Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 15 Buying Picture Books and Riding a Big Horse
Lin Jiang took Xiao Shanshen to the street.

I went into the fabric shop at noon and came out in the afternoon with some small clothes.

This little outfit looks like what a knight-errant in a picture book would wear; it's clean and neat, and the material is quite good. He spent a tael of silver to have the shopkeeper rush to make it.

It's expensive, but Fang Niangzi is skillful and makes exquisite and beautiful items that aren't so expensive anymore.

Throughout the entire process, Fang Niangzi never asked Lin Jiang why he did it this way. She just honestly accepted the money, worked diligently, and handed in her work on time.

Old Master Lin has been a doctor in Baishan County for many years, and he has cured many people. Sometimes, if a family cannot afford to pay, he is willing to give them two days' grace. If someone is in urgent need of treatment but is poor, he may even treat them without paying.

Lin Jiangyuan himself was a refined and gentle person who had never had any conflicts with anyone. Now that his family was in trouble, if asking too many questions would cause trouble for the Lin family, then he would not ask.

Just do your job honestly.

Lin Jiang carefully placed the small garment inside the sleeve, and then he felt as if the ginseng inside the sleeve was struggling to put on the clothes.

After the brief meeting, Xiaoshan Shen's dejected voice came:
"Won't……"

This is the first time Little Ginseng has ever worn clothes in all his life, so he really doesn't know how.

"I'll help you when we get back."

Lin Jiang looked around and searched the streets, and soon found the place he was looking for.

It was a bright and prosperous-looking house, with couplets hanging outside that read:
"The shelves are filled with ancient books, and the students in front of the door are all kindred spirits."

This is an old bookstore, originally intended for wealthy young men, scholars, and educated men. Later, it acquired a batch of comic books, and wealthy farmers with a little spare money would occasionally buy one or two comic books to take a look at.

Upon entering, the waiter initially wanted to greet him, but upon seeing Lin Jiang, his face turned pale with fright, and he retreated, neither daring to speak nor approach.

Lin Jiang didn't care and went to the comic book section, selecting one of every book with the name of a martial arts master in it.

"Get me a thin rope to tie it up."

They summoned the waiter, who then nervously completed the task.

After paying the money, he left the bookstore.

Little Ginseng peeked out from under Lin Jiang's sleeve, glanced at the book in Lin Jiang's hand, and slowly opened his mouth wide.

"All of these?"

“These are all of them.” Lin Jiang took out a booklet and waved it in front of Xiao Shan Shen: “A while ago, a great storyteller made a complete set of Shi Yi Lu: The Legend of the Swordsman, eleven volumes in total. It’s the kind of book that rich young men with some spare money like to read. I bought them all for you this time. I also bought the three picture books of the Heroic Road that you often read. You can read these on the road from now on.”

Little Ginseng stared at the book for a long time, feeling like his mouth was about to water.

He spoke after a short while:
"You're so kind, really."

"I know."

"If I want to buy these things in the future, what do I need?"

"silver."

Lin Jiang took out a few coins from his pocket.

"Copper coins".

He then took out a few more copper coins.

Xiao Shan Shen looked at it carefully and took notes diligently.

"Silver and copper coins are really good."

"It's good," Lin Jiang said, "but it wouldn't be good if we got too greedy for money."

"Falling into the eye of a coin?" Little Ginseng took a copper coin out of Lin Jiang's hand. She looked closely at the eye of the coin and wondered, "I can't even squeeze into it, how can others fall into it?"

"The thought got stuck."

Xiao Shanshen still doesn't quite understand.

Little Ginseng didn't dwell on things he didn't understand, and simply went back into his sleeve.

Lin Jiang could faintly hear a chuckle coming from inside his sleeve.

Before leaving the crowded market, Lin Jianglin needed to get something to eat before heading home.

In Baishan County, there were two pancake vendors. The one selling the best pancakes was sick and hadn't been out for several days. The pancakes from the less desirable vendor were a bit dry, made from coarse grains, and normally they would irritate the throat if swallowed whole, requiring water to eat them. However, after Lin Jiang cultivated the Eating and Drinking Technique, the food would instantly transform into a liquid as soon as it reached his throat and enter his body, then circulate throughout his entire body.

There is truly a practice of cultivation even in eating and drinking.

After finishing two bites of the pancake, Lin Jiang was about to leave when he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking beside him.

The man was dressed in official robes, with a black gauze hat on his head, which had a red mark the size of a palm on it, and he was accompanied by two yamen runners.

It was none other than County Magistrate Zhu Mingyuan.

Zhu Mingyuan saw Lin Jiang from a distance and walked over with a smile. The villager selling pancakes immediately became embarrassed, rubbing his hands and looking at the county magistrate with an awkward smile.

"Give me two pancakes." Zhu Mingyuan paid the price in copper coins. The villager didn't want to accept them, but Zhu Mingyuan forced them into his hand. He searched for a long time among the pancakes and found the two that looked the brightest.

Zhu Mingyuan took one, ate a bite, then wrapped it up in a cloth bag and handed the remaining one to the yamen runner behind him.

The yamen runner took a bite, and it felt like he'd swallowed a fly.

