eurekapd Chapter 822 Actually, sometimes when children are being playful, mothers can also look after them.
Chapter 822 Actually, sometimes when children are being playful, mothers can also look after them.
"Looking for Mom" is a verb, it can also be a noun, and it's an instinct ingrained in our bones. Haven't you seen that adorable little kid who fell off their motorcycle and immediately started crying for their mom?
Although she is already middle-aged, she is a strong person who dares to travel by motorcycle alone.
"Looking for Mom" is a verb, representing the instinctive search for protection and wisdom at the source when encountering difficulties.
"Finding Mom" is also a noun, referring to the spiritual home that is deeply imprinted in the soul no matter how far one goes.
Just like Mulan, no matter how much wind and rain she has experienced outside, when faced with difficulties that she could not bear alone, her first thought is always to turn towards home and towards her motherland.
Regardless of whether the problem can be solved in the end, the unconditional support and warmth from "home" is irreplaceable by anything else.
Mulan is considered lucky; she has a clear home to return to and a mother who, though not powerful, loves her children dearly, to rely on. But scattered across the vast world are a more unique group whose feelings at this moment are far more complex and intense than Mulan's.
They are hardworking and intelligent, and can accumulate considerable wealth even in foreign lands with their own hands, yet they often suffer humiliation and find it difficult to gain the respect they deserve; they have made indelible contributions to the economic development of their regions, yet they often live cautiously and fearfully.
Their names are overseas Chinese.
For example, in that largest archipelago nation in the world.
At this moment, the sweltering, humid air seemed to freeze within the vast rubber plantation.
When the news of the "young lady's" sudden appearance spread like lightning through secret channels throughout the rainforest, an elderly Chinese plantation owner, Chen Agong, was standing on the second-floor terrace of his estate.
He faced east—the direction of his homeland that his father had mentioned countless times. His turbid tears silently slid down his deeply lined cheeks, dripping onto the dry wooden railing and leaving dark marks.
He hadn't encountered any new difficulties; these tears were the result of decades of pent-up humiliation and bewilderment being washed away by a sudden, burning pride and hope. This made Grandpa Chen subconsciously straighten his back, which was habitually bent from labor.
"Grandpa, why are you crying?" His young grandson, Amin, ran over barefoot, carrying a ripe coconut, and tugged at his clothes with concern.
Grandpa Chen wiped away his tears with his rough hands, squatted down, hugged his grandson, pointed to the distant sky, and said in a trembling voice, "Aming, Grandpa didn't cry, Grandpa is happy... From today onwards, it seems like we can stand up a little straighter."
"A straight back?" Amin blinked his big eyes in confusion. "Like that straight palm tree by the door?"
"Yes, like a palm tree, it must stand straight no matter how strong the wind and rain."
Grandpa Chen stared unfocused into the distance: "Our motherland, in a very, very far place, has done something truly remarkable. With this, no one will dare to bully her children so easily anymore."
Amin seemed to understand but not quite: "Is the motherland... China? If it's powerful, then we won't be afraid of bad guys?"
“Yes, it’s like…like a big tree. The deeper its roots grow, the stronger its trunk becomes. We, on the distant branches, can feel more shade, and even when the wind and rain come, we feel more confident.” Grandpa Chen tried his best to explain in words that the child could understand, his eyes filled with longing.
"China...is that the place Dad talked about, the place with the Great Wall and the Yellow River?" Amin's eyes were filled with longing. "Can we go back and take a look?"
"Yes, one day it will be possible..." Grandpa Chen murmured, his voice filled with unprecedented anticipation.
"Grandpa, if I go back and take a look, will I be able to see my dad? Didn't you say he went back to China to drive a big truck?"
"My dad's so mean! He's probably out here all alone, enjoying the scenery back home!"
"...Yes, he's probably enjoying the scenery. Once he sells this batch of rubber, we'll go find him!" Grandpa Chen turned away and wiped his face again...
