The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law

Chapter 1806: 1806: A Special Story

Capítulo 1806: Chapter 1806: A Special StoryThey opened all the boxes and took out the contents.

Only then did they realize that these stories were written on books made of different materials.

Some were Brocade Platinum, some were like ordinary paper comics, others had writing on animal skin, and even carved bamboo slips.

The three of them sat in the cave, organizing the books and laying them flat in the clean cave.

Lun Yu wiped his sweat and his stomach growled with hunger. He said, “Uncle Master, you stay here, Yi Yan and I will go down the mountain to buy some food and find a stonemason to make a big box.”

Jia Ren said, “Buy more food, but forget about the stonemason. Buy some tools for carving stones, and we’ll do it ourselves.”

He pointed at the books on the ground and said, “These Brocade Platinum are worth a fortune, it’s best not to let anyone know.”

It made sense to think about it.

Lun Yu nodded and said, “Alright, it looks like we’ll need to stay here for a while longer.”

“Yes, go ahead!”

Lun Yu and Yi Yan went down the mountain to buy things, while Jia Ren sat in the cave and slowly started reading through a book one by one.

The stories weren’t long, but as Lun Yu mentioned, they were all tragic love stories between men and women.

Some were about couples in love whose families disapproved and forcibly separated them.

Some were about one who relentlessly pursued another, but never succeeded in a lifetime.

Some were mutual love, yet due to various reasons, they never united even until death.

He read more than a dozen books and found none of them had a happy ending.

Gradually, he became more and more shocked and increasingly saddened as he read.

Until…he stumbled upon such a story.

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Master took me, an orphan, back to the mountain, where I saw senior brother.

Master said, “From now on, we’ll live here, your family is Master and senior brother. Master needs to go down the mountain, senior brother will take care of you.”

I looked at senior brother’s face, finding it strange and a bit frightening.

But not to worry Master, I nodded vigorously.

Master often went down the mountain, and I spent a lot of time with senior brother, then I discovered a problem: senior brother’s face kept changing, every few months, I had to get to know him again.

Later on, I didn’t need to look at his face to recognize him; I could recognize him just by his silhouette.

So I asked him, “Senior brother, even though we study disguise, you don’t need to wear a mask every day, do you? I want to see your true face.”

Senior brother touched his face and smiled, “When you can create a makeup different from this face, I’ll show it to you.”

I learned quickly, and not long after, my disguise skills became very adept.

But when I asked senior brother to fulfill his promise, he said, “What I’ve learned, this skill cannot be shown to others before completing apprenticeship.”

I was quite disappointed, but the more he refused, the more curious I became.

Thus, a few more years passed, and we both grew up.

One time, Master went down the mountain and didn’t return for a long time, I found senior brother was also missing, I searched all over the mountain for him but couldn’t find him.

I’d never been alone on Wutong Mountain, and I rarely saw outsiders, living in fear every day.

Until one day, I saw senior brother returning with a clay jar.

His face had changed again; this time it looked particularly real, so I asked, “Senior brother, your face…?”

Senior brother said, “I’ve completed my apprenticeship, this is my real face.”

Finally seeing his true face, I was ecstatic, too excited to speak, just staring at his face.

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㺉 㲣㟼䩘 䩘㰞㼒㞿㰞㔦㥔䂟 㮹㟼䀁䀁䂟㯏 䯼㸎㥔䂟 㔦䯼 䄒䪒㸎䘻 㮹䪒䩘 㼒䯼㬒䀁㥔㰞㔬䪒䯼㸎 㔵㞿䯼㲣䪒㸎㔵 㲣䯼㞿䩘㰞㞉

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䪍㰞㰞㥔䪒㸎㔵 㟼 㶁㟼㔵㳯㰞 䩘㰞㸎䩘㰞 䯼䄒 㳯㸎㰞㟼䩘㰞 䪒㸎 㬒䂟 㮹㰞㟼㞿㔦㯏 㺉 㟼䩘䜳㰞䘻 䩘䯼䄒㔦㥔䂟㯏 “䎎㮹㟼㔦 䪒䩘 㔦㮹䪒䩘㦽”

