My spirit appeared on the road to exile, and I was treated as an ancestor.

Chapter 13 Our ancestors actually sent us rice!
Lu Xingyao felt that since the officials would give them two coarse cakes every day, there was no need to exchange them for them at a high price. The water bags could be distributed to other clansmen so that so many people wouldn't have to share one. They could store more water so that they would have something to drink when they reached places where there was no water. As for the bamboo baskets, they were naturally used to cover up the things that their ancestors had given them.

He handed the remaining earrings and a silver bracelet to Lu Qing, saying, "I think there's still a long way to go, and there might be other things to take care of, so it's better to keep these things."

Lu Qing looked at Changsun with agreement, "Xingyao is right."

He had three sons: one was rigid and only saw the present, another was useless, and the third was sickly. But at least he had a reliable eldest grandson, so the Lu family had a successor, which gave him some comfort.

Lu Zhou disagreed, saying that if they lacked anything along the way, they might not be able to buy it. But seeing what the old man said, he, as the son, didn't say anything more.

Madam Song nodded, "It's good to keep it. If we pass by the village later, we can ask a doctor to take a look at your injuries."

Hysteria, in particular, needs to be taken seriously.

Lu Qing, leaning on the cane given to him by his eldest grandson, straightened his back and spoke with a strong voice, "No need, I have the protection of my ancestors, my injuries are almost healed."

The elixir given by his ancestors was truly miraculous; he felt no pain yesterday, and today he felt the wound had begun to scab over.

He wondered if he could ask his ancestors to take a look at his young son... but considering how considerate his ancestors had been to the Lu family, he was really too embarrassed to ask.

Lu Zhou frowned. His father was bringing up ancestors again. He had never seen his father so superstitious about ghosts and gods before.

He wanted to say something more, but Song tugged at his hand. His expression was serious; it seemed his father's hysteria was getting worse and they should find a doctor as soon as possible.

...

Gu Xingzhao only appeared after the group found a place to rest, and saw that the old man was holding a cane.

"You all have walking sticks now?"

She had bought a cane online, but it's still on its way and looks like she won't need it.

Upon hearing the voice, Lu Qing stood up respectfully. He had been sitting in front of his ancestors earlier because he was injured and his legs were not very strong. Now that he was much better, he could not sit and talk to his ancestors as before, as that would be a great disrespect to them.

"In response to my ancestors, the person I met earlier who was selling things along the road was someone Xingyao traded his mother's jewelry for, and he also asked for a bamboo basket."

Seeing him stand up, Lu Xingyao, who was standing next to him, also stood up respectfully.

Knowing that their ancestors would come again that night, the grandfather and grandson specially chose a good spot away from the crowd and with tree trunks to lean against.

Gu Xingzhao laughed, "It's much more convenient with bamboo baskets. From now on, if I need to deliver something to you, I can just put it in the bamboo basket."

As she spoke, she put the bag of rice balls into the bamboo basket, but in her heart she was thinking, since there is a bamboo basket, there is no need for that piece of clothing, right?

She narrowed her eyes, pondering how to start the conversation without tarnishing her ancestor's venerable and otherworldly image.

With a plan in mind, Gu Xingzhao smiled and her voice became much gentler, "I brought some rice balls and other food, they're all in the basket. Quickly share them with the children, don't let them go hungry." "Thank you, ancestor."

Although he couldn't see Gu Xingzhao, Lu Qing could tell from her tone that the ancestor seemed unusually cheerful today. Could it be that something had made her happy?
It must be a great thing to make our ancestors rejoice.

He turned to look at his grandson, "Xingyao, can you check the things in the basket for your grandfather and distribute them among them?"

Lu Xingyao couldn't hear Gu Xingzhao's voice, but when his grandfather spoke, he squatted down to check. He saw that the bamboo basket, which had been empty just moments before, now contained many more things, and he could smell a rich aroma of food!
When Gu Xingzhao saw him carefully pick up a rice ball from the bamboo basket, his eyes lit up, and he presented it to Lu Qing like a treasure...

He exclaimed softly, "Grandpa, it's rice! And it's still warm!"

"Our ancestors actually sent us rice!"

Lu Qing hadn't eaten rice in a long time, and at this moment, he felt no different from a grandson. However, as the head of the family, he was nearly seventy years old and had to be composed. He couldn't act like a child and invite ridicule from his ancestors.

"It has been quite some time since I've eaten rice. My grandson got a little excited, so please don't take offense, ancestor."

Lu Xingyao's hands trembled with excitement, and his ears turned red. At this moment, he was no longer the talented scholar who was once popular in the capital.

Although I was starving before, I didn't savor the food properly, and I don't know if eating it will prolong my life.
Gu Xingzhao: "It's alright, he's just a child."

But she really didn't expect Lu Xingyao to be this kind of person. He was clearly a cold and aloof nobleman on TV before, but now he looks like a foolish son of a landlord.

Although his mouth was watering, Lu Xingyao carefully put away his own portion first, left one for his grandfather, and then carried a bamboo basket to deliver food to the other hungry members of the clan.

Under the cover of darkness, things were done quickly and easily. Having seen the previous two times, the Lu family members knew that Lu Xingyao was about to be served food as soon as they saw him running around, without even having to say a word.

Some people thought he was too slow serving the rice by himself, so they offered to help. With a knowing look in his eyes, he helped three or four people serve the rice together, and all twenty-six people got to eat the fragrant rice.

I thought it was just rice, but when I bit into the middle, there was a big piece of meat inside!
The aroma of meat filled the air, and they stuffed it into their mouths as if afraid that outsiders would smell it. They tried to hide their mouths, but they still wolfed it down. Outsiders who glanced at them would think they were eating coarse bread.

An official passing by in the distance, carrying a knife in one hand and biting into a flatbread in the other, vaguely saw this scene by the firelight and sneered, "How come the Lu family members are like reincarnated starving ghosts, they can eat a flatbread like this."

"These down-on-their-luck nobles don't seem to be as good as us ordinary folks."

"Who says it isn't?"

The Lu family had heard these sarcastic and mocking words countless times these days. It is said that when you are rich, you are surrounded by kind people, but you can only see their true colors when you are in trouble. This is absolutely true.

At this moment, the Lu family members were eating to their hearts' content, their mouths filled with the aroma of rice and meat, their hearts warmed. They didn't take the mocking and ridiculing words to heart at all. They thought to themselves, it's good to follow the old man. During those glorious years, they were also in the limelight. Now that they've fallen on hard times, they still have meat to eat!

Look at them now, among those officials and exiled people, besides the Lu family, who can afford a single grain of rice? Who can get a bite of meat?
Just then, Gu Xingzhao, who had finished eating the rice ball in his hand, asked with a smile, "Little Lu, are you full?"

Lu Qingxin's heart skipped a beat: His ancestors actually called him Little Lu!
(End of this chapter)