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

Chapter 62 Did our ancestors eat a little too fast?
Lu Qing even threw his cane on the ground, gripping the e-reader tightly with both hands, afraid that if his hands trembled, he would smash the precious object.

Lu Yang swallowed hard, reached out his hand, wanting to touch this magical thing, but before he could touch it, Xu slapped it away.

The loud "smack!" was particularly clear in the still night, drawing the attention of almost everyone.

Xu gave her husband a warning look, saying that this was for their daughter and that if he broke it, she would cut his head off.

Lu Yang awkwardly withdrew his hand, staring longingly at the divine object in Lu Qing's hand.

If I had had this back in my school days, I'm sure I would have been even more obsessed with it than my older brother!
The reason I am the way I am now is definitely because I didn't have a daughter back then.

Gu Xingzhao was teaching Lu Qing how to use the e-reader when he glanced at Lu Yang. He thought to himself, "It sounds nice, but I'm afraid he'll end up using it to read novels."

Lu Qingxue studied diligently, following the instructions of his predecessors. He manipulated the objects with his fingers, and one book after another appeared before his eyes, their contents appearing one after another. It was truly amazing, a divine artifact!
His heart pounded with increasing tension and anxiety. He was already worried about breaking this magical object even when using it himself; what if his granddaughter used it and it got damaged?
Gu Xingzhao: "It's alright, it's nothing important. Studying is the most important thing."

It's just two e-readers, costing around two thousand yuan, while the wealth the Lu family brought him is far more than that.

Lu Qing breathed a sigh of relief and walked to Princess Shunyu's side with the items. The princess was intelligent and learned how to use them after only one lesson.

Lu Youtang was still at an age where she loved to play. She looked at the things from left to right, which made Lu Qing, who was standing next to her, very nervous. Fortunately, his granddaughter quickly put them on the table, and his heart finally settled down.

Lu Yang was incredibly envious of his daughter; the thing in her hand was something that no amount of canes, scarves, or gloves could compare to.

Alas, it's a pity that this blessing didn't fall on my old father. Why didn't the gods appear to be so effective when I was a child?
Just then, Shunyu exclaimed in surprise. She was trying to put things away properly, but her elbow accidentally bumped into the small saucer of water. The water sloshed around and spilled out, dripping onto the cloth. The water, which had been clear, turned black the moment it hit the cloth!

Like ink.

Shunyu was surprised and quickly tried to wipe it with her hand. To her surprise, the black marks on the cloth did not leave any ink stains on her hand, but were just ordinary watermarks.

Shunyu took a brush, dipped it in water, and wrote on the cloth. The moment the water touched the cloth, it was still black.

However, at that moment, she discovered that the ink on the spot she had accidentally spilled was gradually disappearing, until it was completely blank again, without leaving a trace!
Startled, Shunyu gripped the pen so tightly she almost broke it.

Lu Qing was also shocked to see this!

What is this thing? How could this be?

Gu Xingzhao explained, "Since you're sleeping outdoors, I thought ink would be inconvenient, so I found this cloth. You can write on it with just water, just like ink. If you use water, the ink will disappear. It will be much more convenient to practice calligraphy now."

It wasn't that she was unwilling to buy writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones; it was simply that given Lu Qing and the others' current situation, let alone taking a bath, even washing their hands was a luxury. So, using a water-writing cloth was better, as it wouldn't require much cleaning up if it were accidentally spilled.

"Make do with these for now. Once things get better, I'll get you back to your usual writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones."

Lu Qing was astonished by the wonder of this object. At that moment, his mind went blank, and he clearly realized the gap between gods and mortals like them.

If our ancestors hadn't been kind-hearted, they probably would never have seen these things in their entire lives, far exceeding their understanding over the decades.

"Thank you, ancestors. On their behalf, we express our gratitude for your blessings."

Gu Xingzhao laughed, "Don't always say thank you. Since you call me an ancestor, this is what I should do." If you are truly grateful, you can give me some rare treasures when things get better in the future.

Gu Xingzhao didn't say the last sentence. After all, the Lu family had nothing now, and saying it at this time, even as a joke, would only add to his burden.

When Gu Xingzhao checked the offering value in the system, she discovered that the system had deducted more than a thousand yuan in taxes.

She cursed inwardly, "Damn system, it's useless at everything but most eager to deduct fees!"

Gu Xingzhao gritted his teeth, determined to accumulate more offerings so he could repair the antiques, sell them for more money, and avoid worrying about a little over a thousand yuan like he was now.

She watched Lu Youtang practice calligraphy for a while, and then watched Lu Qing teach Shunyu. She became engrossed in listening. When the old man was teaching, he exuded a scholarly air and had a refined demeanor, as if she had returned to the time when a high-ranking official stood on the golden palace.

Gu Xingzhao didn't get up until his stomach started growling. He rubbed his belly and prepared to go back to the modern world to cook.

Suddenly, a fragrant aroma wafted by on the breeze, and her eyes lit up – it was instant noodles!
Gu Xingzhao followed the aroma and saw Lu Xingyao and Lu Xingyan eating alone. The bamboo basket was upside down, with a bucket of instant noodles on each of them. As soon as the lid was lifted, Lu Xingyao couldn't help but take a fork and start eating big mouthfuls.

He slurped the noodles, soaked in broth, into his mouth with a satisfied expression.

As Lu Xingyao shoveled noodles into his mouth, he urged Lu Xingyan, "Third Uncle, eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold!"

These two buckets of noodles were saved by my second uncle because he couldn't bear to eat them. Now that he's busy accompanying his sister to her studies, we have to eat them quickly.

Lu Xingyan was sitting to the side, resting with his eyes closed, when his nephew suddenly brought two buckets of noodles over to him, saying he wanted to eat with his third uncle. In reality, he was waiting for him to be discovered so that he could cover for him.

In fact, just as he thought, Lu Xingyao made an extra bucket of noodles as a precaution. If Lu Yang found out, he would hide behind his frail third uncle, and he figured his second uncle wouldn't dare to do anything to him.

However, Lu Xingyan was not hungry at all. In the past two days, he vaguely felt that his body had returned to its previous state, feeling tired, heavy, and coughing more and more often, so much so that he could not eat anything at all.

He kept quiet, not wanting everyone to worry about him or take care of him too much, especially since his father was already old and he didn't want his father to be troubled and distressed by this every day.

"I'm not hungry."

Lu Xingyao looked up, his eyes filled with surprise. He remembered that his third uncle hadn't eaten much today, so how could he not be hungry?
Could it be that I remembered it wrong?

When Gu Xingzhao arrived, Lu Xingyan vaguely felt the pressure again, and his heart started to beat faster, but because it wasn't very obvious, he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was because he was weak.

Gu Xingzhao licked his lips and looked at Lu Xingyan, "Since you're not going to eat, then I won't be polite!"

Since I delivered it myself, what's wrong with eating a whole bucket?
Lu Xingyan was stunned for a moment: "?"

Gu Xingzhao squatted down next to Lu Xingyao by the bamboo basket, picked up a fork, and quickly ate a few mouthfuls of noodles!

Lu Xingyan stared blankly at the bucket of instant noodles, wondering if the noodles were disappearing too quickly for his ancestors.
Lu Xingyao finished the last bite of noodles in his bowl, and before he could even swallow, he rushed to grab another bucket. Just as he reached out his hand, his third uncle grabbed it.

Lu Xingyao: "???"

It's not that you don't want to eat it, but you won't let me eat it either?
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