When he was a child, the eldest son of the old Fan family once gave him a bloody nose. His mother went to the Fan household by herself and took on more than a dozen of them single-handedly. She left them all sprawled on the ground, wailing in pain. From that day on, no one in the village dared to provoke the Geng family. His mother never had another reason to resort to violence, and he gradually forgot all about it. In truth, when he was five or six, his mother had tried to teach him and his older brother kung fu, but they were too playful and unwilling to endure the stance training, which required standing in position for an entire morning. He had tried it twice before flatly refusing to continue. His brother had tried it once and never did it again. Neither of them had any talent for martial arts. Now, he somewhat regretted not training properly with his mother when he was young, instead forcing her to protect him now that he was a grown man.
Geng Dalin pulled the handcart to the side and sat down beside it, holding his youngest son. Sun Chunfeng pulled their two daughters over to sit next to her husband. Geng Xiaowu and Geng Xiaoyu sat down beside their grandmother.
Yuanchun looked back; seeing no one coming from behind and that the people in front had walked quite a distance away, she began rummaging through the handcart. She pulled out a palm-sized leather waterskin. She opened the cap, took several large gulps herself, and then handed it to Geng Dalin.
Chapter 700