At the beginning, Qin Shi Huang traveled to my home

"You are really generous, little fairy. We will not be polite," Su Shi said with a smile. "These lychees are really good. Thank you for remembering that I love lychees."

This lychee is so big, almost the size of an egg.

It tastes so good!

"Of course I won't forget it," Li Wu said with a smile, "Let's all try this Dongpo pork."

Naturally, the others also tasted it and enjoyed it with their eyes closed.

"Good, this Dongpo pork melts in your mouth and leaves a lingering fragrance. It's really good," Du Fu nodded. He hadn't eaten meat for a long time.

He has been living a tight life these years.

I couldn't help but feel tears in my eyes. I didn't know how my wife and children were doing now, and how they were doing.

"Zimei, what's wrong with you? Are you crying because of the spiciness? Is this wine so strong?" Li Bai asked curiously when he saw Du Fu's red eyes.

Others also looked at Du Fu and showed concern for him.

Du Fu shook his head. "I just thought about my wife and children. I wonder if they are well fed and clothed. But I am still eating meat and drinking wine here. I feel really guilty."

Du Fu felt extremely guilty towards his wife and children. Over the years, they had been apart for most of the time and his wife had suffered with him.

When the others heard his answer, they couldn't help but fall silent.

Li Bai didn't know much about Du Fu's family situation, but he could see that Zimei's family situation was not very good.

Su Shi and others who came after Du Fu naturally knew about his situation.

"Alas, Senior Du Fu's life was indeed hard," Su Che sighed. It was precisely this hardship that made so many people remember him.

Li Wu took a sip of wine and said, "In the fourteenth year of Tianbao, Senior Du Fu was indeed miserable. In this case, I can only do my part."

"What does the little immortal want to do?" asked Li Qingzhao.

"Ahem, of course I'll give some food to the others. There are too many people and I can't afford expensive things, so I'll give each person two big steamed buns." Steamed buns are cheap and filling.

It’s a big steamed bun.

"Little immortal, this, isn't it too expensive for me?" Li Qingzhao covered her mouth, a little surprised. The little immortal has helped them so much and even sent them seeds. Although it needs to be traded, for them, the little thing they traded can be exchanged for so many immortal seeds, which is totally worth it.

And I also feel that the little immortal has suffered a loss.

"Little Immortal, how can this be possible?" Although the little immortal did seem to have a wealthy family, there were so many common people in the world.

The most important thing is that there is not only one dimension, how can they possibly deliver all of it?

Du Fu felt even more guilty. Shouldn’t he have said it out loud?

"What's the big deal? Don't worry. It won't bankrupt me," Li Wu smiled and communicated with the system.

The system will help her deliver it directly to everyone in other dynasties.

More than 200 million yuan was spent on this, but Li Wu felt that the money was worth it.

She wanted to send all the seeds directly to other dynasties, but the system definitely wouldn't allow that.

The system is a trading system, it will definitely extract a certain amount of points, and it will be given away for free, so it is naturally impossible for it to do that.

[Host, the delivery has been completed and the fee has been deducted.]

[Thanks to the system.]

The system does not respond, which requires a lot of energy from it, because it is in control of the entire process, so it requires more energy.

But of course it cannot be compared with sending people to modern times.

The people of all dynasties looked at the sky and wondered what the immortal had just said, that he would give each of them two steamed buns?

is this real?

really?

But people before the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty were a little confused. What was this steamed bun?

Qin Shihuang had no idea about it. He had never eaten such a steamed bun and had never even heard of it.

Sure enough, not long after, everyone had two big steaming buns in their hands, and they were white flour buns.

"This, this, little immortal, thank you little immortal, wuwuwu, thank you little immortal," an old beggar looked at the steamed bun in his hand and couldn't help kneeling down and kowtowed to express his gratitude, with tears streaming down his face.

Unexpectedly, beggars like them could also get steamed buns.

In a small village in a certain dynasty, "Mom, mom, the immortal gave us steamed buns so we don't have to starve to death. Steamed buns, steamed buns," the little girl was so hungry that her face was pale and her body was thin, and she held two big steamed buns tightly in her hands.

This scene happened in many dynasties.

Barrage

Common people: Little immortal, living Bodhisattva, thank you for the white flour buns. How can we deserve to eat such good buns? Little immortal is really a living Bodhisattva.

Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che: I have one too, and so do everyone. I have never forgotten who the little immortal is, and this is all thanks to that Du Fu.

Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang: This steamed bun is delicious, how is it made?

Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng: This steamed bun is very filling and can be taken as dry food during marches and battles.

The brilliant Zhuge Liang: This, I will tell you right away.

It wasn't just Zhuge Liang. Everyone who came after him, as long as they knew how to make steamed buns, posted the recipe on the barrage.

In the dynasty that didn't even have steamed buns, people immediately asked someone to write it down.

Seeing the screen full of words of thanks, Li Wuxin trembled a little. She had only given two steamed buns, but she received so much kindness.

"Senior Du Fu, don't worry now. The steamed buns have been delivered. Your little son won't starve to death," Li Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

Du Fu stood up excitedly and asked, "Little, little immortal, what did you just say?"

"Brother Zimei, calm down." Li Bai saw that Du Fu almost couldn't stand, so he hurriedly supported him and for a moment felt a little sorry for his good friend.

How could Zimei have such a hard life? Her youngest son starved to death, starved to death!!!

"Senior Du Fu, in the 14th year of Tianbao, when you returned to Fengxian to visit your wife and children, your youngest son starved to death," Li Wu couldn't help but redden his eyes. Why was Du Fu, the poet saint, called a saint by their descendants? Because he lived such a hard, ordinary and common life.

It's just like the life of ordinary people, stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate themselves, with a lot of talent but nowhere to display it.

The highest official he held was a third-rank official, Zuo Shiyi, and he actually had no power.

I am unwilling to do this, but I have no choice. I want to quit, but I can only think about it because I still have a family to support and no one can help me.

The one who makes people feel the most empathy is Du Fu. He is completely different from Li Bai. It seems like he lives in everyone's heart and can be seen everywhere.

"How could this happen?" Du Fu burst into tears and was helped to sit down by Li Bai. Li Bai sighed and patted his back, "Brother Zimei."

Although he could not empathize with the pain of seeing a loved one die, he knew how painful it was.

Su Shi and his companions also felt uncomfortable.

The people in front of the sky were also dumbfounded, especially the common people. They thought that those who could go to the little immortal must be high-ranking officials, common people, generals, etc. Anyway, they lived better than ordinary people like them. But there were actually people who were almost the same as them.

When people heard that their youngest son had starved to death, they could no longer hold their breath and thought of their own relatives who had starved to death, especially those who had lived in times of turmoil or disaster.

Only those who have experienced it can empathize and understand the pain.