I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 280 Heavenly Treasures Respond to Things, Wishing Blessings to the Young Children

When Jiang She woke up, it was already broad daylight.

He wanted to doze off a little longer, but somehow the cat sensed that he was awake, jumped onto the bed, and stared at him with its round cat eyes.

"you're awake."

Jiang She, with his eyes closed, gave a muffled reply.

"We should go eat some steamed buns," the cat reminded him.

Jiang She was thinking of letting the cat eat first; he had eaten at the pastry stall a few times before, and the stall owner already recognized the little cat. He thought for a moment, closed his eyes, touched his sleeve, and pulled out a wad of coins.

A dozen or twenty coins are enough for this cat to reign supreme in the snack street outside.

But the cat doesn't think that way.

She's now a cat with some skill, even starting to learn thunder magic, so she can easily go without eating. But she still wants to go to a pastry stall with someone and have a bowl of mutton noodle soup.

The cat pressed the Kaiyuan Tongbao coins under its paws, curled up into a ball, and stared with its round eyes, waiting for the person to wake up.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

A dozen or so breaths passed.

Jiang She slowly opened his eyes and sighed.

He put on his coat, washed up quickly, then flicked the water away and poured it all onto the large clump of bamboo in the yard.

"Let's go."

The cat immediately raised its tail and followed closely behind.

The courtyard was quiet. Even the cicadas that had been chirping all the time had died in autumn. It was quiet and still, with only one or two wild geese occasionally flying across the sky that hadn't yet had time to fly south.

It was quite lively outside.

The neighbors gathered around the well to watch the spectacle.

I wonder which family lost their chicken.

The woman, however, assumed it was someone from another family hiding there, and started yelling and cursing at the old woman.

"You wretched old woman! I knew your whole family was no good! The other day, more than a dozen eggs went missing from my henhouse. We were saving them to nourish my husband, and they're gone in the blink of an eye!"

"If it wasn't your thieving son, Xiao Sanzi, who stole it? That little rascal is always running around the neighborhood; has anyone ever seen him do anything decent?"

"Just like his father, they're a family full of bad apples!"

Granny Wang's eyes narrowed.

"You shrew, your mouth is full of filth!"

"You know it was my son who stole it? I bet it was your chicken that ran away, jumped into the well, and drowned. That well can swallow people!"

The child was intrigued by what he heard, but his parents grabbed him by the ear and dragged him back, still clutching the newly tied shuttlecock in his hand.

Her mother glanced at it from the alley.

"Where did you get this shuttlecock?"

"The third son of the Wang family made these for us."

The little boy held the shuttlecock with great care, his fingers clenched tightly as if afraid his parents would take it away.

Her mother raised her eyes and looked at the two arguing.

"mother?"

Her mother lowered her head, patted the child's head, and said, "Don't play with this shuttlecock outside these next few days. If anyone asks, just say your uncle made it for you, understand?"

The child nodded.

She gripped her mother's hand tightly, tilted her head back, and asked:

"Can that well really eat chickens?"

Jiang She passed by the mother and daughter.

He walked to the stalls at the alley entrance, found a pastry stall that was open, and then went next door to buy a pot of drinks, which he and his cat shared.

The moment he sat down, the nearby argument fell silent.

The woman didn't even bother arguing with Granny Wang.

She wiped her hands with a towel, sized up the handsome young man in blue several times, her expression a mixture of belief and doubt:
"Jiang...you're surnamed Jiang, right?"

Jiang She nodded.

The peddlers, pastry vendors, mutton sellers, storytellers, tavern waiters, and apothecary apprentices in the vicinity all stared at him. For a long time, they remained silent, exchanging glances, their eyes revealing surprise and curiosity.

Granny Wang had lost her fierce demeanor from the previous arguments; she rubbed her hands together and gave a dry laugh.

"Why did you come here for dinner today, my lord?"

What she really wanted to ask was...

