LIGHTNOVELONLINE Act 1:Turbulant Times Chapter 1
Volume 1 Act 1:
In a quiet village between the verdant hills of the Cloudset Crane kingdom and the Yang River, a farmer's son named Long Wei lived a simple yet fulfilling life. He rose with the sun each morning, tending to the fields alongside his father, Long Ye, who imparted his wisdom as they planted rice and harvested wheat.
Under the early light of dawn, Long Wei and his father, Long Ye, stood in the rice fields, the earth still damp from the morning dew. The rows of seedlings, vibrant green against the rich brown soil, stretched before them.
Wei looked at his father, eager to learn."Father, how do we ensure the rice grows strong and healthy?" Wei asked, his hands resting on the wooden tool he held.
Long Ye smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It starts with careful preparation, Wei. First, we must till the soil well, breaking it up to allow air and water to reach the roots.
The more we nurture the earth, the better our harvest will be."Wei nodded, absorbing what his Father said. "And once the soil is ready, what's next?""Next, we plant the seedlings," Long Ye explained, demonstrating with practiced ease.
"We space them evenly, about a hand's width apart, so they have room to grow. Too close, and they'll compete for nutrients; too far, and we waste precious land."As they worked side by side, Wei's excitement grew. "And what about watering? I know rice needs plenty of it.""Exactly," Long Ye replied, his voice filled with pride. "We must ensure the fields are flooded but not too deep.
The water should cover the roots while allowing the seedlings to breathe. It's a balance we must always maintain."Long Wei glanced at his father, admiration shining in his eyes. "I see now, Father. It's more than just planting seeds. It's about understanding the land and caring for it."
Long Ye nodded, wiping his brow. "Yes, my son. With patience and dedication, we can coax life from this soil. Remember, rice is not just a crop; it's the heart of our village and our way of life."Together, they continued their work; each seed planted a step toward a bountiful harvest and a deeper bond between father and son.
Long Wei couldn't help but think of Hua Mei as they worked under the sun. He paused momentarily, wiping the sweat from his brow, and turned to his father. "Father, do you know when Hua Mei and her father will visit us from Shu Village?"
Long Ye looked up, a knowing smile crossing his face. "Ah, Hua Mei. She is coming tomorrow. Her father has business in our village, and they often stop by to trade."A wave of excitement washed over Wei. "Tomorrow? That's wonderful!
I hope to see her again." He felt a flutter of anticipation in his chest, memories of their last conversation stirring within him.Long Ye chuckled, noticing the change in his son's demeanor. "You always brighten up when you speak of her. Just remember to be yourself, Wei. She appreciates your kindness and dedication."
Wei nodded, a shy smile creeping onto his face. "I will, Father. I hope I can impress her with the tools we've traded for. Maybe she'll want to see how we use them in the fields.""Then let's make sure everything is ready," Long Ye replied, clapping Wei on the back. "A good harvest and a good heart can win over anyone.
"With renewed energy, Wei returned to his work, looking forward to the visit, his heart light with the promise of friendship and perhaps something more. As the sun descended, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Long Wei and his father, Long Ye, finished their work in the fields. With the day's labor behind them, they returned to the warm embrace of home, where the delicious aroma of steamed buns wafted through the air.
Inside, Long Len stood by the hearth, expertly arranging freshly steamed baozi on a woven bamboo tray. "Welcome back! You're just in time for my famous buns!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with pride. "I'll have you know, I make the best baozi in the world."
Long Wei chuckled as he sat at the wooden table, his mouth watering at the sight of the fluffy buns. "I don't doubt it, Mother! The whole village knows about your cooking.
We're lucky to have you."As they dug into the meal, the warmth of family surrounded them. Long Ye took a bite, savoring the flavors. "These are exceptional, as always, Long Len. You outdo yourself with each batch."
With a playful grin, Long Len replied, "It's all in the seasoning and the love I put into them. And, of course, the secret ingredient is always a dash of laughter!" She winked at Wei, who couldn't help but smile.
Between bites, they shared stories of the day—the successful planting in the fields, the upcoming visit from Hua Mei, and the concerns about the draft looming over the village.
Long Len listened intently, her expression shifting from pride to worry as they discussed their neighbors' uncertainty."Whatever happens, we'll face it together," Long Ye reassured them, placing a comforting hand on Long Len's."Our family is strong, and we have each other."
After the meal, filled with the warmth of love and good food, Long Wei helped clean up before retreating to his room. He lay in bed, the day's events swirling in his mind—thoughts of Hua Mei, the upcoming harvest, and the challenges ahead.
