Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Beneath the tall locust tree, Mu An stood up from the wooden chair and looked at the line ten meters away.

Mu Ling'er, who was initially somewhat resentful, now hid behind her underlings, concealing herself like an ostrich.

It was as if Mu An couldn't see her if she was blocked.

Seeing Mu An's blatant attempt to cover his ears while stealing a bell made him grin from ear to ear, though he managed to suppress a laugh.

He waved his hand, signaling the people responsible for protecting Mu Ling'er to leave first.

After watching them disappear from sight, he slowly stepped forward. In just two steps, he had already bypassed the underlings blocking Mu Ling'er's way and saw the child with his head down.

"Does it hurt a lot? Do you want some candy?"

Anxious and uneasy, Mu Ling'er suddenly raised her head and met Mu An's gentle eyes.

There was no blame, no anger, only the gentlest smile.

She stared at Mu An for a moment, then her gaze shifted downwards, and a string of glistening, plump candied hawthorns came into view.

The candied hawthorn skewers were made with strawberries, which was her favorite flavor.

This method of making candied hawthorns was not used in Qing'an County before. It was suggested by Mu'an when Old Wang, who sold candied hawthorns, delivered them to her door.

Through the inspection department's channels, a batch of different kinds of candied hawthorns were produced.

Of the first batch of finished products, Mu Ling'er immediately fell in love with this one.

Then, the child, who had just been so fierce and unwilling to admit defeat, suddenly turned red in the eyes, threw himself into Mu An's arms, and burst into tears.

"Da'an, I...I lost...Waaah...It hurts so much."

Looking at the child who had rushed into his arms, Mu An picked her up with one hand and gently rubbed her head.

"Don't cry, don't cry. When you grow up, we'll fight back!"

Mu Ling'er paused for a moment while crying. She took the opportunity to slightly raise her head while wiping away her tears and observed Mu An's expression out of the corner of her eye.

In Mu Ling'er's not-so-thoughtful mind, she clearly knew that only children who cry and make a fuss get candy.

Part of her crying was due to the pain, but more so because of the grievance she felt in that instant, and her instinctive desire to cover up the fact that she had been fighting.

She's already suffered enough, so Mu An won't blame her.

It's not that Mu Ling'er is particularly cunning, but that she understands so much at such a young age.

It was simply because Mu An had taught her before that if she angered Xiao He, she should find a way to cry and make a scene, and never be silly and pretend to be strong.

If that happens, Xiaohe will think that she is not in pain or discomfort, and that she has no sincerity in admitting her mistake, so she will be punished even more severely.

Crying and making a fuss will naturally make people feel sorry for you, even if it's just to save trouble, it will make you feel much better.

The more obedient and sensible a person is, the more likely they are to suffer losses.

Because tolerance is a very strange thing, even among family members.

At first, it felt inappropriate, but gradually it became the norm, and then it went further and further until it became uncontrollable.

Mu Ling'er kept all these "fallacies and heresies" in mind and put them into practice, achieving considerable results.

Now, having mastered this principle, Mu Ling'er habitually made the corresponding action, so much so that when Mu An said "fight back later," she was completely stunned.

Won't I get scolded?

Great! Da'an is definitely the best!

Mu An couldn't really guess what was going on in a child's mind. He had said a lot of random things to Mu Ling'er, some of which he himself couldn't even say were necessarily true.

Many things are inherently difficult to generalize about; sometimes they are right, and sometimes they are wrong. Different perspectives will lead to different viewpoints.

At least Xiaohe often grumbled to Mu An, saying that Mu An's actions would harm Mu Ling'er.

Of course, Mu An never took it seriously; everyone had their own ideas.

Life is short, and he only has one child. There's no need for her to suffer too much, and even less need for her to learn the ways of life at the bottom of society.

All I can say is that he taught Mu Ling'er more about expressing her emotions, preventing herself from being wronged, and avoiding getting caught up in self-destructive behavior as much as possible.

Losing or making a mistake doesn't matter; just find a way to solve the problem.

Learning to ask him for help is actually the skill Mu Ling'er should learn most, since he truly can protect this little girl for a lifetime.

Now, he just assumed that Mu Ling'er had been wronged and hurt, and was now acting cute towards him.

They're so soft and cute.

Touch his head, stroke his hair, and feed him some candy, and he'll smile instantly.

Seeing Mu Ling'er wipe away her tears and smile again, Mu An also laughed out loud.

He looked at the boy who had been protecting Mu Ling'er and gave him his approval.

"Wang Pingshan, right? You did a great job before. A young man should be brave and fight hard like this and protect your future leader."

The boy named Wang Pingshan, after being praised like this, scratched the back of his head sheepishly, and even the face that had been punched twice no longer hurt.

His father, Wang Le, had told him that if he could be favored by the young lady, he would get two extra pieces of meat in his bowl every day.

This is a personal praise from Lord Mu. If his father finds out, he'll be overjoyed.

Mu Ling'er, however, was not having it. She peeked out from Mu An's arms, glanced at Wang Le, and muttered in dissatisfaction.

"He didn't even win, Da'an, why are you praising him? Besides, all he thinks about is how to be a chair, he's made me lose face!"

He had barely finished speaking when Wang Pingshan's face visibly turned ashen, and his eyes reddened.

Seeing this, Mu Ling'er realized she had said the wrong thing and panicked, uttering some incomprehensible words.

"I wasn't talking about you, no, no, I was talking about you, but that's not what I meant, ahhh, never mind, my mistake, I'm sorry."

Seeing their helpless expressions, Mu An smiled even more. He rubbed Mu Ling'er's head, then rubbed Wang Pingshan's head, and looked at the other children.

"You all did a great job. Come on, I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

Most of the children who follow Mu Ling'er are from her direct descendants. Mu Ling'er knows how to win people's hearts at such a young age, which Mu An finds very admirable.

He's much smarter than he was when he was a child!

Before Mu An even stepped into the Mu family mansion, just as he appeared in front of the Mu family gate, several old men from the Mu family ancestral home rushed over.

Especially the second master of the Mu family, he was so excited when he saw Mu An that he almost knelt down on the spot.

Mu An calmly took two steps back, shielding the children in front of him.

Trying to scam a child, huh? Go ahead and try it on them, let's see who's afraid of whom!

"Xiao An, I know you're busy. If it weren't for Grandpa having no other choice, I wouldn't have come here to bother you."

Grandpa knows you're very capable. I beg you, for your father's sake, please save your uncle.

Back in the day, my family was poor, your uncle and your father…”

Looking at the crying and making a scene of the second master of the Mu family, Mu An felt as if there was a fly buzzing in his ear.

This old geezer didn't have this attitude a few years ago!

Mu An remembers it clearly: back then, this old geezer kept calling her "little brat" and said it was a term of endearment.

When his eldest son, Mu Ming, was the Minister of Revenue, this old man was incredibly arrogant, constantly talking about sending five hundred people to his Anshan Patrol Office.

In those years, they also used the names of Mu Ming and Anshan Patrol Inspectorate to frantically expand the Mu family's assets, taking away most of the share that Mu An had held in the Mu family's business.

When they were making money off him, this old geezer never talked about family ties.

A few years ago, Mu An didn't care much about these things, otherwise he would have turned against them long ago.