erupted in an uproar.

"All male students, turn around."

Jiang Yunchu immediately shouted the command; those few male students, in unison, turned around without the slightest hesitation, their movements neat and uniform.

"Nai Xin, let everyone see your belly." At that moment, Jiang Yunchu spoke again.

Kang Nai Xin stepped forward, without hesitation lifted her clothes; above her belly there was a scar, that mark was red, looking shocking.

"During the first trial, she was flung by a wild boar; this is the mark left by the boar's tusks; although it didn't injure her organs, the scar remains, and it's hard to remove."

Jiang Yunchu's words carried no special tone, but each child thereby exposed their past.

Not only the Kang clan's children, but all the children—each of them bore some scar or another on their bodies.

"Do you understand?"

When the last Kang Wu had finished showing everyone his ankle, Jiang Yunchu turned to face the crowd.

"Their present state is not due to luck, not due to wild fantasies, not due to them being reckless."

"But they forged it with their lives."

Her gaze was sharp, sweeping over the old and young in the room, scanning every person.

"Shouldn't their demands be met?"

"Shouldn't their efforts be seen?"

"Shouldn't their future be bright?"

"Their future is the future of Da Ning!"

Those questions, that final exclamation, made everyone's hearts involuntarily tighten.

Especially Zhuang Miao—she actually knew nothing, she knew nothing at all, not even a little.

It turned out that, in the places she couldn't see, these kids were giving it their all!

She thought they were diligent in their studies, she thought they were diligent in their martial training.

Having come all this way, she saw that the children's thoughts were meticulous, she saw that their martial skills were outstanding, she felt proud of them, she felt honored.

But she forgot to ask, are they in pain? Are they tired?

She is their mother, yet she didn't notice—who could notice?

At that moment, she saw Jiang Yunchu—no, someone had noticed, and Yun chu noticed.

She understands them better than anyone, because she has been alongside the children, sharing their feelings.

Others were shocked, especially Kang Baihe, who widened her eyes, suddenly feeling envious, envious of their youthful vigor, envious that they could act recklessly—if only she herself...

She seemed to also want to live like that once.

"Yun chu, Xi Xi…"

Before her words could finish, Jiang Yunchu laughed and shook his head, "Big sister, it's too late."

"Too late."

Her Chun Hua Xue Yuan had only two cohorts; her Chun Hua Xue Yuan had only these people, there would be no others, because she was exhausted.

Accompanying the children on this journey, she was already tired.

Feng Xi Xi widened her eyes, gazing at everything before her, her heart yearning.

She didn't want to be just a lady of the house; she also wanted to do something meaningful. Sometimes, some wishes, some beautiful hopes, turn into tiny seeds that take root in people's hearts.

"I'm saying this today not to make you pity them—they're not pitiful at all, right?" Jiang Yunchu looked at the children; each small face bore a satisfied smile.

"Yes!"

Twelve people, in unison.

"Because these are all things we ourselves want to do; we want to become strong, to be able to protect the people we wish to protect."

"I want to go to the battlefield to kill the enemies—those who invade Da Ning, those who make the border folk unable to live—kill them until they fear, until they dare not, until the mere mention of Da Ning makes their legs go weak."

"I? Haha, earn money all over the world, support my brothers; when they need money, I just say the word and send it from ten thousand li away."

"I? I don't have any grand ambitions." Han Wen Jun scratched his head, a little embarrassed, mainly because his companions' ambitions were too lofty, which in turn made him seem ordinary.

"Then what is your ambition?" Madam Zhuang, on the contrary, became a bit curious.

Han Wen Jun gave a hehe laugh: "I want to farm, study how to generate income, study how to grow more grain so that all Da Ning people can fill their stomachs, and the border soldiers can eat their fill and fight."

"Let there be no starving corpses on the roads; let when one side is in trouble, all sides give aid, so we never reach desperation over food."

The young boy gave a light chuckle: "I'm timid, I fear death, so I can only do these trifling things; perhaps I can't manage them, but…"

"I will strive to do it; after all, our Da Ning will one day look forward to the day when it can be done."

"Even if that person isn't me, it will be someone else."

……

Han Wen Jun's words fell, and the entire room fell silent, not even a sparrow's chirp.

"Good!"

At that moment, two elders and a youth, three men, walked in from outside.

The faces of the three men were all filled with an excited expression as they looked at the twelve people; their expressions were excited.

"You're all great." Elder Master Zhuang shouted loudly, with an excitement he had never felt before; the formerly steady old man was now not steady at all.

Second Master Zhuang laughed heartily, finding Zhang Cunwen more pleasing to the eye; how could this brat not be a member of the Zhuang Clan?

Forget it!

Just like the Zhuang Clan people!

"Feng Che pays his respects to the Regent's Consort."

The man lifted his robe, then directly knelt on one knee on the ground, his expression one of looking upward.

They had been listening outside for a long time; when Jiang Yunchu spoke of the child's wound, they were already there.

Elder Master Zhuang stopped them, not allowing them to make a sound, nor letting them enter the house.

But what did he hear?

He heard the lofty words of the youths, but were they really just bragging?

No!

Do their wounds not represent their determination?