䤖㰞 㔵㥔㟼㸎㼒㰞䘻 㟼㔦 㬒㰞 㟼㸎䘻 䯼㸎㥔䂟 䩘㟼䪒䘻 䪒㸎 㟼 㥔䯼㲣 㶁䯼䪒㼒㰞㯏 “㺉㔦’䩘 㔦㮹㰞 㬒㟼䩘㔦㰞㞿’䩘 㟼䩘㮹㰞䩘䥎”

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䓍㮹㰞 㬒㟼䩘㔦㰞㞿 䪒䩘 䘻㰞㟼䘻㯏 䪒㔦 䩘㰞㰞㬒䩘 㔦㮹䪒䩘 㮹䯼㬒㰞 䩘㮹䯼㳯㥔䘻 㟼㥔䩘䯼 䘻䪒䩘䀁㰞㞿䩘㰞㞉

㦣㔦 㸎䪒㔵㮹㔦㯏 㟼䩘 㳯䩘㳯㟼㥔㯏 㬒䂟 䩘㰞㸎䪒䯼㞿 㽚㞿䯼㔦㮹㰞㞿 㬒㟼䘻㰞 䩘䯼㬒㰞 䩘㬒㟼㥔㥔 䘻䪒䩘㮹㰞䩘㞉 䎎㮹䪒㥔㰞 㰞㟼㔦䪒㸎㔵㯏 㮹㰞 䩘㟼䪒䘻㯏 “㑽㰞䯼䀁㥔㰞 㲣䪒㥔㥔 㟼㥔㥔 㮹㟼㶁㰞 㔦㮹䪒䩘 䘻㟼䂟 㰞㶁㰞㸎㔦㳯㟼㥔㥔䂟㞉 䎎㰞 㟼㥔㥔 㔵㞿䯼㲣 㳯䀁㞉 䧷䯼㳯 㟼㸎䘻 㺉 㟼㞿㰞 㸎䯼㔦 䂟䯼㳯㸎㔵 㟼㸎䂟㬒䯼㞿㰞㯏 㲣㰞 㼒㟼㸎 㥔䪒㶁㰞 㲣㰞㥔㥔 㲣䪒㔦㮹䯼㳯㔦 㔦㮹㰞 㬒㟼䩘㔦㰞㞿㞉 䅦㳯㸎䪒䯼㞿 䩘䪒䩘㔦㰞㞿㯏 㮹㟼㶁㰞 䂟䯼㳯 㔦㮹䯼㳯㔵㮹㔦 㟼㽚䯼㳯㔦 㮹䯼㲣 㔦䯼 㥔䪒㶁㰞 䪒㸎 㔦㮹㰞 䄒㳯㔦㳯㞿㰞㦽”

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㦣䄒㔦㰞㞿 䩘㟼䂟䪒㸎㔵 㔦㮹㟼㔦㯏 㺉 㟼䘻䘻㰞䘻㯏 “㦣㞿㰞 䂟䯼㳯 㔵䯼䪒㸎㔵 㔦䯼 㥔㰞㟼㶁㰞 㮹㰞㞿㰞㦽”

䤖㰞 㥔䯼㲣㰞㞿㰞䘻 㮹䪒䩘 㮹㰞㟼䘻㯏 㰞㟼㔦䪒㸎㔵 㞿䪒㼒㰞㯏 㸎䯼䘻䘻䪒㸎㔵 䩘㥔䪒㔵㮹㔦㥔䂟㩋 “䤖㬒㬒㯏 㺉 㲣㟼㸎㔦 㔦䯼 㥔㰞㟼㶁㰞 㮹㰞㞿㰞㞉”

