System’s Philosophies of Life (2)

Her little nose and eyes were red from crying, looking very miserable.

Jiang Xing immediately stepped forward, walking quickly unlike someone who had just come home from the hospital after being stabbed with a knife.

“Xiaoman, why are you crying? Who bullied you?”

Jiang Xing bent over and wanted to pick her up, but as soon as he moved he clutched his stomach with an ‘aiyo’ and gave up.

“Uncle will stand up for you and beat him!”

“Do you still dare!” Jiang Xiumei rushed forward, and since there was no prohibition against hitting a patient, she smacked his head. “No more fights in the future! Live an honest and obedient life for me!”

Jiang Xing chose to shut up.

“I, I…” Jiang Xiaoman hugged her uncle’s leg and mumbled. “I miss you so much.” Actually, in her heart she was crying over the points that she did not even have time to look at. Right now, she could empathize with how Zhou Haiyang felt.

She couldn’t talk about debts or beatings.

Jiang Xiumei returned home with her baby in one arm and a small chair in the other.

She hadn’t been home for nearly ten days. She thought that the house would already be in a mess, but when she opened the door she found that the house was clean and tidy.

There was no dust on the table and the bed was neat and tidy.

“Oh.” Jiang Xiumei was happy. “My dearest is so sensible. Unlike some people, already living half their life but still not as sensible as a child.”

These were undoubtedly Jiang Xiaoman’s doing.

Jiang Xing also knew that the incident this time was too serious, and even he himself was still traumatized. He didn’t dare to talk back at all, just smiling and laughing, “That’s right, our Xiaoman will definitely have a promising future! Look how bright the table she cleaned is!”

Jiang Xiaoman pursed her mouth and smiled due to the praise.

After a small pause, she asked him in a low voice. “Uncle, what is a broom star?

When Jiang Xing heard this, his face suddenly turned serious. He took Jiang Xiaoman’s small chair and sat down, almost collapsing due to his adult body. After he was able to stabilize himself, he asked her, “Where did you hear that?”

“Zhou Haiyang said it,” Jiang Xiaoman pursed her mouth. “He scolded me, but I’ve paid him back.”

There were still traces of satisfaction in her eyes. Her mind quickly worked and she whispered quietly to Jiang Xing’s ears. “You can’t tell Grandma. She’ll hit me.”

Jiang Xing mimicked her and whispered, “Understood!”

“Then, what is a broom star?” Jiang Xiaoman was really curious now.

Jiang Xing asked her instead, “Xiaoman, when you swept the house, did you use a broom?”

“Yes.”

“Did the broom sweep the dirt out of the house?”

“Yes.”

“The broom star is an immortal² in the heavens who specializes in sweeping the floor. All the floor it swept becomes bright and clean, just like the house that you swept.” Said Jiang Xing. “Zhou Haiyang was praising you. A Broom star is a lucky star. It symbolizes rebirth, out with the old and in with the new. Isn’t it amazing?”

Jiang Xiaoman clapped her hands and smiled happily. “So he was calling me an immortal!”

“That’s right.”

“Then, I’ll have to look for him tomorrow and apologize.”

“…that won’t be necessary.”

Jiang Xiaoman originally considered asking what money-losing goods meant, but she was a clever child who could inter things from what she had learned.

The broom star was an immortal, so money-losing goods definitely did not refer to goods, but humans.

Someone who gives money to others, wasn’t that the Child of Wealth³?

Oh my god, Zhou Haiyang really thought highly of her! Even grandma only called her a cute lucky doll at most, she still hadn’t called her an immortal.

Jiang Xiaoman clenched her fists full of ambition and said, “Uncle, I will definitely work hard to make money in the future, and become a very wealthy Child of Wealth!”

Jiang Xing didn’t understand what she was thinking and simply went along. “Okay, if you’re the Child of Wealth, then I am… I am the God of Wealth. When Uncle becomes rich, Uncle will buy you three boxes of chocolates, imported ones.”

As soon as he said that, Jiang Xiumei appeared and stuffed a handful of vegetables to his arms. “Still saying God of Wealth! Quickly go wash the rice and clean the vegetables for this old lady!”

Jiang Xing was helpless, so he and Jiang Xiaoman went and squatted in front of the ditch. One big guy and one small girl, washing vegetables and preparing dinner together.

He had been in the hospital for a long time and really missed the food at home.

2. The choice of word here refers to Daoist immortals

3. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sudhana

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