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Chapter 1215: Chapter 2 Isn’t It Just a Breach of Engagement Trend? Who Can’t Do That? (Vote for Monthly Pass)_2 Chapter 1215: Chapter 2 Isn’t It Just a Breach of Engagement Trend? Who Can’t Do That? (Vote for Monthly Pass)_2 “Yes, great grandfather.” Wang Anxin responded and paused before he glanced again at Wang Ningxi, who was still moaning in pain, and said, “Great grandfather, is there really no way to solve Ningxi’s problem?”

“I have written to Master Jiang for advice on this matter, and Master Jiang has already replied recently, stating that ancient records in Sacred Land mention similar symptoms,” Wang Shouzhe said. “Coincidentally, I have some other matters to attend to in the Sacred Land, so I’ll take Ningxi along to meet Master Jiang.”

“Thank you, great grandfather,” Wang Anxin said gratefully, “You’ve taken trouble for Ningxi’s issue.”

“Old Ancestor, the ancient records also mention my symptoms? Doesn’t that mean there’s still hope for me?” Wang Ningxi also jumped up from the stone bench, ignoring the burning pain in his buttocks as he spoke.

According to family hierarchy, Wang Shouzhe was Wang Ningxi’s great-great-grandfather. But in Da Qian customs, it was formal to call the great-great-grandfather the Old Ancestor, and above great grandfather, everyone referred to him directly as the Old Ancestor.

“That’s not necessarily the case,” Wang Shouzhe said. “After all, even your little immortal and I haven’t cured you, who knows if yours might be an incurable disease.”

Wang Ningxi’s face darkened. Great grandfather, could you please be a bit more considerate of a patient’s fragile heart when you speak? Don’t be so forthright… I, Ningxi, am still your great-great-grandson.

“If you’re still angry, should I get another beating?” Wang Anxin tentatively said.

“Forget it, forget it,” Wang Shouzhe waved his hand and said, “What I mean is, Anxin, you should have more children while you’re still young. You can’t be like your seventh brother, who’s been married for so many years, and Yiluo and Xue Ning have only had one child each. You young people are too fond of playing.”

“Great grandfather, it’s hard to have children when your cultivation base is too high…” Wang Anxin said with a blush and a sense of helplessness, “The chances are too low.”

“If the chances are low, you just have to try harder,” Wang Shouzhe said earnestly. “Have more children. Even if there’s an issue like Ningxi’s, you’ll still have other hopes, right? If he breaks off his engagement, we can still postpone the bride-to-be to the next in line, can’t we?”

Wang Ningxi looked utterly distraught. I’m still here, Old Ancestor, could you please consider the feelings of the patient?

“Great grandfather, Anxin understands,” Wang Anxin said, knowing that the great grandfather was still angry. Without another word, he grabbed Wang Ningxi and started another fierce beating – with the great grandfather present, he couldn’t be beaten to death!

Indeed, the great grandfather had always been used to the scarcity of family members since his childhood. In his lifetime, what he valued the most was the men of the family taking wives and siring children – issues associated with family continuation. Whoever dared to defy him in this regard, or acted against his wishes, would certainly not end well. Wang Ningxi had really hit a sore spot.

After this brutal beating, Wang Ningxi was almost paralyzed, lying on the stone bench, panting heavily.

“Ningxi,” Wang Shouzhe spoke in a calm and lighthearted manner, “You should implement those invention blueprints into real objects soon. Once you’ve made it one day, I will take you to visit Master Jiang in Sacred Land.”

“Ah… Old Ancestor, you…” Wang Ningxi cried out in pain again, and tears once again streamed from his dry eyes. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn’t have mentioned the blueprints to the Old Ancestor.

Seeing his great-great-grandson’s deeply emotional and agitated state, Wang Shouzhe showed a content and satisfied smile. After such earnest and well-meaning criticism and instruction, Ningxi would surely abandon his self-pitying and finicky ways.

As an Old Ancestor, of course, what he hoped most was to see his children grow up healthy in body and mind.

…

Time flew by.

After a round of “treatment,” Wang Ningxi, still nursing his “unhealed behind,” once again arrived at Xinping Town under the protection of Wang Shouwei.

Xinping Town, by the river, consists mainly of rugged mountainous terrain, with plains, small hills, and abundant rivers and lakes on the inside. Although there are many farmlands developed, their extent is much less compared to New Peace Town.

However, with the convenience of proximity to the river and rich hydraulic resources, it is especially suitable for establishing industrial production bases after excavating large ports.

Not far from Xinping Port.

Near the river and the mountains, there lies a large industrial factory complex.

Above one of the factories, a sign reads, “Wang Clan’s Artifact Refining Headquarters Household Metal Utensils Factory.”

The Household Metal Utensils Factory sounds impressive, but it’s actually dedicated to producing pots, pans, ladles, sickles, hoes, and other domestic tools.

Originally, this main factory was located within the Wang family’s Refining Artifact Headquarters next to the main Wang residence, but later it relocated here following the industrial transfer trend with the development of Xinping Town.

Wang Ningxi, with his Identity Token, entered the factory area after a security check and headed straight for the Store Manager’s office.

In the elegantly decorated office of the Store Manager, a beautiful woman appeared to be in her thirties, dressed in sharp and spirited attire, was discussing business with the big store manager from a merchant’s guild in Tianfu County.

“Store Manager Jiang, a single refined iron pot produced by our Wang family weighs up to ten pounds just in materials,” she said confidently and assertively, “just the price of the refined iron material exceeds one Qian Gold. For the order of two hundred thousand iron pots, we are asking you for three hundred thousand Qian Gold, and that’s already giving face to Master Jiang.”

The merchant guild was run by the Tianfu Jiang Family and was, in reality, very distant from Master Jiang. However, wherever they went to do business, they would always evoke the name of Master Jiang.

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