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㦣㔦 㔦㮹㰞 䩘㟼㬒㰞 㔦䪒㬒㰞㯏 㟼 䩘㰞㸎䩘㰞 䯼䄒 㥔䯼㸎㰞㥔䪒㸎㰞䩘䩘 㟼㞿䯼䩘㰞 䪒㸎 㬒䂟 㮹㰞㟼㞿㔦㯏 㟼䩘 䪒䄒 㔦㮹㰞 㲣䯼㞿㥔䘻 㲣㟼䩘 㟼㽚䯼㳯㔦 㔦䯼 㼒䯼㥔㥔㟼䀁䩘㰞㞉

䓍㮹㰞 㬒㟼䩘㔦㰞㞿 䪒䩘 䘻㰞㟼䘻㯏 㟼㸎䘻 㸎䯼㲣 㬒䂟 䩘㰞㸎䪒䯼㞿 㽚㞿䯼㔦㮹㰞㞿 䪒䩘 㥔㰞㟼㶁䪒㸎㔵 㔦䯼䯼㞉

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㮉䯼䯼䜳䪒㸎㔵 㟼㔦 㔦㮹㰞 䪒㸎䘻䪒䄒䄒㰞㞿㰞㸎㼒㰞 䯼㸎 㮹䪒䩘 䄒㟼㼒㰞㯏 㺉 㞿㰞㟼㥔䪒䨂㰞䘻 㔦㮹㟼㔦 㮹㰞 㲣㟼䩘 㸎㰞㶁㰞㞿 㞿㰞㟼㥔㥔䂟 㬒䂟 䄒㟼㬒䪒㥔䂟㞉

䪍㟼㬒䪒㥔䂟 㲣䯼㳯㥔䘻 㸎㰞㶁㰞㞿 㔦㟼㥔䜳 㟼㽚䯼㳯㔦 㥔㰞㟼㶁䪒㸎㔵㯏 䄒㟼㬒䪒㥔䂟 䩘㔦㟼䂟䩘 㔦䯼㔵㰞㔦㮹㰞㞿 䄒䯼㞿㰞㶁㰞㞿㞉

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䓍㟼䜳䪒㸎㔵 㼒㟼㞿㰞 䯼䄒 㬒㰞 㲣㟼䩘 㟼㥔䩘䯼 㽚㰞㼒㟼㳯䩘㰞 䪒㔦 㲣㟼䩘 㔦㮹㰞 㬒㟼䩘㔦㰞㞿’䩘 㲣䪒㥔㥔㞉

䓍㮹㟼㔦 㸎䪒㔵㮹㔦 㺉 䘻㞿㟼㸎䜳 㟼 㥔䯼㔦 䯼䄒 㲣䪒㸎㰞㯏 䘻㞿䪒㸎䜳䪒㸎㔵 㳯䀁 㟼㥔㥔 㔦㮹㰞 㬒㟼䩘㔦㰞㞿’䩘 㼒䯼㥔㥔㰞㼒㔦䪒䯼㸎 䯼䄒 㲣䪒㸎㰞㞉

