Pan Zi’s father sat on the threshold. The rapeseed flowers had already bloomed outside. They didn’t look particularly beautiful since they had grown in the field on the ridge, but the air was filled with their unique fragrance.
Pan Zi squatted on the opposite side, not daring to speak.
They were both silent for a moment before his father sighed. “Kid, maybe you should join the military.”
Pan Zi scratched his head. “No. People don’t use good iron to make nails, so good men shouldn’t be soldiers.” (1)
His father knocked his pipe. “Join the military. Three years. I’ll find you a wife when you come back in three years.”
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TN Notes:
(1) It was an idiom from ancient times. There were several interpretations, one of which was that being a soldier wasn’t considered a good profession in ancient times. Another was that soldiers often bullied civilians back in the day.
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Tiffany’s notes: Apparently this is also included in “What are they doing 1.2”, but our dmbj.org website didn’t have it, so we missed it. It’s the last paragraph of this post from the author’s WeChat so we just made it a new chapter here.
Translated by: Tiffany X
Edited by: merebear226
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