"Greetings, Magistrate."

"Greetings, Young Master Lin."

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhu Mingyuan looked up at the sky and sighed:
"Today is truly blessed by the heavens."

Lin Jiang glanced at the sky.

It's cloudy today, and the temperature is a bit low since it's early spring.

But Lin Jiang doesn't feel cold or hot right now; he's just wearing a nice long gown.

"Is Young Master Lin curious as to why I said the weather is nice today?"

"Everyone has their own favorite sky."

“Well said.” Zhu Mingyuan nodded: “Farmers like the right amount of rain, fishermen like calm and sunny days, and I prefer these cloudy days.”

Touching his face with his hand, he said, "This part of my face is poisonous, rooted in my bones. I guess I'll never be able to get rid of it for the rest of my life. Whenever I'm exposed to the sun, this half of my face feels like it's burning."

Lin Jiang recalled that he had indeed rarely seen Zhu Mingyuan go out on sunny days. "Thank you for your hard work, Magistrate."

"It's something you're born with, so there's no question of hardship or not. Back when I met the Emperor, it was midday, there were no clouds, and the sun was blazing down, but I endured it all."

Zhu Mingyuan realized he had gone off-topic and brought the subject back: "I came here specifically to find Young Master Lin."

"Just tell me what's wrong."

Zhu Mingyuan looked at Lin Jiang:
“I checked the man who attacked you. He had a secret letter on him saying that someone asked him to come to your house to pick up something.”

"Young Master Lin, do you have any clues?"

Lin Jiang remembered the box in his arms.

He looked at Zhu Mingyuan and thought about it carefully and seriously.

"No."

"Really not?"

"Indeed not."

"Sigh." Zhu Mingyuan shook his head: "Then this case will be difficult to investigate."

"I'll have to trouble the magistrate to put in some extra effort."

Zhu Mingyuan nodded and led his men away.

Lin Jiang watched Zhu Mingyuan walk away before turning and heading towards the house.

You need to be careful.

Even if Magistrate Zhu was a kind-hearted person, Lin Jiang couldn't just take the box out and show it to him.

It's best if the Lin family doesn't have any treasures.

……

Back at the Lin family residence, he thanked the constables outside for their hard work, and then, with a mix of reluctance and persuasion, stuffed some loose silver into their hands before entering the courtyard.

The yamen runners aren't helping you protect your home for nothing.

The constables accepted the silver with beaming smiles, said a few auspicious words, and then left.

Originally, the Lin family had guards and servants, but they were all outsiders. After the family was ruined, Old Master Lin lost all interest in life, so he paid those people money and sent them back to their own homes.

Otherwise, Lin Jiang wouldn't be in a situation where he has no one to use.

After entering the compound, Lin Jiang first released Xiao Shanshen, and then taught Xiao Shanshen how to dress. Before long, a chivalrous version of Xiao Shanshen made a dazzling appearance.

Although Xiaoshan Shen wasn't quite used to the clothes, she was very happy because she looked like a martial arts hero from the book.

Lin Jiang glanced at the small ginseng again, then thought for a moment:

"Would you like to ride a horse?"

Xiao Shanshen perked up immediately upon hearing this.

In comic books, heroes always ride big horses.

Even a small ginseng tree wants to ride a big horse!
"Yes! Yes!"

"I teach you."

Lin Jiang led Xiao Shanshen to the back stable, where two old horses were leisurely grazing.

Lin Shengfeng bought these two horses a long time ago. They were two fine horses. Even after his family was ruined, Lin Shengfeng couldn't bear to release them, so they have stayed in the yard ever since.

We can put ropes on them and then just use the carriage in the backyard to go.

Baishan County is relatively safe now. I'll pack some more things and leave in a couple of days.

First, an old horse was led out and saddled. The old horse thought Lin Jiang was going to take it for a ride and affectionately rubbed its face against Lin Jiang.

Then Lin Jiang placed the small ginseng on the old horse's saddle.

Old Ma was a little confused; he hadn't even felt anything on his back.

Little Ginseng, however, excitedly gripped the reins:
"Ride a big horse! Ride a big horse! Ride!"

She pulled on the reins.

Old Ma heard the sound and took a couple of steps.

Stopped.

The horse won't move just by pulling the reins.

Xiao Shan Shen thought for a moment, and realized that the heroes in the book would also ride in stirrups.

She looked at her calves.

He let go of the reins with great disappointment.

"I don't think I can ride a big horse."

Lin Jiang, barely suppressing a laugh, said, "Actually, it's possible, but you'll have to be more careful with your reins skills."

"Skills with the reins?"

"I teach you."

Lin Jiang also mounted his horse and began to teach Xiao Shanshen how to use the reins to control the horse.

After struggling for a while, Little Ginseng had roughly mastered the skill, and she happily rode her horse around the house.

Lin Jiang looked at her with satisfaction.

After that, Xiaoshan Shen can ride in a horse-drawn carriage, which is a good thing.

While Lin Jiang was having a lively time with Xiao Shanshen, he suddenly heard Gong Xuan's voice coming from the doorway:
"Hey, you...you stop touching me!"

(End of this chapter)