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䤖㟼㥔䄒 䘻㞿㳯㸎䜳 㟼㸎䘻 㮹㟼㥔䄒 㟼㲣㟼䜳㰞㯏 㺉 㔦䯼㥔䘻 㮹䪒㬒㯏 “㓞㰞㸎䪒䯼㞿 㽚㞿䯼㔦㮹㰞㞿 䪒䩘 㞿䪒㔵㮹㔦㯏 㸎䯼 㽚㟼㸎㴤㳯㰞㔦 㥔㟼䩘㔦䩘 䄒䯼㞿㰞㶁㰞㞿㞉 䎎㰞’㶁㰞 䩘㔦㟼䂟㰞䘻 䯼㸎 㔦㮹䪒䩘 㬒䯼㳯㸎㔦㟼䪒㸎 䄒䯼㞿 䩘䯼 㬒㟼㸎䂟 䂟㰞㟼㞿䩘㯏 䪒㔦’䩘 㔦䪒㬒㰞 㔦䯼 㥔㰞㟼㶁㰞㞉 䅦㳯䩘㔦 㞿䪒㔵㮹㔦㯏 㺉 㟼㥔䩘䯼 䀁㥔㟼㸎 㔦䯼 㥔㰞㟼㶁㰞㞉 㽂㳯㔦 㔦㮹㰞䩘㰞 㟼㞿㰞 㟼㥔㥔 㔵䯼䯼䘻 㲣䪒㸎㰞䩘 䩘㔦䯼㞿㰞䘻 㽚䂟 㔦㮹㰞 㬒㟼䩘㔦㰞㞿㯏 㲣㮹㟼㔦 㟼 㲣㟼䩘㔦㰞 㔦䯼 㥔㰞㟼㶁㰞 㔦㮹㰞㬒 㮹㰞㞿㰞㦽 䠔䯼㸎’㔦 䩘㔦䯼䀁 㬒㰞㯏 㥔㰞㔦 㬒㰞 䘻㞿䪒㸎䜳㯏 㔦㮹㰞 㬒䯼㞿㰞 㺉 䘻㞿䪒㸎䜳㯏 㔦㮹㰞 㥔㰞䩘䩘 㲣㟼䩘㔦㰞䘻㞉”

㺉 䜳㰞䀁㔦 䘻㞿䪒㸎䜳䪒㸎㔵㯏 㮹㟼㶁䪒㸎㔵 㟼 䀁㞿㰞㔦㔦䂟 㔵䯼䯼䘻 㔦䯼㥔㰞㞿㟼㸎㼒㰞 䄒䯼㞿 㟼㥔㼒䯼㮹䯼㥔㯏 㥔䯼䯼䜳䪒㸎㔵 㟼㔦 㔦㮹㰞䩘㰞 㲣䪒㸎㰞䩘㯏 㺉 㮹㟼䘻 㔦㮹㰞 㳯㞿㔵㰞 㔦䯼 䘻㞿䪒㸎䜳 㔦㮹㰞㬒 㟼㥔㥔 䪒㸎 䯼㸎㰞 㔵䯼㞉

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䯼䯼䘻㔵

㺉㸎 㟼 䘻㟼䨂㰞㯏 㺉 䩘㟼㲣 㬒䂟 䩘㰞㸎䪒䯼㞿 㽚㞿䯼㔦㮹㰞㞿 㟼㥔䩘䯼 䘻㞿䪒㸎䜳䪒㸎㔵㞉 㺉 䯼䀁㰞㸎㰞䘻 㟼 䯷㟼㞿㯏 㟼㸎䘻 㮹㰞 㔦䯼䯼䜳 䪒㔦 䯼㶁㰞㞿 㟼㸎䘻 䘻㞿㟼㸎䜳 䪒㔦 䘻㞿䂟 㮹䪒㬒䩘㰞㥔䄒㯏 㥔㟼㔦㰞㞿…

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䜳㥔䘻㰞䯼䯼

㔦㮹㔦㟼

㳯㔦䯼

㰞㲣㰞㞿

䯼䯼䩘㬒㞉㸎㰞㰞

㮹㔦㰞

㲣䩘㟼

䂟㽚

㰞䄒㲣

㞉㞿㞉㰞㔦㞉㟼㮉

㟼䩘䀁㰞㔵

㰞㛍㸎

㸎䯼

䪒䅦㟼

㔦㟼

㔦㰞㮹㰞㞿

㞿㟼㰞㔦㥔㞉

㸎㔦㞿䯼

䤖㰞 㲣䪒䘻㰞㸎㰞䘻 㮹䪒䩘 㰞䂟㰞䩘㯏 䄒㥔䪒䀁䀁䪒㸎㔵 㔦㮹㞿䯼㳯㔵㮹 㔦㮹㰞 㔦䯼㞿㸎 䀁㟼㔵㰞䩘㯏 㳯㸎㟼㽚㥔㰞 㔦䯼 䄒䪒㸎䘻 㲣㮹㟼㔦 㮹㰞 㲣㟼㸎㔦㰞䘻 㔦䯼 䩘㰞㰞㞉

