I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 168 Food Falls from the Sky

Jiang She and his companions returned home.

Before I even reached the door, I heard a loud crying coming from the alley.

Li Bai heard it too.

He glanced over with interest: "Which neighbor is beating a child again?"

They had been away for several days and were quite exhausted, especially Yuan Danqiu, who had to drive the carriage and was the most tired. The Taoist priest was squatting on the ground, first removing the threshold of the door to let the carriage in, and then putting it back on.

Yuan Danqiu was covered in sweat from exhaustion.

"Taibai, come and lend a hand!"

Li Bai stopped laughing, and the others squatted down and started dismantling the structure with him.

……

……

The chubby child cried loudly.

"I took it back, I found it, I didn't steal it! This is the one I lost!"

"You just don't believe me!"

He cried so hard that a snot bubble came out of his nose.

The chubby boy sniffed and was about to wipe his snot on his clothes.

His father had already turned away.

Sure enough, a few breaths later, his wife’s angry rebuke was heard.

"enough!"

The chubby boy sobbed, his eyes red and swollen from crying, looking at his mother through teary eyes.

His mother slowly exhaled, pointed at her chubby son sitting on the kang wiping away tears, and said in a calm tone: "Stay put and don't wipe your snot on your clothes."

The chubby boy held back his tears, not daring to utter a sound.

His mother went to the kitchen, scooped up a ladle of water, wet a towel, and calmed her anger.

She turned around, grabbed the already damp towel, and went back into the house to wipe the snot and tears off the child's face.

The woman softened her tone.

“It’s not that your parents don’t believe you, it’s just that your things have been missing for so many days. I heard from Zhou’er’s family that they even had a meal at someone else’s house, with mutton and fish soup.”

His mother explained in detail.

"Mutton is now thirty or forty coins a pound, Mother, you have to give them a gift in return, don't you think?"

The chubby boy counted on his fingers how much thirty or forty coins were.

He was only six years old and didn't know how to read much. He had two or three coins in his pocket, which was enough for him to buy a fragrant sesame cake and act like the king among the children.

I once splurged and bought some grilled meat skewers. I held them in my mouth for a long time, savoring them, reluctant to swallow them. They tasted so delicious.

He begged his parents for two months before they finally got him a Nuo mask.

It cost sixteen coins, a sum that Fan Pang would remember for the rest of his life.

After counting his own fingers, the chubby boy counted his toes. When he ran out of fingers, he borrowed his parents' hands to count.

His mother let her chubby son play with her fingers until he finished counting.

After a long time, the chubby boy's eyes were red and he sighed.

"So much money..."

The woman withdrew her hand and patted her son's head.

How much food did you eat from them?

She knew very well that her little chubby boy could eat more than an adult, and probably ate quite a lot.

The chubby boy counted on his fingers.

He remembered that meal he ate at someone else's house very well.

"Three bowls of fish soup, mutton... I don't remember how much mutton there was, but the mutton was especially delicious. The fish was also delicious, and I ate two bowls of rice..."

The woman had already made up her mind.

She looked at her husband.

"Kill one of the chickens outside, and I'll cook it with some scallions and ginger later. I'll also collect a small basket of eggs and deliver it to them together."

Amidst a commotion of chickens flying and dogs barking.

The man scalded the chicken feathers with boiling water, tidied it up briefly, and then took it to the kitchen, waiting for his wife to prepare and cook it.

In the room.

The woman continued to ask the child questions.

"Which company is it? You can tell me now?"

The chubby boy hesitated; he had promised not to tell. He was also afraid his mother would beat him if she found out. He nestled in his mother's arms for a long time, but still refused to say anything.

Muttering.

"Can not remember……"

The woman had already figured it out. As parents, they knew their own chubby son best; they could tell where he was going to poop just by looking at his bottom.

It's definitely not a good place.

She was straightening the child's wrinkled clothes; they were so dirty she didn't even want to look at them. The other two children who played together knew how to keep things clean, but her child loved to roll around in the mud every day. The woman softened her tone, as if afraid of frightening the child.

"Your parents aren't saying anything to you. Xiao He and Zhou Ge'er have already told you. Mother is just asking."

The chubby boy sniffed, half believing and half doubting.

"Really?"

"Would I lie to you?"

The woman glanced outside and told the child, "Go see if your father is killing a chicken. He's going to deliver it to someone else's house."

The chubby boy peeked out.

His father had already killed the chicken.

He suddenly remembered the aroma of chicken soup and scallion vinegar chicken, and couldn't help but swallow.

The chubby boy was being coy and hesitant.

"I promised them I wouldn't tell, so...we should just eat it ourselves..."

His mother was furious.

"I just know how to eat!"

Inside the side room, the man was teaching his eldest son and daughter to read. Hearing the fight breaking out inside, he became even more focused on teaching them, without even glancing inside.

"Rice, cloth, money... that's how it's written."

The eldest son sat for a while, listening to the loud crying coming from inside the room, and couldn't help but speak.

"My second brother is crying again."

The man advised, "We'd better both behave ourselves and not provoke your mother right now."

Then they taught him to read the following words.

"Carts, horses, oxen..."

After a long while, the woman finally got the answers she wanted.

His face suddenly changed.

"Is it the haunted house?"

The chubby boy sobbed and stammered, "I picked him up from that house. There were no ghosts or monsters in the yard."

He still remembered the promise he made.

The woman quickly patted the child's back a few times to ward off bad luck and prevent unclean things from tainting her little one. Then she remembered that she had gone there a few days ago, and it was too late to pat him now.

The woman was troubled for a long time.

She called her husband, and the two discussed it for a while.

The husband was startled.

"Why did this child think of going to that house to ask for something?"

The woman also frowned.

“Your son dropped the Nuo mask in someone’s yard. Luckily, the family was kind and helped to pick it up. We were able to find it by asking around. Otherwise, we would still be crying now.”

The man was aware that his youngest son had been crying every day recently.

He thought about it in silence for a moment.

"No need to say anything more. Just do as you said before, cook the chicken, and I'll go collect five or six eggs and deliver them to them before dinner. I should at least thank you."

The woman was observant and asked:

"Should we also mention it to Xiao Hezhou's two families?"

"I'll go."

The man turned around, told his children to continue learning to read, and to ask each other if they didn't know how. He then put on a thick coat and went out to talk to the other two families.

The two families started arguing again.

evening.

Jiang She was reading while leaning against the low table. He was getting a little hungry, so Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu made arrangements to go eat.

Jiang She called them to a stop.

"The food will be here soon."

Li Bai asked, "Did you send your servant over, sir?"

Jiang She smiled but did not answer.

A quarter of an hour later.

Several families, adults leading children, some carrying groceries, others holding bowls of chicken, seemed to have arranged to meet. They stood at the gate, observing the courtyard from the outside.

Lady Ji examined it carefully.

"It's not that it's haunted..."

The chubby boy pursed his lips tightly, while the girl next to him clutched Zhou Ge'er's clothes.

The three tiny children stared fearfully at the doorway, remembering the fierce-looking general they had encountered before, and none of them dared to knock.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)