"Dad, just forget about me. Going to the hardware factory is fine. Our family’s relationships should be used for Victory and his brother."

"They are the key. Our family will rely on them and the three brothers, including Xiao Hui, in the future. There’s no need to spend energy on me. The more favors you use, the less they mean."

"Besides, going far away is good too. Our family doesn’t have much but we’re not lacking either, with you and my father-in-law around, I won’t be bothered by anyone outside. The child’s mother can also work harder to save more money for Brother Li Sheng."

"Our generation is relying on my eldest brother. Please don’t embarrass him; he has it tough. It’s because I, as a younger brother, am incompetent and can’t help him."

"Rest assured, as soon as there’s a holiday, the child’s mother and I will come to keep you company. I really can’t burden you any more. I don’t want you to worry about this useless son at your age."

In the living room, hearing his youngest son speak like this, Mr. Lin was deeply moved. Among all the children, only he was thoughtful, no wonder the old wife was biased.

At this moment he even thought how great it would be if the positions of the two sons were swapped.

The hardest thing to satisfy in this world is the human heart.

This old soldier who walked through the grassy fields without taking a needle or thread from the common folk forgot that many of his old subordinates had laid down their guns and taken up hoes.

Even his old comrades who once fought side by side with him, their descendants are now guarding the borders. He even forgot about those heroic souls buried in the ground. What about their descendants?

"A general’s success comes at the cost of thousands of bones." Just as Zhou Xiaozheng said, when one stands at a height, they often forget to look back at the bloody path they have walked.

In Beijing, father-son affinity dramas are played daily. Besides the Lin Family, the Liang Family, which is entangled with the Zhou Family at this moment, is also gathered in the study room.

The Liang Family is indeed a legend.

Having endured hundreds of years, its family heritage is not inferior to the Zhou Family’s famed name in the past, especially during the Ming Country period when warlords rose all over, they thrived naturally, adapting like a fish to water.

When blood flowed from the Zhou Family’s rented residence, and the blazing fire lit up half the sky, that moment marked the Liang Family’s flourishing period.

Allegedly, the first-generation "foreign supervisor" began with them. Of course, their descendants would never admit it, as these legends faded silently with history.

Unlike the Zhou Family, who rose through civil examinations, the Liang Family’s ancestors gained prominence when a beautiful aunt entered the palace. In ancient family customs, having a favored concubine or empress was indeed like sudden prosperity for all.

From then on, the daughters of the Liang Family were exceptionally cherished, mastering musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Such education ensured that even if no more empresses appeared later, the daughters raised were often wedded to high-status families, producing many generations of family alliances.

Relying on these connections, they endured turbulent times, survived regime changes, and at the critical moment before liberation, the Liang Family, blessed countless times by fate, again avoided disaster thanks to their aunt.

This aunt could rightly be called Beauty Liang, not only due to the Liang Family’s good looks, but also her passionate, liberated mindset as a modern woman.

No matter how one shouted that women held up half the sky, she still displaced the first wife, successfully becoming the petite wife of the man twenty years her senior.

At this moment she sat upright in the study, dressed in sharp cadres’ attire. Her jet-black soft curls, snow-white oval face, and narrow brows beneath which shone a pair of calm and bright eyes.

Her face, over forty years of age, showed no wrinkles, as if time had left no trace on her. Compared to young women, she showed even more reserved elegance, exuding calm composure.

Beauty Liang once again reassured her elder brother, having sent someone to contact nephew Liang Jiajun locally. He was treated equally with other members, participating in production, but wasn’t wronged privately.

Her words were trusted by Liang the Elder, purely because his son was her favorite, and she had no need to speak falsely.

Mr. Liang nodded slightly, "Don’t worry about your elder brother being discontent. I had previously thought about letting this child practice outside, this is also an opportunity."

Liang the Elder also nodded hastily. At this point, how could he dare complain? Rural area it was, endure for one or two years and then think of ways to bring him back when the Zhou Family’s anger subsides.

Well, that’s rather naive! Thinking that holding grudges, narrow-minded Zhou Jiao would easily ignore, when does your son get to return to the city? They’re just leaving it to fate, disinterested in playing games with you.

"Shengnan, what’s so important for you to come this time?" Mr. Liang paused, "The Zhou Family is on guard, it’s no longer suitable to move."

Beauty Liang, that is Liang Shengnan.

This name she changed wilfully in her youth, showing her arrogance. Yet despite her self-belief being good, after stern criticism from her husband, she understood relying on men was still essential, realizing that the Zhou Family was not her match for a short term, otherwise her efforts over so many years would be wasted.

At this moment, hearing her father’s words, Liang Shengnan deliberately avoided the taboo of the Zhou Family, quietly asking about Liang the Third’s work after reassignment.

Beside her, Mr. Liang lowered his eyelids, aware the confrontation with the Zhou Family was lost completely this time. It seemed relationships had to be maintained continually.

"... After going in these months, though it seems like everyone gets along well, yet they haven’t given me real power. I’m still just writing reports."

Beauty Liang paused silently, "Third Brother, just wait a little longer, it’s almost time."

Liang the Third was somewhat displeased, hesitated, then finally advised, "Little Sister, without proper status, some matters you should not meddle too much."

Without waiting for Beauty Liang’s response, Mr. Liang sternly reprimanded, "What do you understand? Without Shengnan, where’s the current Liang Family? You think she’s doing all this for herself?"

Liang the Third lowered his head, sighed quietly to himself. He shouldn’t have spoken!

"Papa..." Beauty Liang stretched her voice, glancing at Liang the Third again, "Third Brother, how hard is it to get a legitimate opportunity? I’ve waited too long, I don’t want to wait anymore."

Liang the Third, upon hearing, gazed mysteriously at the ground’s blue bricks. So many neatly arranged bricks, if one stuck out, his father would either press them down well or replace them.

Everyone understood this principle, but why do all these people here get carried away? He wanted to remind, with so many commander’s wives, you’re hardly the best choice to stick your neck out.

But ultimately, he said no more.

Even she herself said she didn’t want to wait, what necessity was there for this half-sibling brother to annoy her?

Liang the Third quietly listened to the conversation between Liang Shengnan and his father and siblings, suppressing an ever-growing ominous premonition inside, contemplating whether it was time to plan a future path for his several children.

Living for several decades, he had never been as clear-headed as he was at this moment. While the Liang Family received shelter from this younger sister Liang Shengnan, weren’t they also the first barrier when outsiders strike back?