Early that morning, Mother Zhao Rong cooked salted fish porridge for breakfast.
Ever since Wei Luo had become a martial artist and started earning money, the family had meat with every meal, three times a day.
Mother's once frail, skinny body had grown much healthier as well; she now looked more like the mistress of the household.
At the breakfast table, Mother brought up their former neighbors from Yellow Mud Alley.
The situation within the city was dire, and many of those neighbors were nearly unable to afford food.
Zhao Rong wanted to bring Uncle Cao and Yuanyuan into their home. One old and one young, neither had any means of making a living. They were pitiful indeed.
Wei Luo had no objections and agreed at once.
Mother rarely went out now, and being alone at home all day was stifling. With more people around, the courtyard would feel more alive.
He planned to persuade Liu Changle to buy a residence nearby as well. With their two households together, they could look after one another if anything happened.
"By the way, Luo'er, did you hear any strange noises last night?"
"Did I? Maybe it was rats. We should get a couple of cats some other day."
Wei Luo answered casually.
After breakfast, Wei Luo went into the courtyard to practice his fist techniques.
After loosening up his body a little, he walked over to the bluestone slab he had smashed the night before.
After his blood and qi broke through to Three Refinements, the extent of his improvement surprised even Wei Luo.
When he had fought those two Second Refinement martial artists last night, the two of them had felt as powerless as children.
"Only after Three Refinements can you truly grasp force and prepare for Force Training."
His mind