Crossing over reveals a waste's difficult journey home

Since it was made by His Majesty, Xia Shu no longer had any doubts. He quickly took out two coins from the innermost part of his clothes and handed them to the tofu pudding seller.

After talking for so long, seeing that someone finally started to buy, the man was very happy, not complaining that Xia Shu was too much trouble at all, took the coin and said hurriedly: "You can bring it, you can bring it, buy four bowls and you can get a bamboo tube for free."

As he spoke, the man took out a bamboo tube, poured four bowls of tofu pudding into it, and sealed the mouth of the bamboo tube with leaves and thin straw ropes.

When handing the bamboo tube to Xia Shu, he also reminded her considerately: "This tofu pudding is very soft, be careful when you move it, otherwise it will break easily.

It was still edible if it was rotten, but it wouldn't taste as good as it does now.

By the way, if you are going to feed it to the elderly or children when you go back, remember to heat it up in advance, otherwise it will be too cold and may upset their stomachs.”

Xia Shu carefully walked out of the crowd holding the bamboo tube. He had to be careful because after he bought it, many people followed suit and if they were not careful, the bamboo tube might be knocked over.

After finding the firewood he had dropped and tightening the rope that had been stepped on and was a little loose, he hurried towards the capital.

When I delivered the firewood to the buyer, I was scolded for being too late. By the time I saw the village entrance, it was almost dark.

But Xia Shu didn't care about all this at all. He didn't feel tired or angry. The tofu pudding in his arms filled him with strength.

When he arrived in the village, he did not return to his shabby thatched house, but went to Uncle Liu's house first.

"Uncle Liu, I'm back!"

The old man sitting in the yard squinted his eyes and looked at Xia Shu who came in with an unhappy expression.

"Why are you back so late? Did you go out for a stroll?"

Xia Shu had long been accustomed to the villagers' seemingly blaming but actually caring attitude. He smiled and said, "I didn't go out to play, I didn't go out to play. I just bought some delicious food for you and the elders in the village."

"What delicious food can I buy? I finally have some money. If I don't save it well, how can I marry a wife and raise children in the future?

You are young and don’t know how to be frugal. Do you want the village to support you when you are young, and do you want the village to support you when you are old?"

Xia Shu had heard the old man's nagging more than once or twice. He just kept talking and did what he was supposed to do.

Xia Shu handed the money from selling firewood to Uncle Liu, said hello to Aunt Liu who came out holding the child, and then started to busy himself with his own business without any hesitation.

Although she called her aunt, in fact, Aunt Liu was only five or six years older than Xia Shu. They were very familiar with each other. Aunt Liu was not dissatisfied with the other party's familiarity. Instead, she smiled and asked, "What good things did Shu buy?"

"You will know it later, Auntie."

After saying that, Xia Shu lit up Uncle Liu's stove and carefully poured the tofu pudding in the bamboo tube into the ceramic pot.

When the tofu pudding inside started to steam again, he found a ceramic bowl, scooped a little more into it, and handed it to Uncle Liu.

"Uncle, please don't despise me. I have little money, so I bought this much. I also want to let the elders in the village have some."

Uncle Liu is now in his forties, which is not considered young in the mountain village.

Although he had been a commoner all his life and had experienced turbulent times, and had never eaten anything particularly good since he was a child, he believed that he had eaten much better things than Xia Shu.

At first, he didn't care about what Natsuki bought.

In his opinion, the child was just greedy and bought some unimportant things.

But when he saw the white and soft things in the gray ceramic bowl, his eyes, which usually narrowed, widened.

"Tree, am I dying? Otherwise, why did I see the clouds in the bowl?"

Uncle Liu’s words made Xia Shu laugh out loud.

"Hahaha, uncle, don't worry, you can still live for a long time.

This is not a cloud, this thing is called tofu brain, it is said that eating it can prolong your life, you should eat it quickly!"

The fact that a person like Xia Shu, who worships the emperor so much, was born can indirectly show that the people in Dashan Village all worship His Majesty the Emperor.

Moreover, in the same environment, people who live longer always see more than those who live shorter. Uncle Liu has also seen more than Xia Shu.

He had seen cannibalism with his own eyes, and had also witnessed sorcerers deceiving people and being exposed. Although he was old, he believed less in immortality than most people.

Now when he heard Xia Shu say that this thing could prolong life, he became very angry. Without saying a word, he picked up the walking stick in his hand and hit Xia Shu.

"I let you live longer, I let you live longer, but after just a few days of good life, you don't even know who you are!"

If he was beaten by someone else, Xia Shu would either fight back or run away, but in front of Uncle Liu, he couldn't even run away.

Uncle Liu broke his leg. If he ran and the old man chased him and he accidentally fell again, it would be his fault.

There was no other way, Xia Shu could only take the beating while telling his father what he saw and heard at the city gate, emphasizing that the tofu pudding was made by His Majesty.

Yes, Xia Shu still followed his own train of thought and directly said that the thing was made by His Majesty. Anyway, no one here would refute him.

"Are you serious?" Uncle Liu stopped halfway through hearing this, mainly because he couldn't bear to hurt the child.

Aunt Liu, who was holding the child, originally wanted to persuade her father-in-law, but when she heard what Xia Shu said, she stopped moving and looked at the tofu pudding in the ceramic pot curiously.

"Really, really, how dare I lie to others about something like this.

Besides, many people were watching the excitement at the city gate today, and I was not the only one buying. Just ask around and you will know. "

Uncle Liu didn't believe what Xia Shu said, but he just couldn't believe that His Majesty, who used to hate sorcerers so much, would actually talk about prolonging life.

However, when he thought about what the tofu pudding merchant said, Uncle Liu also felt that it made sense. In his limited knowledge, people who eat well will definitely live longer than those who eat poorly.

Thinking of this, he snatched the ceramic bowl from Xia Shu and planned to taste it himself.

The ceramic bowl is very big, and there is really little tofu pudding inside, just two mouthfuls at most.

But Uncle Liu didn't think it was too little. He took a sip slowly, and when the soft tofu pudding entered his mouth, the special taste with a hint of saltiness made his eyes widen again.

"Uncle, Uncle Liu, is this tofu pudding delicious? What does it taste like?"

Xia Shu was well taught by the villagers of Dashan Village. Since he decided to bring this tofu pudding that could prolong life back to the village and let every elder in the village drink some, he really didn't drink it secretly at all.

But not drinking secretly doesn't mean he isn't curious or doesn't want to drink.

He also wanted to know what this cloud-like thing tasted like when he drank it, what it tasted like when he ate it, and whether it was better than the only sugar water he had ever drunk.