A sense of peace settled over him as he closed his eyes, readying him for the next day's early start. The soft sounds of his parents' quiet conversation lulled him into a gentle sleep, the promise of tomorrow shimmering like the stars outside.
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The following day, the sun rose steadily, casting a warm glow over the fields as Long Wei and his father, Long Ye, resumed their work. The rhythmic sound of their hoes breaking the soil filled the air, blending with the soft chirping of birds.
They were deep in conversation about the best planting techniques when they heard the sound of hooves approaching."Look, Father!"Wei exclaimed, wiping the sweat from his brow. "It's Uncle Hua and Meier!"Long Ye paused, a smile spreading across his face. "Just in time for a break. Let's see what news they bring."As Uncle Hua dismounted, Hua Mei Long Wei's childhood friend, hopped off the horse, her energy infectious. "Wei! It's been too long!" she called, embracing her friend.
"Meier! I can't believe you're here!" Wei replied, his face lighting up with excitement. "What brings you to our village?"Before Hua Mei could respond, Long Ye approached Uncle Hua, who was tying up his horse. "Brother Hua! It's good to see you. Come inside; we have much to discuss.""Of course," Uncle Hua replied, his voice warm and welcoming. "I've heard about the draft news; I thought it best to share what I know."
While the adults headed into the house, Wei and Mei wandered to the edge of the field, the familiar landscape stirring memories of their childhood adventures. "I can't believe how much has changed," Mei said, looking around.
"It feels like just yesterday we were playing by the river."Wei chuckled, recalling their mischievous antics. "And getting into trouble for it! But now, everything feels heavier with the news of the draft."
Mei nodded, her expression turning serious. "Yeah, my father mentioned it too. I worry for everyone, especially with the uncertainty ahead.""Let's hope Uncle Hua has good news," Wei replied, trying to keep the conversation light. "We need some hope in these times."Mei states, "What have you been up to lately." Wie Replies, " I mostly have been farming with my dad."
As they continued to chat, the bond of friendship reawakened between them, a comforting reminder of their shared past amidst the weight of their current reality. Inside, Long Ye and Uncle Hua discussed the challenges of Li Village and Shu Village, their voices echoing softly as they planned for the uncertain days ahead.
Sometime later, in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, as golden rays danced across the rippling rice paddies, Long Wei and Hua Mei found a moment to meet. Wei paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, smiling at Hua Mei, sitting on a nearby stump, deftly stitching a vibrant piece of fabric with nimble fingers."Good afternoon, Hua Mei," Wei said, a hint of shyness coloring his tone. "Your stitches are as perfect as ever. It's as if the fabric weaves itself under your hands."
Hua Mei glanced up, a soft blush warming her cheeks. "Thank you, Wei. Your words always lift my spirits. But tell me, how is the harvest shaping up?
I've heard the crops are thriving this year."Wei nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with pride. "Yes! Father says it will be one of the best yields in years. I can almost see the rice swaying like waves in the ocean. I wish you could join us in the fields; your laughter would make the hard work feel lighter."
With a playful smile, Hua Mei replied, "And I wish you could join me in my sewing lessons! Imagine if you crafted tools to aid my craft—a fine needle or a beautiful thimble would be wonderful."
Wei's heart quickened at the thought, his imagination igniting. "I would love that! Together, we could create tools that bring joy to our families and the village. But first, I must prove myself as a farmer and help my father."
"Your dedication is admirable," Hua Mei said, her expression softening. "But remember, Wei, there is strength in following your dreams. One day, you may become the artisan you aspire to be, creating beauty just as you dream."Their eyes met, and at that moment, their unspoken bond shimmered like sunlight on the water. Wei felt a surge of hope, knowing that whatever paths lay ahead, their friendship would remain a guiding light in both their lives.
Time seemed to Flow by too fast as it was time for Hua Mei and her father to leave. The sun began to set, casting a warm golden light over the village, Hua Mei and her father, Uncle Hua, mounted their horse, ready to return to Shu Village. Long Wei stood at the yard's edge, heart fluttering with excitement and wistfulness. He waved enthusiastically, a broad smile on his face."Goodbye, Hua Mei! Safe travels!" he called out, his voice carrying on the gentle breeze. Hua Mei turned in her saddle, her hair catching the light as she waved back, her smile radiant. "Goodbye, Wei! I'll see you soon!" Her cheerful voice rang like a bell, filling him with warmth. Uncle Hua tipped his hat in acknowledgment to Long Ye and Long Len. "Thank you for your hospitality!