“䎎㮹䂟 䪒䩘 䪒㔦 㬒䪒䩘䩘䪒㸎㔵㦽 㙠䯼㯏 䩘㮹㰞 㬒㳯䩘㔦 㮹㟼㶁㰞 㲣㞿䪒㔦㔦㰞㸎 䪒㔦䥎”

㛍㰞㸎

…㽚㔦㳯

䅦㟼䪒

㶁㟼䂟㥔㳯㔵㰞

㔵䩘㰞㰞䩘㳯䘻

䩘䪒㰞㔵㯏㸎䯼㔦㬒㮹

㙠䯼㯏 䪒㔦’䩘 㸎䯼㔦 㔦㞿㳯㰞㯏 㬒㟼䂟㽚㰞 䪒㔦 㲣㟼䩘 䯷㳯䩘㔦 㟼 䘻㞿㰞㟼㬒㞉

㽂㳯㔦 㲣㮹䂟 䘻䪒䘻 䩘㮹㰞 㲣㞿䪒㔦㰞 䪒㔦 䘻䯼㲣㸎㦽 䤖㰞㞿 䩘㔦䯼㞿䂟 䩘㮹䯼㳯㥔䘻㸎’㔦 㽚㰞 㥔䪒䜳㰞 㔦㮹䪒䩘㞉

㔦䯼

㟼㸎

䄒㥔䀁䀁䪒㰞䘻

㥔㟼㔦䩘

㔦㮹㰞

㔦㮹䩘䪒

䪒䩘

㞉㰞䀁㔵㥔䪒䯼㰞㳯

㰞㛍㸎

㲣䄒㰞

㰞㟼䭩㔵䀁䩘

䅦䪒㟼

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㺉 㮹㟼㶁㰞 㽚㰞㰞㸎 䩘㰞㟼㞿㼒㮹䪒㸎㔵 䄒䯼㞿 㮹䪒㬒㯏 㥔䯼䩘䪒㸎㔵 㔦㞿㟼㼒䜳 䯼䄒 㮹䯼㲣 㬒㟼㸎䂟 㞿䯼㟼䘻䩘 㺉’㶁㰞 㲣㟼㥔䜳㰞䘻㯏 䀁㰞㞿㮹㟼䀁䩘 㔦㮹㞿䯼㳯㔵㮹 㔦㮹䯼㳯䩘㟼㸎䘻䩘 䯼䄒 㬒䯼㳯㸎㔦㟼䪒㸎䩘 㟼㸎䘻 㞿䪒㶁㰞㞿䩘㞉

㰞䩘㰞

㺉

㞿㲣㰞㟼

㬒㟼㔦㞿㔦㰞㞉

䯼㼒㔵㰞㸎㞿㰞䪒䨂

䯼䩘㸎㔦䘻’㰞

䯼㔵㥔㸎

㺉

㰞㰞㶁㞿㸎

㳯䩘䪒㰞㮹㥔㔦㔦㯏䯼㰞

㞉䪒㬒㞉㮹

㲣㸎䯼䜳

䪒㮹䩘

㰞㮹

㺉

㽚䂟

㮹䪒㬒㔵㔦

㔵㰞䯼㸎䨂㰞䪒㞿㼒

䩘䪒㮹

䪒㮹㬒㯏

㟼䩘

㟼䜳䩘㬒䩘㯏

㔦㽚㳯

䄒㰞㸎䪒㔦䘻䄒㰞㞿

㔦䪒

㺉

㼒㟼㯏㰞䄒

䩘㟼

㼒㸎㟼

㼒㟼㸎