The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 67 is called "Sharing Blessings"!

The little ones skipped and hopped all the way to the front of the Qian family mansion.

But they still shrank back a bit when they saw so many adults.

When the Qian family's servants saw a group of children arrive, they assumed they were just playing around and hurriedly tried to drive them away.

"Little boy, go play somewhere else. This is not a place to play."

Seeing that the adults were about to send him away, the chubby little boy hurriedly shouted:

"No, we're not here for fun. Someone asked us to deliver a message to you!"

Upon hearing this, the servants hurriedly turned around to look at Qian Dafu and his group.

The other party, their eyes lighting up, quickly stepped forward.

Then, trying his best to appear kind, he said to the little ones:

"Young friend, may I ask if a Taoist priest sent you here?"

Even though they tried their best to appear kind, their eagerness still made them seem somewhat frightening to the little guy.

Only the chubby boy still remembered his promise to Du Yuan and said:

"He is not a Taoist priest."

This disappointed Qian Dafu, but Qian Youde pressed on, asking:
"Is he a short-haired gentleman who looks like a monk?"

"Yes, yes, that's him!"

The chubby boy's eyes lit up.

Seeing that it was indeed a Taoist priest, the crowd became even more eager to ask:
"Then tell me quickly, young friend, what is it?"

He told your Qian family not to wait for him anymore, because you already know what's important, so you'd better go and pay respects to your ancestors as soon as possible.

These words made Qian Dafu and the others' hearts skip a beat.

Oh no, the Taoist priest has arrived but hasn't come to see them!
It seems that the connection between the Qian family and the Taoist priest has come to an end!

Thinking of this, Qian Dafu looked even more cautiously at the young master Han beside him.

The other party, knowing what he was thinking, cupped his hands and smiled:

"Don't worry, Master Qian. My family will definitely fulfill our responsibility to your son's recommendation. At the latest, your son will be able to take up his post as governor."

He's no longer the Uncle, but the Han family certainly doesn't intend to back out of the deal.

A little disappointment was mixed with more relief.

That's for the best. His Qian family temple is too small. He escaped with his life, realized that what he had done was a grave mistake, and even gained an official position that was enough to preserve his family's prestigious status from the emperor.

That's enough, really enough.

It's a pity about my talent; it's my fault for failing to live up to the good fortune you've accumulated.
With a sigh, Qian Dafu cupped his hands towards the young man in brocade robes and said:
"Please forgive me, young master, I am really weak and seriously injured, so I will go back to recuperate first."

"Please help yourself."

After watching Qian Dafu being helped back, he glanced at Qian Youde, who was still with him.

The young man in brocade smiled and took out a silver ingot from his pocket, handing it to the chubby boy, saying:

"Come, young friend, how about we form a good connection?"

The chubby boy hurriedly waved his hand and said:
"I can't accept this. I have nothing to do with you, how could I possibly accept such a large sum of money!"

The young man in brocade shook his head and smiled:

"It's alright, you were sent by the Taoist priest to deliver a message, and I have long admired the Taoist priest." He then changed his words, "Well, how about considering it payment for your legs, young friend?"

The chubby boy continued to shake his head, saying:

"No need for that, that kind person gave us the leftover rice cakes as a reward!"

As he spoke, the chubby boy showed off the small piece of rice cake he had specially saved for his parents.

"The rest?"

The young man in brocade robes had only asked with a smile, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he suddenly realized what he was doing and hurriedly asked:
"Young friend, isn't this what the Taoist priest left over?!"

"That's right, otherwise we would be taking advantage of that kind person. Our parents said we shouldn't take advantage of others!"

After saying that, the chubby boy excitedly boasted:
"And let me tell you, this is really delicious! We've had it before, but it's nothing like this!"

These words made the young man in brocade robes' throat ache and his heart pound. After barely suppressing the pounding in his heart, he said, "Young friend, could you sell me the rest?"

People share the offerings after making offerings to their ancestors or gods. This is not only to avoid wasting food, but also because people believe that this brings good fortune!

This is because it is food that gods and Buddhas have enjoyed.

He thought the rice cake in the child's hand was something similar!
But just as the chubby boy always surprised Du Yuan, he also surprised the young master in brocade robes:
"No, no, this is what I wanted to save for my parents!"

But these words only made the young man in brocade robes more certain that there was definitely a reason behind it!

So he quickly squatted down and said:
"Don't worry, I am, uh, I am a wealthy and kind person. I can give you something even better than this, so you can take it to your parents. For example, this gold leaf!"

He actually wanted to say that he was the son of the Han family, but just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Therefore, he immediately changed his mind.

At that moment, he recalled the frustration he felt in front of those villagers back then.

The villagers are in their eyes, and the mountain god is in their heads.

Full of desire, yet unable to obtain it.

He dared not use the Han family's reputation for power, or more directly, their ability to intimidate others, which he was used to.

This was the second time he had discovered that royal power and wealth were utterly insignificant in the face of forces beyond human control.

Therefore, his desire for that little bit of cake grew even stronger.

But often, adults do indeed only experience repeated setbacks when facing children.

The chubby boy shook his head hastily and said:

"No, no, this rice cake is so delicious! My parents have never tasted anything this good before. I must let them try it."

Before the young master in brocade could add anything, the chubby boy continued:
“My parents also said that we shouldn’t take advantage of others, so even though your gold leaf is nice, they won’t accept it. And if it’s not much, then there’s even less reason to exchange it. Because that would make me feel like you’re taking advantage of me!”

After these words, both the young master in brocade and Qian Youde were speechless.

This doesn't sound like something a child would say.

So, is it a case of precocious intelligence that cannot be judged by appearances, or...?
Both grown men glanced with some difficulty at the last bit of rice cake in each other's hands.

But they also knew they couldn't force it, so the young man in brocade robes took a step back and said:

"Since that's the case, I won't insist. Please do as you please."

After watching the little ones skip and hop away.

Qian Youde couldn't help but say:

"This young man has an impressive presence, don't you think?"

The young man in brocade shook his head and said:

“I will have someone observe the child for a while, and then the father will decide whether to teach the child himself or send him to a private school.”

Since we can't have the lucky cake, we should at least try to form a connection with this child who isn't quite a child.

Qian Youde said nothing more, but sighed slightly in his heart. He actually wanted to teach this child himself.

The Han family is a powerful clan. When facing someone with a destiny of immortality, this might be of little use, even somewhat pathetic and laughable. But when facing them, it's like looking down on Mount Tai—a colossal behemoth!
However, neither of them, nor even Du Yuan, probably expected this.

After the chubby boy excitedly took the rice cake back to his parents and told them about what had happened that day...

When his parents heard that their silly son had not only given up a silver ingot for a few leftover cakes, but also a gold leaf, they were shocked.

He instantly flew into a rage.

They grabbed the chubby boy from both the front and the back, and it was a mixed doubles attack of crying and scolding.

The chubby boy cried and screamed after being beaten.

When it was all over, I looked at the chubby little boy who was still sobbing in the corner.

His mother, feeling sorry for him, stuffed the last small piece of rice cake into his mouth.

"It's alright, it's alright, good child. It was indeed your parents' fault, but we really are short of silver and gold."

He sighed and left.

Thus, not a single adult was fortunate enough to taste this blessed cake.

(End of this chapter)