Immortal Father
Chapter 586 - 586 206 He Attempts to Educate the Heavenly Dao_2

586: Chapter 206 He Attempts to Educate the Heavenly Dao_2 586: Chapter 206 He Attempts to Educate the Heavenly Dao_2 “When I followed the factory leaders on a research trip to the south before, I discovered there were several products in high demand.”

“If all else fails, I’ll resign from the factory, take out a loan, and set up a small factory.

We’ll make whatever they’re short of.

Can we ever lack money to spend?”

“Is that possible?”

“Why not?

In the future, we’ll produce what’s missing, not just make whatever and figure out what to do with it.

That’s called adapting to the changing times.”

Her husband spoke earnestly.

His wife asked, “But what if we lose money?”

“If we lose…

we’ll go to my uncle’s place and join the farming team!

I’ll become a poet in the sorghum fields, while you stand on the ridge and sing for me, as long as we don’t starve, we’re good.”

His wife giggled and lowered her head to eat the meat porridge.

“Or maybe I should set up a stall and make flatbreads,” his wife said.

“My flatbreads are really tasty!”

“No way, what am I, a professional, while you sell flatbreads?

Who in this neighborhood doesn’t know that in a few years I’ll be a grade eight fitter, and once my work tenure is up, I’ll be the workshop director!”

“Lots of old leaders have set up stalls, and no one says anything about it.”

“That’s different.

I’m young, and young people represent the future of the country.

We can’t hold ourselves back.

Don’t worry, I definitely won’t let our son suffer.”

Her husband rambled on, while his wife smiled peacefully.

She did not see the anxiety and unease at the bottom of her husband’s eyes.

Li Ping’an recalled carefully.

This memory…

should be from after Father received the news that the steel plant was about to close.

His wife pregnant, their iron rice bowl in peril.

Li Ping’an swiftly moved through a series of gratings.

He saw it many times, his father getting up in the middle of the night without sleep, wandering around the room; claiming to go to work during the day, but actually at the factory looking at the idle machines, chatting and worrying with a group of workers.

The gratings flickered rapidly, and the factory turned into a massive black wall which thunderously collapsed.

Yet his father just watched from afar, tears shimmering in his eyes, before turning his gaze to the waves stirred by the black wall.

He took all the savings from his grandfather and himself, mortgaged the small commodity house they had saved up to buy, and risked almost everything as if creating a miracle, setting up a production line with a few old lathes, pulling over his workshop mates.

From then on, Father began to make frequent trips to the south.

So much so that Mother later complained that while she was giving birth, Father was still fast asleep on the train.

These memories within the gratings recorded the years of Father’s struggle.

Li Ping’an quickly ‘ascended into the air’ again, looking down, realizing he had only seen a tenth of those gratings.

Was Father in the last of the gratings?

He tried to cross over from above but was blocked by a transparent wall; a revelation washed over him as he realized he was just an observer, required to watch each one in turn.

Li Ping’an sighed and continued to browse rapidly.

Starting the factory was not smooth sailing.

The stories on his father’s side were enough to make a TV drama.

Like bankruptcy crises, poor management, factory accidents, broken capital chains, betrayal by old friends, desperate counterattacks, rebirth from the ashes, developing a stomach illness from drinking at social gatherings, factory fires, environmental inspections…

Father’s figure grew fatter then thinner, and thinner then fatter, his temples slowly gained more white hair.

He went from carrying a backpack to clutching a briefcase, from lugging a large mobile phone over his shoulder to clipping a pager on his waist and driving his Santana with high spirits.

As middle age approached, Father saw off his grandparents; Grandfather’s wailing cry at the time of his death perhaps released half the pressure in his own heart.

The gratings showed his wife, slightly heavier, gradually becoming glittery and adorned, then suddenly turning into a photo hanging on the wall.

Li Ping’an saw himself, dressed in a school uniform, hanging Mother’s portrait on the wall, and his Father, who downed a cup of white liquor in silence.

“Ping’an, from now on, it’ll be just the two of us.”

At that time, Li Ping’an didn’t understand why his father, after saying that, cried like a child.

He thinks he understands now.

Father simply couldn’t bear to let go of his wife, who had died from illness.

Li Ping’an sighed and didn’t linger, continuing to search downward.

He soon passed through two-thirds of the Grating Forest and found a node—the one where he was hit by a truck.

Going forward was a bizarre and odd world.

Old Li woke up on Little Li’s back, with intense pain all over, asking how Little Li was doing.

Old Li and Little Li lay on a hillside, looking up at the sky, seeing several figures fly by; Old Li was startled, while Little Li laughed and shouted gleefully.

Not long after recovering from his injuries, Old Li sat at the entrance of the village, gazing at the far-reaching mountains, and whenever he saw hunters returning, he would ask if there was any news of his son, Little Li.

Li Ping’an felt somewhat embarrassed.

At that time, he was so focused on seeking an Immortal fate that he had forgotten that after his father was left alone, he too would have feelings of panic and bewilderment.

Because subconsciously, he thought his father was invincible.

The gratings showed the Wanyun Hall of the Wanyun Sect, with a group of elders surrounding Father.

At that moment, Li Ping’an distinctly heard his father’s inner voice…

‘What the heck is going on?’

‘These Immortals don’t seem that bright, huh?

What’s with all the cultivation in the mountains?’

‘They expect me to bow to these mystical Daoist priests?

Dream on, I’m the factory director and a distinguished guest of the town mayor.’

The scene shifted.

Comrade Old Li thumped down on his knees in front of Elder Kongming, shouting, “Master above.”

Li Ping’an heard his father’s inner voice again…

‘Hehehe, this old guy is easy to fool.

He’s so old, it doesn’t hurt to kowtow to him, just consider it paying respects to a foster father.

Foster father above, please accept your child’s bow!

Acting like Lü Bu, like Lü Bu!’

Li Ping’an felt lines of confusion bead upon his forehead and hastened through this portion of the gratings.