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  All living beings are for profit, all living beings are for gain. The enormous economic benefits contained in the sea voyage are immeasurable, and Rosyth also supports a large number of pirates.

  Fanhai City is the largest coastal city in Rosyth, with a continuous flow of maritime transportation, and is the bridgehead fortress of this important economic lifeline.

  Although the pirates of Rosyth Sea were rampant, and the five pirate leaders also had the momentum to dominate the surrounding countries of Rosyth Sea, they never looted Van City. This is a relatively unthinkable thing, and it doesn't quite fit the greedy nature of pirates, but it's a fact.

  In a hundred miles east of Vanhaicheng, there is a medium-sized farm. The owner of the farm is surnamed Wei, and it is said that he settled here eighty years ago.

  Eighty years is a relatively long period of time for ordinary people, roughly the time from birth to old age, so it's indeed a relatively long period of time for ordinary people.

  In these years, the farm has not changed much, or rather, the farmland occupied by the village has hardly changed at all. The only changes are that the owner of the village has grown old and there are some new faces.

  Just before this, the village had suddenly gained some new faces, and these people were precisely those of the Wei family who had fled here.

  The sun sets in the west, and the clouds on the horizon are dyed a brilliant red. At this time, the sky has not yet darkened, and you can see hundreds of acres of wheat, which is stirred up by the gentle breeze into waves of golden ripples, with the faint scent of plants carried by the wind.

  At this time and place, although it can't be called a beautiful view, it has a simple and unadorned meaning that makes people who are troubled feel less troubled and more down-to-earth.

  In the center of the golden waves of grain, there is a small hill with dozens of sturdy buildings scattered on top of it. The sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking occasionally come out, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

  A clearing on a hillside with little obstruction around, offering an unobstructed view of the distance, with gentle breezes carrying sweet scents blowing in from time to time.

  At that time, when some new people came to the village, a rattan chair appeared on this empty land. A pale-faced young man sat in it every day after that.

  From morning till noon, and from noon till dusk, every day is the same, the sickly youth sits in a rattan chair, quietly staring blankly.

  This young man was Wei Ziwu, who used to be confident and outgoing but became quiet and taciturn after being rescued.

  In the eyes of his elders, Wei Ziwu's change was heart-wrenching. In the dead of night when no one was around, he would often wake up with a start, blaming himself in his dreams for being incompetent. This suffering should not have been borne by Wei Ziwu!

  The six brothers, watching Wei Ziwu quietly daze off every day, felt equally uncomfortable in their hearts. They knew that Wei Ziwu's inner self was very proud and wanted to take a look at the peak of the world and breathe some air.

  However, when facing a family crisis, he did not hesitate at all, gave up his own dreams and life! In exchange for everyone's chance to survive.

  Wei Ziwu was their younger brother, the youngest of the six, and as the eldest brother, he did not fulfill his elder brother's responsibilities.

  All this suffering, and yet it's his own brother who has to bear the burden.

  Watching Wei Zi Wu in a daze, they wanted to do something, wanted to change something.

  However, they were powerless and could only sit with Wei Ziwu every day and chat.

  The evening sunlight lost some of its temperature and became warm, falling on people with a cozy feeling, quite comfortable.

  Wei Zi Wu began to like this feeling, perhaps because it was the last bit of warmth before sunset, or perhaps he liked the feeling of the sun setting in the west.

  Wei Zi Wu is not foolish, he knows the concerns of his elders and brothers.

  Sometimes he thought maybe it's time to find something to do.

  However, he now only wants to stay quietly and doesn't want to talk much, just wanting to stare at the distant mountains and gaze at the vast sky.

  Perhaps it is because the mountains are in a distant place, the sky is vast and boundless, I don't know how high it is, nor do I know how wide it is.

  Actually, the feeling of quietly being in a daze is quite good, he isn't as melancholic as his elders and brothers think.

  In some sense, Wei Ziming still had some mental preparation for his current state.

  Because when he was young, he didn't want to see Wei Ziming's face without a smile, so he often fantasized about switching positions with Wei Ziming.

  Give the elders' ardent expectations, brothers' admiration and envy to Wei Ziming, let his face be filled with smiles, as an elder brother, he should give him good things.

  So his state was not as melancholic as the elders and brothers had imagined, perhaps deep down, there was a kind of emotion called unwillingness.

  But he didn't regret it, because he believed that Wei Ziming would protect him, would breathe the high-altitude air for him, and would stand in a higher place to gaze out at the distance.

  "Seventh brother! What are you thinking about?" Before he knew it, Eldest Brother Wei Zihao was sitting beside him on a small wooden stool, gazing out at the golden ripples in the distant wheat field.

  At this time, Wei Zihao was wearing a cheap hemp robe, which was unthinkable for his previous self. However, after experiencing some things, he no longer cared about these things and instead cared more about the people around him.

  After a moment, Wei Zihao saw that his seventh brother had no response, turned his head and continued to speak "Seventh brother! What are you thinking about?"

  "Hmm! When did you arrive, boss?" At this time, Wei Ziwu only discovered that there was an extra person beside him, and his pale face revealed a hint of a smile.

  "Hehe! I just sat down." Although Wei Zihao had been here for a while, he hadn't spoken up until now, and with a chuckle, he opened his mouth to say.

  However, although his face was filled with a smile, looking at Wei Zi Wu's empty and godless eyes, as well as his pale smile, he felt a pang of heartache.

  After a simple conversation, they fell into another brief silence. During this time, Wei Zihao and the others talked to Qī Dì a lot, but they felt that Qī Dì liked silence more, so they didn't want to disturb him too much. Therefore, every day, they just accompanied Wei Ziwu in saying a few words, mostly sitting quietly.

  "I believe in Eighth Brother!" Wei Zihao, who had been silent for a moment, spoke again.

  Although he knew that what he said would not have much effect, because during the time when Wei Ziming's dantian was broken, Wei Zi Wu had also tried every means to find a way to restore his dantian, but to no avail. He knew how difficult it was, but Wei Zihao still wanted to say this sentence.

  "After Zǐ Míng left, Róu Róu's memory should have recovered! Who knows when they will meet again!" At the mention of Wèi Zǐ Míng, Wèi Zǐ Wǔ's eyes seemed to dim a little more.

  Not long after Wei Ziming left, Mo Rou's memories gradually recovered. In the few days after her recovery, a mysterious old woman suddenly appeared and talked to Mo Rou for an entire night. After that, Mo Rou followed the old woman away.

  Before Mo Ruo left, she left two things behind. One was a jade pendant that had been with her since childhood, engraved with the character "Mo", which was the only proof of her identity and origin. The other was a letter.

  These two things were handed over to Wei Ziwu and asked him to help deliver them to Wei Ziming.

  When she left, she said a sentence to Wei Ziwu: "Brother! I will also find ways to help you recover!"

  Mo Rourou was originally the adopted daughter of Second Master, so by rights, her generation should be higher than Wei Ziwu's, but she called him "brother" for the first time.

  Wei Zi Wu knew what this sound represented!

  Wei Zihao originally wanted to comfort his seventh brother, but unexpectedly reached this sentence, and instead had a counterproductive effect, for a moment he didn't know what to say.

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