Zhongshan Shenzhu Chi

Chapter 110 Grace

Chi Long pondered, unable to understand why Shuowangmen would need an abacus.

After waiting for a while, Liang Xun did not receive any more instructions, nor did he dare to use the power of the Dragon God.

"Manager Wan, brothers. Lord Dragon God has no further instructions for now. Let's hurry and take stock of our losses so we can get into the city as soon as possible."

"Yes, that's right, Envoy Liang is right." Wan Fuhai nodded repeatedly and immediately turned around to inspect the caravan's losses with the guards.

The fog demon attacked, draining the man on duty of his life force and flesh.

Only one, wrinkled skin bag like tree bark, remained lying in place.

Wan Fuhai couldn't bear it, nor could he bring himself to take the body back to the city and return it to their family.

They had no choice but to burn them separately on the spot, put them in jars, and place them on a separate carriage.

Further on the road, the caravan was subdued, keeping their heads down as they traveled.

Working from dawn till dusk.

It wasn't until the next morning, just as dawn was breaking, that the majestic city came into view.

After paying the money honestly and verifying the people and goods, Wan Jia's caravan entered the city.

The tension that had been building in everyone's minds finally eased.

On their way back to Wanjia, the guards and porters began unloading the goods.

Wan Fuhai led Liang Xun to sit down in the main hall.

"Brother, what brings you to the city? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You're too kind, you're too kind." Liang Xun thanked the servant for the tea that was brought to him.

I didn't drink it; I just put it down.

The temperature of the tea was just right for tea tasting.

But for a countryman like him who was used to drinking large gulps of herbal tea, it was a bit too hot.

Wan Fuhai noticed the detail that Liang Xun's fingers suddenly flinched when they touched the teacup.

He immediately beckoned, ordering his servants to bring a pot of chilled tea and an empty teacup.

Unable to refuse, Liang Xun had no choice but to begin the conversation.

"Manager Wan, I came to the city to find a few people."

"Calling you 'shopkeeper' all the time is too formal. If you don't mind, I'll call you 'brother,' and you can just call me 'Brother Wan.'"

After saying that, without waiting for Liang Xun's response, Wan Fuhai asked a question following his words.

"I wonder who Brother Liang is looking for? I have some connections among all sorts of people in Hongze City. If you could give me a description, I could have a few more people help me, and the search would be faster and more accurate."

After saying this, Liang couldn't find a reason to refuse.

A servant handed over a pot of cool tea and a celadon teacup with a gold rim.

A bitter taste gradually rose in the old man's mouth.

After worshipping that statue, he inexplicably became the Red Dragon God's Messenger.

Throughout his journey, the respect people showed him was not because of him personally, but because of the red dragon that had spoken in his mind just now.

He himself was far from having the ability to command such respect from a prominent family like the Wan family in the city.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

Being constantly fawned over and respected like this, Liang Xun was truly afraid that one day he would forget her.

"Manager Wan—" After much deliberation, Liang Xun made a decision.

"Just call me brother—" Wan Fuhai said quickly before he could finish speaking.

"No, Manager Wan, the most important thing that allows me to be a fishmonger in the countryside is that I have self-awareness."

"Last night, I merely relayed the questions from the venerable Zhongshan God. I am no match for a divine messenger, much less a worthy immortal."

Liang Xun stood up and bowed deeply in gratitude.

"Thank you very much, Manager Wan, for seeing me off all the way. If there is anything I, Liang Xun, can do for you in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

Until we meet again.

After Liang Xun finished speaking solemnly, he turned around and left decisively.

Wan Fuhai sat in the main hall, looking at the old man's straight and broad back, stroking his beard with one hand.

"Who was that old man who just left?" As the tea grew cold, a woman entered the main hall.

"Just an ordinary farmer," Wan Fuhai replied with certainty. "But the more ordinary he is, the more our family wants to climb this thick branch."

After saying that, Wan Fuhai stood up.

He wanted to find a few clever servants to secretly follow Liang Xun.

The opportunity to become a celestial being is right before your eyes. As long as it doesn't interfere with the work of the Zhongshan God, you should ask for it.

After leaving the Wan residence, Liang Xun went from street to street inquiring about Wu Xin's daughter and his grandson.

After traveling for a long time, he finally stopped in front of the gate of Hongze City, Shuowang Gate.

It was just a small mansion.

Even the lintels of ten thousand households are much wider than it.

Two years ago, Shuowangmen adopted a group of orphans aged six or seven.

Based on age, it is the most likely.

Liang Xun went up and knocked on the door, but after waiting for a long time, there was no response.

"Father-in-law, stop waiting. This Shuowang Gate has been thoroughly annoyed by people seeking immortality, and now it only opens when people go to buy ingredients."

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Passersby assumed Liang Xun was seeking immortality and kindly offered him a heads-up.

"Ah—okay." Liang Xun nodded. "I'm not here to seek immortality, I'm here to find someone. Do you know when Shuowang Gate goes out to buy supplies?"

"Those who come seeking immortality all say that they did not come specifically to seek immortality."

The passerby shook his head, but still answered his question.

"A while ago it was once every seven days, but there were too many people crowding around, so it was changed to once every two weeks."

"Father-in-law, you'll have to wait at least ten more days."

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After saying that, the passerby shook his head and left.

Liang Xun stood still.

Eating and lodging are expensive in the city. He originally didn't plan to stay in the city for long.

But if we return to the village now, not to mention the fog demons that might appear on the way, how many days would it take for us to go back and forth?

"Father—!" A sudden shout made Liang Xun look up.

A young man dressed in gray cloth walked over quickly.

"Father, why didn't you tell us you were coming to the city?"

"So we can come and pick you up."

"I—" Liang Xun exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know I went into the city? Am I here?"

"The landlord told me. As you know, Qiuya is pregnant, and I've been wanting to move to a place closer to the midwife."

"Unexpectedly, someone approached me today and said they had a place to rent next to Wang the midwife's house."

"The price was cheap, but it required me to work at the landlord's house. Then that person told me he saw you come to the city."

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Liang Min spoke with some excitement.

Today has been incredibly lucky.

"You—sigh—" Liang Xun sighed.

But now, he can't blame his son either.

After all, Liang Min was unaware of the situation and thought that he was hardworking and capable, and that he had finally encountered good fortune.

"Dad, let's go. Let's have a bowl of noodles, and then get some pork belly for Qiuya to eat and celebrate."

"Alright then————"

The father and son left Shuowang Gate and headed straight for the east of the city. They passed a noodle stall and went inside.

Because there were many people, they shared a table with an elderly man with white hair.

"Dad, please eat. Your son has a good job in the city now. Once we've saved enough money, Qiuya will have given birth. You two can come to the city to enjoy your retirement and help us take care of the baby."

As Liang Min spoke, he took the meat soup noodles and placed them in front of his father.

"Let's take it one step at a time," Liang Xun sighed. Since the money's already spent, they might as well eat it.

Both of them were hard-working people, and the noodles went down their throats in no time.

The elderly man with white hair who shared the table with them took a few bites of food and then put his chopsticks down.

I watched them eat with great interest.

Suddenly, a question was asked.

"Does the God of Zhongshan also enjoy watching mortals eat?"