His gaze unconsciously found a black and white photograph hanging on the wall, in which a young man in a sharp suit with slicked-back hair smiled at him...
Just then, footsteps came from the end of the path in the rubber plantation. A dark-skinned, thin local man, carrying a knife and accompanied by two henchmen, swaggered in. It was Ah Kun, the local bully.
This was his third visit; his purpose was self-evident…
The first two times he tried to drive the price of rubber down to half of the normal price, but Grandpa Chen stubbornly refused to sell.
"Old Chen, have you made up your mind?" Ah Kun leaned against a pillar in front of the house and spat. "0.05 rupees per kilogram. If you don't sell, no one will dare to buy your rubber in the future."
Old Chen was annoyed. Someone who couldn't even count tons wanted to do business with him? Pah! Who did he think he was disgusting!
The thought of the "young lady's" debut made Grandpa Chen's heart flutter. "My goodness! My country can fight 17 against 1! My son also participated in the battle of 1 against 17. How could I be inferior to my son?"
Today I'm going to fight you guys!
Grandpa Chen shielded his grandson behind him, clutching the coconut tightly in his hand, his resolve hardening more than the previous two times. At that moment, he wondered if throwing the coconut would result in a beautiful bloom of blood.
"No, this price is too low. I need to support my grandchildren and pay taxes. It's not enough."
"Not enough?" Ah Kun's eyes widened, and he drew his knife from his waist, slashing fiercely at the pillar. Amidst flying wood chips, Ah Kun spoke menacingly:
"You outsider, how dare you bargain with me? Believe me or not, I'll burn down your rubber plantation!"
"Hmph! Then you try!"
Grandpa Chen was furious, but knowing that a direct confrontation would be disadvantageous, he suppressed his anger and gave a wink to Amin behind him.
The clever Amin immediately understood, and like a nimble cat, he turned around and rushed into the house, his target the heavy old-fashioned gun cabinet in the corner.
Ah Kun downstairs seemed to have sensed something; his face twitched, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.
"What do you want to do, old man?"
He grinned maliciously, then suddenly pulled out an old, single-barreled gunpowder gun from behind him. The muzzle trembled as he pointed it directly at Grandpa Chen on the terrace.
"You old geezer! You want to use weapons? I'll send you on your way first! You're asking for it! You really think I wouldn't dare touch you? If I kill you here, you rootless old bastard, who'll stand up for you?!"
Ah Kun roared arrogantly, his finger hovering over the trigger. He didn't care about the law at all, and he was well aware of Grandpa Chen's vulnerability as an outsider. After all, there were many islands here, and the rules on each island were... different!
At this critical moment, Grandpa Chen roared and used all his strength to smash the heavy coconut in his hand downstairs!
"boom!"
The coconut whistled through the air and struck Ah Kun squarely on the head of one of his grinning lackeys! The lackey didn't even utter a sound before collapsing backward, a flower of blood blooming on his forehead, and he fell unconscious.
Almost at the same moment!
"Boom—!" Ah Kun's gunpowder gun also fired! With a muffled bang, a large spray of scorching iron shot shot out in a fan shape, hitting the wooden railing of the terrace with a crackling sound and sending splinters of wood flying!
The moment Grandpa Chen threw the coconut, he ducked low, clinging tightly to the terrace floor. Hot iron filings whistled past his head, leaving the wall behind him pockmarked. A pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air.
"grandfather!"
Amin's cries came from inside the house, followed by the clatter of the gun cabinet being pulled open.
Ah Kun looked at his henchman lying on the ground, then at Grandpa Chen getting up on the terrace, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
how……
People who used to never talk back or fight back when insulted have suddenly become tough?
However, the old man was clearly afraid of me, and he didn't smash the coconut on my head!
Ah Kun was somewhat smug.
Until I heard the old man utter a curse:
"Damn, it missed!"