My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 154 Suicide
Seeing the names of those sub-maps, Jiang Xinghuo scratched his head and thought, after all, this is the center of the imperial city, and it even has more maps than other cities, one ring inside another.

Then let's do it in order. Anyway, the more maps the game provides, the more things he can find.

"You have come to Yangnanku."

"Yangnan Storehouse is where the Imperial Food Bureau stores rice, oil, seasonings, and tools. It is located exactly to the south of the Hall of Mental Cultivation in the Imperial City, hence the name Yangnan Storehouse."

"You pushed the door open and walked into the warehouse. There were rows of neat wooden shelves extending for hundreds of meters. They were filled with various things classified into different categories."

"You explored the warehouse carefully and gained something."

"You found it, Yan Wangjiao."

"Yanwang Pepper (common ingredient), a pepper variety cultivated by the Shangshi Bureau using a special process. It is much spicier than ordinary peppers. Just a slight contact with the skin will cause it to become red, swollen and ulcerated. It can be used to refine certain special medicines and can also be used to cook hot pot dishes. It is especially popular in Sichuan, Chongqing, Hunan, Yunnan and Guizhou."

"You found it, divine vinegar."

"Immortal Vinegar (ordinary material), a condiment made with great effort by the Vinegar Immortal, is the best vinegar. A drop of it when cooking can enhance the taste of the entire dish."

"You found it, Wuweisan."

"Wuweisan (excellent medicine), a medicine developed by Wuweishijun, has all five flavors: sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty. Its effects are similar to Wushisan. After taking it, you can greatly improve your potential, feel no pain, and feel no fatigue. The price is the temporary loss of taste. If used for a long time, you will completely lose your sense of taste."

"You found it, the Soul-Transforming Pot."

"The Soul-Turning Pot (common item), a special item developed by the Shangshi Bureau, only requires you to put the ingredients in it, and it will automatically process the ingredients as needed, whether it is shredding or slicing, it can be done in an instant.

"The three major food organizations in the secular world each have their own strengths. Guanglu Temple is good at controlling the heat, Shangshi Bureau is good at seasoning, and the Imperial Kitchen is good at knife skills."

"Therefore, the three major food organizations have also developed many special props based on their own strengths and weaknesses."

Looking at the things he got, Jiang Xinghuo felt a little disappointed. They were all kitchen utensils and were of no use to him at all.

Jiang Xinghuo went to other places to look around, but the things he found were nothing but kitchen utensils and seasoning ingredients.

If he changes his career to become a cook, perhaps these things will come in handy.

Time flies by.

Jiang Xinghuo walked around the Shangshi Bureau and most of the things he found were thrown on the niche to be sold. Only a few were kept.

At this time, the sound of a door opening was heard outside.

Jiang Xinghuo looked and saw that it was his father and mother who had returned with a lot of vegetables and meat in their hands. He hadn't seen his son for several months, so now that he was home, he naturally had to prepare some delicious food.

Of course, Jiang Xinghuo understands the principle that things smell good when they are far away, but smell bad when they are close. Even though he is very popular now, this phenomenon will only last for a week at most. After a week, she will be dissatisfied with everything about him.

Just like those college students on vacation, from morning to night they are either being scolded or waiting to be scolded.

The kitchen was filled with the smell of smoke.

Jiang Xinghuo squatted there picking and choosing vegetables, his mother washed the chosen vegetables, and his father was cooking in front of the stove.

The family of three were busy working while chatting about trivial matters, all of which were trivial matters. However, as they chatted, the topic turned to Jiang Xinghuo's lifelong affairs.

The old lady said quietly, "Your Aunt Bai has become a grandmother this year, and her son gave her a big fat daughter. When will you give birth to a child for me and your father?"

Jiang Xinghuo's scalp tingled and he looked at his father for help.

But Lao Jiang ignored his son's gaze and concentrated on frying the vegetables in the pan.

Jiang Xinghuo had no choice but to perfunctorily say, "It will be soon, soon. Wait another two years. I'm not afraid that you will be tired of taking care of the children. I want you to live a happy life for a few more years."

"Your mother and I are not afraid of being tired."

Lao Jiang spoke silently.

My mother also agreed, "Yes, your father and I are not afraid of being tired. You should get married soon. Your father and I can help you take care of the child for a few more years."

Jiang Xinghuo nodded repeatedly with a playful smile: "Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll find a partner as soon as I get back."

But whether or not I can find it is beyond my control.

Jiang Xinghuo added silently in his heart. At this time, the food was almost ready, and the family of three began to sit down and eat lively.

Jiang Xinghuo took out a bottle of fruit wine from his bag.

He bought this specially from the niche shop. It can activate blood circulation, clear congestion and relieve blood stasis, which is very beneficial for the elderly.

……

That night.

Jiang Xinghuo was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard the sound of an ambulance outside. Not long after, he heard footsteps in the living room and the low voices of his parents.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Looking at his mother with red eyes, Jiang Xinghuo was confused.

"Your Uncle Chen just called and said your Aunt Bai suddenly jumped off the building. She's already..."

Lao Jiang's expression also looked somewhat solemn.

"How could this be?"

Jiang Xinghuo was really shocked.

While we were having dinner that night, my mother was still saying that Aunt Bai had just become a grandmother and should have been enjoying her best years, so how could she suddenly jump off the building!
"I'll go with you."

Jiang Xinghuo also quickly put on his clothes.

Fortunately, the two families are not far from each other and are in the same community, separated by only two buildings and a lawn.

After a few minutes.

A family of three came downstairs.

The body was covered with a white cloth, and the blood had soaked the white cloth red.

A middle-aged man in pajamas was slumped on the ground with lifeless eyes. The police came over and several neighbors were accompanying him.

A young man was wiping tears.

"Brother Bing..."

Jiang Xinghuo walked over and said hello.

This young man is the son of the deceased Aunt Bai, his name is Chen Bing, and their two families have a lifelong friendship.

Chen Bing is two years older than him. They have been playing together since childhood and have kept in touch even after going to college. Some time ago, Chen Bing had a daughter and jokingly asked him to be her godfather.

Who knew something like this would happen...

Although Jiang Xinghuo had a lot of questions, he couldn't speak out now. He could only comfort her and help deal with the aftermath.

At this time, a jeep drove over and several people in windbreakers got out of the car.

Looking at the way these people were dressed, Jiang Xinghuo was shocked. Although he didn't know these people, he was familiar with this set of clothes. It was the standard uniform of the Public Opinion Survey Bureau.

Why are they here?
Jiang Xinghuo looked at the corpse on the ground thoughtfully, then looked at the people from the Public Opinion Survey Bureau.

They just went over and said a few words to the police. The police nodded and whispered a few words to Chen's father.

Afterwards, Chen's father took his wife's body and left the community with the police.

Chen Bing wanted to go with them, but was stopped by his father, who asked him to deal with the funeral at home.

The neighbors have been friends for more than ten years. They couldn't just stand by and watch when something like this happened, so they all started to help.

In less than an hour, the mourning hall was set up at home. All the neighbors were at Chen Bing's house and no one left.

(End of this chapter)