We appreciate everything."Long Ye nodded, a proud glimmer in his eyes. "Take care on your journey home, Hua. The road can be long."With a final wave, the small family set off down the path, their figures growing smaller against the backdrop of the lush landscape. Long Wei watched as they rode away, a sense of longing washing over him. The laughter and warmth of their visit lingered in the air, a sweet reminder of their friendship.
Once they were out of sight, Long Len placed a comforting hand on Wei's shoulder. "They'll return soon, dear. Remember, good friends always find their way back to each other."Long Wei nodded, feeling the hope in her words. As they turned to head inside, he took one last glance at the road, knowing that tomorrow held new possibilities.
Later that evening, as the sun was just about to set behind the hills, casting a warm but fading glow over the fields, Long Wei and his father, Long Ye, sat on a wooden bench outside their modest home. The air was filled with the earthy scent of freshly harvested rice, and the sound of crickets began to hum. Wei turned to his father, a thoughtful expression on his face."Father," Wei began, his voice steady yet uncertain, "I've been thinking about my future.
I want to craft beautiful tools that could help us and others in the village. But I fear I may be letting my dreams pull me away from the fields."Long Ye looked at his son with pride and concern in his eyes. "Wei, your dreams are a part of you, just as the earth is a part of our harvest. To be a farmer is to honor our land, but to create is to honor your spirit. Do not be afraid to seek your passion, for it can coexist with your duties."
Wei nodded slowly, encouraged by his father's words. "I want to bring beauty to our lives, to create things that tell stories. But what if I fail? What if my hands cannot shape the dreams I envision?""Every craftsman starts as a novice, just as every harvest begins with a single seed," Long Ye replied, placing a reassuring hand on Wei's shoulder. "Embrace the journey, my son.
The path may be uncertain, but your determination and heart will carve your legacy. I believe in you."With newfound resolve, Wei smiled, the weight of uncertainty lifting. "Thank you, Father. I will honor your wisdom and pursue our dreams—farming and crafting. Together, we will weave a future that is rich and full."
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As the morning sun rose over the fields, Long Ye looked over at his son, Long Wei, who was carefully packing sacks of rice."Wei," Long Ye called, his tone severe yet warm. "I need you to go to Shu Village today. We've gathered enough rice to trade for new farm tools."Wei paused, looking up with wide eyes. "Me? But, Father, it's a long journey.
What if I encounter trouble along the way?"Long Ye placed a reassuring hand on Wei's shoulder. "You are ready for this, my son. You know the route well, and the villagers of Shu are trustworthy. Just keep your wits about you and return before nightfall."Taking a deep breath, Wei nodded. "I will make you proud, Father. I'll ensure we get the best tools for our fields.""Remember, it's not just about the trade. It's about building relationships with our neighbors," Long Ye replied, a proud smile crossing his face.
"Now go, bring our mule for the journey to Shu Village. Prioritize you safely, son."Long Wei set off swiftly with the rice in a wagon pulled by a mule. The sun casts a golden hue over the tranquil landscape as he walks along the banks of the Yang River. The water glimmered like polished jade, reflecting the clear blue sky. The gentle sound of the river flowing accompanied his footsteps, creating a soothing rhythm that eased his nerves. With each step, the worries of the village faded, replaced by the anticipation of his journey ahead. As he traveled, lush greenery enveloped him, the scent of wildflowers mingling with the earthy aroma of the riverbank. Birds flitted overhead, their cheerful songs echoing in the air, while the rustling leaves whispered forest secrets.
Long Wei marveled at the beauty surrounding him, feeling a sense of connection to the land that sustained him and his family. He took a moment to pause and take in the view, appreciating the beauty of nature that reminded him of home. Continuing along the winding path, he encountered farmers tending to their fields, their faces familiar yet distant.
They greeted him with nods and waves, their camaraderie a comforting reminder of his village. Wei felt a sense of pride as he exchanged brief pleasantries, knowing that this journey was about trading rice and reinforcing community bonds between Li Village and Shu Village. The thought of returning with new tools for his father motivated him, each step echoing his determination.
As Long Wei approached Shu Village, the landscape revealed clusters of thatched-roof homes among vibrant gardens. The village bustled with activity, children chasing each other in the dusty streets while merchants called out their wares.
The air was thick with the savory aroma of grilled meats and spices, mingling with the fragrant blooms from nearby gardens. However, an undercurrent of tension rippled through the villagers, their laughter overshadowed by hushed conversations about the looming draft.Gathering near the village square, groups of men and women exchanged worried glances, their voices low but urgent.