Is this person still alive?
An experienced neighbor glanced furtively at the man's feet, only looking away when he saw a shadow, and nodded slightly. Jiang She said:
“I visited someone’s home before and didn’t get to eat steamed buns for two months.”

The woman and Granny Wang put aside their past grievances, placed their hands together, and, feeling a little uneasy, forced a smile and said:
"That road is probably not short; it would take two months to go there and back. Where is it?"

Jiang She: "North."

The Wei River is located north of Chang'an City.

Granny Wang breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Then we'll have to go to Taiyuan Prefecture or Youzhou."

Jiang She smiled but did not answer.

The stall owner had already cooked a bowl of steamed buns, sprinkled a handful of mutton on top, and handed it to the table. His fingers inadvertently brushed against Jiang She's hand.

hot.

The stall owner grew a little bolder. He handed Jiang She a pair of chopsticks, but his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the old well not far away, a tentative smile spreading across his face.

"I wonder what became of those four people who used to live with Jiang Langjun...?"

Jiang She bent down and set aside a small portion of steamed buns for the cat, adding extra mutton on top.

He said, "I came back earlier."

"They're drunk, so they'll probably stay at the host's house a little longer."

People exchanged glances, each with their own thoughts.

After Jiang She finished eating and left, the surrounding neighbors immediately erupted in chatter, discussing the matter at once.

"He's actually back!"

"How can he still be alive? Such a strange thing exists in the world!"

Some people who didn't witness the events of that day also asked out of curiosity:
"Wasn't it said that this family was driven mad by this house and all of them threw themselves into the well? How come this young man Jiang is still perfectly fine and unharmed?"

Everyone looked at Granny Wang without prior arrangement.

She was right in front of the well at the time and saw it clearly.

Granny Wang was fetching water to wash clothes when she started chatting with her neighbors. She recalled that several people had suddenly jumped down that day.

But it was a short-lived event, and it felt like a dream.

Before anyone could react and stop them, the men had all vanished into the well. The neighbors frantically tried to stir the well with long bamboo poles, but after searching for a long time, they found nothing. Several days passed, and no bodies surfaced.

She was also a little unsure.

Thinking of this, Granny Wang scratched her head, her expression becoming somewhat wooden.

She hesitated and said:
"Nobody can say for sure. Maybe we were just seeing things? Otherwise, how could we not get them out?"

The neighbors nearby nodded in agreement.

"Exactly, the water still tastes the same as before. If someone had drowned in it, it would have stank long ago."

"Moreover, Jiang Langjun has a shadow."

"To be out eating in broad daylight, how can that be a ghost?"

The stall owner was clearing away the bowls and chopsticks.

He interjected:

"When I was serving the noodles just now, I accidentally touched Jiang Langjun's wrist. It was warm and alive, definitely not dead."

Everyone chimed in, and the more they talked, the more they felt their points made sense.

They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the doubts in their hearts gradually dissipated.

Meanwhile, Jiang She returned home, sat down at the table in the courtyard, and took out the notebook he had made before.

Xing Hepu's descriptions of auspicious omens, the prince's gift-giving, and the Rainbow Feather Dance were all quite interesting.

There should be a record of that above, right?

Open the journal.

Sure enough, there were written records inside. Jiang She flipped through the less important pages in the middle.

My gaze lingered on two of the sections.

"In the seventeenth year of the Kaiyuan era, on the Emperor's birthday, the Wei River was clear and bright, reflecting five colors. A precious pearl appeared in the world, its brilliance dazzling. The prince Heng presented a memorial to express his congratulations with a thousand gold pieces."

"Not long after, the eighteenth son, Mao, contracted a severe cold and became seriously ill. The Emperor personally visited him, bestowed upon him a precious pearl, and prayed: 'May this heavenly treasure respond to all things, and may blessings be shared with this young child.'"

That pearl was given to Prince Shou, who caught a cold.

How old is Prince Shou now?

Jiang She raised his hand, recalled Xing Hepu's divination method, and did a quick calculation.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)