The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 147

Chang'an always felt the need to store more things in Old Gu Six's space to feel at ease.

So she decided again, "Dad, after we finish planting in spring, let’s go down the mountain again and buy more things to store in the space?"

"No need to buy anything for now. We can grow food in the space. Let’s stay away from the mountains for a while."

It seemed there wasn’t much else to buy besides food, and they weren’t lacking anything.

Chang'an suddenly remembered that people outside might be looking for them, so she nodded and said, "Then let’s not go."

Winter was the most boring and coldest time. There was no internet in the space, or else she would have hidden inside to watch movies.

Maybe she should just go into Old Gu Six's space to farm?

Having something to do would make time pass faster than sitting around aimlessly.

"Dad, let’s go into your space and farm."

Old Gu Six firmly refused. The puppets in the space were already farming—why should he exhaust himself like a dog?

"Sweetheart, how about I teach you to read instead?"

Chang'an thought about the seal script characters she couldn’t recognize and figured that would work too.

However, while she picked up reading quickly, writing was another story—it nearly killed her.

Old Gu Six felt that teaching his daughter to write was worse than digging up two acres of land.

Even a dog’s scribbles were neater and prettier than hers. "Sweetheart, don’t you think this character 'Gu' is missing something?"

Chang'an examined it carefully and said earnestly, "No."

"Then where did that horizontal stroke go? Did it run away because the food was bad?"

"Or maybe the food was too good, and it got too fat to fit through the door," Chang'an muttered as she added the stroke.

"Sweetheart, how about you just learn to recognize the characters? Writing doesn’t matter," he said, afraid his already limited virtue would turn into a deficit.

Chang'an: Blame me?

You might not believe it, but in her past life, she had even gotten into university.

Thankfully, the characters weren’t seal script, or she’d have become an illiterate in the new era.

Oh well, if she couldn’t write well, she wouldn’t force it. Recognizing them was enough.

After all, she was only living here for one lifetime—not reincarnating here forever. Even if she died, it wouldn’t matter. The script would evolve.

In her next life, if she were reborn here, she wouldn’t remember this life anyway. She could just learn again from scratch.

Chang'an resumed her life of reading without writing, and Old Gu Six’s mood noticeably stabilized.

Father and daughter were harmonious and warm.

Then one day, Chang'an remembered the fish traps they had left in the sea. "Dad, do you remember our fish traps?"

Old Gu Six paused for a moment before putting away the tattered book. "Let’s go see if they’ve caught any fish or shrimp."

The two of them huffed and puffed their way to the shore, climbing onto their small fishing boat to retrieve the traps.

The traps were placed in the water at the stern, the ropes tied to the boat. Old Gu Six untied the rope and started pulling it up.

The rope was long, so it took a while to haul it in.

Inside the first trap was a tiny crab strutting around like it owned the place.

Even a mosquito’s leg is still meat—so the crab went into the space.

The second trap had a bit more luck—enough shrimp for a plate, and surprisingly, a clam.

"Dad, see if there are any pearls inside!"

"Why would a clam come to shallow waters?" Old Gu Six muttered before threatening it.

"Will you hand them over yourself, or do I have to pry you open? Think carefully—if you give them up, I’ll throw you back. Otherwise, I’ll take the pearls and leave you on the shore to dry."

Chang'an: "..."

"It can’t understand you!"

She snatched—no, retrieved—two pearls the size of thumbs from inside, naturally pink.

"Dad, don’t let it go. Raise it in your space to produce more pearls!"

Old Gu Six agreed. The pearls were beautiful—he’d grow more to make jewelry for his daughter.

One wasn’t enough, so he said, "Go, bring your friends up here."

He tossed the half-dead clam back into the sea. Chang'an thought this was unreliable.

"Dad, what if the clam escapes?"

"We’ll catch it."

Very domineering. Nice.

But here was the problem—how?

Father and daughter exchanged glances. This was serious. Old Gu Six had forgotten the clam wasn’t sentient.

"Should I dive in and chase it?"

"Won’t you freeze?" Chang'an shivered as the sea wind hit her.

"Then let’s wait until summer?"

"Fine."

Neither considered whether they’d even find the clam next summer.

They tossed the traps back into the sea and scurried home, necks tucked in from the cold.

Cold was bad enough, but the wind made it worse.

After that, they checked the traps every three days—except when it snowed, which stretched the intervals.

Their lives were leisurely and peaceful.

One noon, as Chang'an was preparing hotpot, someone knocked heavily on the valley gate.

So hard that if they’d knocked any softer, Chang'an wouldn’t have heard. The entrance was some distance from the house, but Old Gu Six, with his deep internal energy, had sharper hearing.

Chang'an’s skills were still shallow, so without the loud knocking, she wouldn’t have noticed.

Old Gu Six went down with the silver wolf to see who it was.

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At the sight of Old Gu Six, the young man froze. He hadn’t expected someone like this to live here.

The man was strikingly handsome, his coarse hemp clothes somehow giving the impression of the most noble, domineering robes in the world.

His narrow phoenix eyes tilted slightly upward, exuding an air of sharp indifference.

When his gaze lowered, it felt like he was looking down upon all living things—his eyes holding the universe, vast and boundless, with a mercy that bordered on cruelty.

A single glance from him seemed like charity. They were insignificant as dust, while he stood above the clouds, holding the heavens and commanding the cycle of life.

For a moment, the young man felt as if he were gazing upon a deity.

The silver wolf beside Old Gu Six noticed the young man paling under the invisible pressure of that stare.

"Ow-woo," it seemed to say, Take it easy. He didn’t do anything to you—don’t cripple him right off the bat.

Admittedly, Old Gu Six could be quite intimidating when serious. But since he was unserious most of the time, his unreliable image was far more ingrained.

The wolf’s low growl snapped the young man out of his daze.

Cold sweat drenched his back. He had come to discuss business with the valley’s resident, but instinct told him to drop it—unless he wanted bad luck.

"My apologies for disturbing you, sir. I came to inform you that I plan to develop a seaside town along this coast. Construction might cause some noise—I hope you won’t mind."

Old Gu Six raised a brow. This young man was sharp—shaken but still composed, standing tall like an orchid or jade tree, smiling like the bright moon.

No wonder he had the brains to think of building a seaside town here.

But—"Build whatever you want, just keep your distance. Don’t come too close."

Or the wolf will bite.

What else could the young man do but agree with a smile? He had originally planned to make use of this beach, but now that idea was completely out of the question.

Somehow, he felt that if he dared to even consider exploiting the beach, the man before him would swiftly teach him a harsh lesson.