"Have you heard? The emperor's edict is coming," one farmer whispered, anxiety etched on his face. "They say they'll take our sons to fight in the north. It's not safe!" Another villager nodded, her eyes wide with fear. "What will we do without them? Our crops depend on their labor." The weight of uncertainty hung heavily in the air, mingling with the scents of the village and dampening the otherwise cheerful atmosphere.
Amidst this backdrop, Long Wei made his way to the smithy, a sturdy wooden structure where Smith Jang was busy hammering iron into shape. The rhythmic clang of metal resonated through the air, a familiar and comforting sound. As Long Wei entered, he caught Smith Jang's eye, and the smith wiped his brow, a welcoming smile breaking across his face. "Ah, Long Wei! Come to trade, have you?
""Yes, Smith Jang," Wei replied, his heart racing with excitement and concern. "I have rice to offer for some farm tools. We need a new plow and some sturdy hoes."As they negotiated, the tension outside seeped into their conversation. Smith Jang leaned closer, lowering his voice. "It's a hard time for all of us. With the draft looming, many are worried about their sons. We must ensure our farms can sustain us, no matter what happens."Wei nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.
"I know. I came to trade and want to help keep our community strong. If we can work our fields well, perhaps we can support each other through this."With a firm handshake, they struck a deal. Long Wei exchanged his rice for the tools, a sense of purpose filling him. As he prepared to leave, Smith Jang clapped him on the shoulder. "You're doing good work, Wei. Keep your head up; we'll face whatever comes together." With that, Long Wei stepped back into the lively square, the weight of the village's fears and hopes resting upon his shoulders.
Long Wei hurried along the path, the new farm tools clanking softly in the wagon behind him. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow that urged him to move faster. He could already smell the savory aroma of dinner wafting through the air, a comforting reminder of home.
As he approached the door, he heard his mother, Long Len, humming a gentle tune from the kitchen. With a burst of energy, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, his face lighting up at the sight of her bustling about."Mother! I'm back!" he called, a grin on his face.Long Len turned, her expression brightening. "Wei! Just in time! I have a steaming bowl of noodles ready for you." She set the bowl on the table, steam curling up in the air, and poured a cup of fragrant jasmine tea beside it. "I knew you'd be hungry after a long day.""Thank you, Mother!" Wei exclaimed, his mouth watering at the sight of the delicious meal.
He quickly settled at the table, eager to dig in. "You always know what I need."As he slurped up the noodles, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him. "I also traded for new farm tools today. They'll help us with the planting!"Long Len's eyes sparkled with pride. "That's wonderful, Wei! Your father will be pleased. Together, we can make this harvest our best yet."They continued to chat as they ate, Long Wei sharing tales from his journey and friends' laughter echoing in his mind.
The warmth of family enveloped him, and he felt grateful for the simple joys of home.As dinner ended, Wei leaned back in his chair, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. "I couldn't have asked for a better meal, Mother. I feel ready for whatever tomorrow brings."With a smile, Long Len replied, "And we'll face it together, my son.
That's what family is for."As twilight descended upon Li village, casting long shadows over the rice paddies, Long Wei sat by the flickering light of an oil lamp with his father, Long Ye. The air was thick with the scent of evening jasmine tea, but an unsettling tension hung between them.
Wei's brow furrowed as he broke the silence."Father," he began, his voice low, "have you heard the news from the Cloudset Kingdom Army? They are drafting men to join the emperor's army."Long Ye sighed heavily, his gaze turning toward the horizon where the last light of day faded. "Yes, my son. The messenger brought word today. It weighs heavily on my heart.
So many young men will be taken from their homes and families."Wei shifted uncomfortably, the gravity of the situation pressing on him. "What will happen to those who are drafted? Will they return? I fear for our neighbors, for friends like Li and Jun."Long Ye placed a comforting hand on Wei's shoulder. "War is a harsh reality, my boy. Many may not return, but it is also a chance for them to serve the kingdom and protect our way of life. Every man must make his own choice, though I hope they will find a way to avoid it.""
But what if I am called Father?" Wei's voice trembled slightly, revealing the weight of his fears. "I want to support our family, but the thought of leaving you and the village is daunting."Long Ye's expression softened, his wisdom evident.
"If the draft chooses you, remember that serving your country is an honor. But it is also a choice of the heart. Whatever path you take, know that I will support you. A true warrior fights for glory and the love of home and family."We took a deep breath, a mixture of resolve and uncertainty swirling. "I will do my best to honor our family and our village, no matter what comes.
I just wish the clouds of war would part and let us return to our peaceful days."Long Ye nodded, the weight of their conversation lingering in the air. "We must hold onto hope, Wei. Even in the darkest times, the bonds of are family will always be strong."