It's hard to predict what will happen in life.

  "Get up, you little stinker! The sun has already shone on your butt!" Old Zhao angrily knocked on the door of the east house.

  "Wake up early and don't let people sleep in, it's really annoying!" Zhao Xuan, who was still sleeping soundly with his head covered, was woken up by his father's loud voice like a lion. But despite the complaints, Zhao Xuan quickly got dressed and opened the door of the east room.

  "Ow, ow, Dad, it hurts! It hurts!" As soon as he opened the door, Zhao Xuan was grabbed by his father's ear.

  "You stinky little brat, I told you early yesterday that today is the 100th day of your grandfather's death. He loved you the most in his daily life, and your mother and I couldn't even scold or beat you because we were afraid of upsetting him. Now he's gone, how can you be so heartless?! Zhao father was furious at this moment, although Zhao Xuan was also very mischievous by nature, but as long as it wasn't a big deal, Zhao father would never get angry, but today's matter, in Zhao father's eyes, was simply unfilial and against the will of heaven."

  Zhao Xuan was born in Zhaojia Village, where almost every household has the surname Zhao, sharing the same surname as the current royal family of the Zhao clan. However, there is no mention of any ancestral or blood ties. Everyone knows that deceiving the emperor would lead to the punishment of nine generations, so out of caution, Zhaojia Village has never dared to claim publicly that they are relatives of the imperial family. After all, those days are long gone, and even if your ancestors were once high-ranking officials or members of the royal family, but now have fallen to such a state, what face is left? It's better to live a peaceful and ordinary life.

  Looking around the surrounding villages of Zhaojia Village, Zhaojia Village can only be considered a medium-sized village. The whole village has more than 100 households, but fortunately, the villagers are harmonious with each other. Even if today Zhao San's chicken pecked at Zhao Si's field, tomorrow Zhao Liu's child peeked at the neighbor's bath, or yesterday Zhao Qian's roof was higher than Zhao Ma's roof... Although these things seem trivial, they are not important after all. At least these people are still simple and honest, without the petty minds of city dwellers. In their eyes, as long as they can avoid some disasters in their lifetime, eat well, and support their families, that's enough.

  Zhao Xuan is the only child of this family, and Grandpa Zhao can rejoice in his grandson's birth at the age of 70, which is also a pride for his ancestors. So, the old man started to name his little grandson before he was born.

  It just so happened that at the time, a Taoist priest was traveling around and arrived here. Old Master Zhao went forward to ask the Taoist priest to give his little grandson a name and also to test the future achievements of this child. After all, who doesn't hope that their family can produce a brilliant and illustrious talent?

  At first, before arriving at the house door, the little Taoist boy who was guarding the gate said that his master was in retreat and it was inconvenient to see guests. After a long time, the old man knew that this was because he had not given the little Taoist boy any benefits, so from time to time, he would bring some melons and sweets to the little Taoist boy. In just a few days, the little Taoist boy finally couldn't resist the old man's soft and hard bubbles, and finally went to introduce him.

  As soon as he entered, a wisp of blue smoke was inhaled into his lungs, making Old Man Zhao feel as if he could live for several more years. He took a few fierce puffs, and then, without further ado, bowed to the Taoist priest sitting cross-legged in front of him, saying: "I am Zhao Hu, an old man from a humble background. I have come this time to ask you, Master, to give my unborn grandson a name and calculate his future prospects. It's just a small gesture of respect; I hope you will accept it."

  "Master Zhao, you're being too serious. I'm just a humble hermit living in the mountains, and giving me a name is fine, but as for your future grandson, I'll just say something, and you can just take it as a casual remark, don't take it too seriously."

  "All right, all right, I'm still bothering you for too long, old man."

  "Don't disturb, don't disturb. Old man, listen carefully. In a rural village, there was a poor scholar who didn't reveal his talent in his youth. He entered the mundane world lightly and became a low-ranking official in the imperial court. When the chaotic era arrived, a treacherous hero emerged, and he took the name Xuan'er." The Taoist priest paused for a moment, and then Zhao's eyes turned black as he fainted, while the thatched hut was empty once again, with no sign of the Taoist priest.

  When Old Man Zhao woke up, he found that Daozhang had long gone. He was still thinking about the poem that Daozhang had made: "A humble scholar in the countryside, not revealing his talent since childhood, lightly entering the mundane world, one person under the imperial court, a hero emerging in troubled times, named Xuan'er." After a while, Old Man Zhao shouted with excitement, exclaiming that he had met an immortal master. The joy in his heart seemed to be unforgettable, and every time he thought of it, he would take out that past event to tell Xuan'er, then sit quietly there, reminiscing.

  "Alright, alright, I know I was wrong. I'll wash my face and go to the grave with you right away." Zhao Xuan struggled free from his father's grasp, rubbing his bright red ear as he spoke.

  "You little stinker, hurry up! I don't know if that immortal master made a mistake when he took you on as an apprentice. With your attitude, it's likely that in the future, you'll be 'one person above and one person below'! You're always idle and lucky for us that you don't have a gambling habit, or else our family would've been ruined by now!" Zhao father said with annoyance.

  "Don't forget about me, old man! I'm the one who was 'talented since childhood'!" Zhao Xuan shouted loudly from inside the house.

  "You stinky brat, you're already 17 years old and still so immature! Why don't you give your old man some face and let the other relatives from different branches stop laughing at you! Honestly!

  Zhao's father really didn't know what to say about his son anymore. Every day he was lazy and gluttonous, sleeping earlier than chickens and waking up later than dogs. The only consolation was that although this son rarely spoke to outsiders, at least he didn't stir up trouble. But today's incident still made Zhao's father uncomfortable, which is why he scolded Zhao Xuan in a fit of anger."

  "Alright, Dad, don't worry, I'll definitely make our ancestors proud in the future!" Ye Fan found that his father's tone had started to improve slightly, so he took out his usual trick to prevent Zhao from getting angry again.

  "Alright, you little scamp, always sneaking around and cheating. You really need to hit the books hard."

  "Stop, stop, stop! Father, you know what the ancient sages said about clarifying great righteousness. I, your son, just want to sleep when I hear it. Can't you please not send me to private school again?" Just as his father was about to make him go to private school again, Zhao Xuan hastily pleaded with him. Luckily, heaven seemed to favor Zhao Xuan a bit more, and at this moment, his mother appeared.

  "Hurry up and set off, if you leave late, I'm afraid you won't be able to return before sunset."

  "Alright, alright, let's go! You little scamp, you've managed to slip away again!" Zhao exclaimed through gritted teeth.

  "Haha, I'm off!" Zhao Xuan made a happy face at his dad and bounced out of the house.

  After Zhao Xuan's disturbance, their family's recent gloomy mood was slightly alleviated.