My game even includes ancient times

He Shi thought of the old beggar, that dirty old man, whose favorite food was rice mixed with pork cracklings.

But then He Shi came along, and every bit of oil residue that was painstakingly obtained ended up in his stomach.

'Stone, you still need to grow. You need to grow tall and strong so you won't go hungry anywhere!'

When the old beggar said this, he always liked to pat his head.

He Shi looked up at him in a daze, only able to see a messy gray beard and a little bit of his nose sticking out from the top of the beard.

The hoarse, incoherent voice came from the beard and boomed above He Shi's head.

Old Man He would never have imagined that I had truly been blessed by the gods and would no longer go hungry.

He Shi ate his rice while thinking.

But one still needs to grow tall and strong, so that one has the strength to find good offerings for the gods, build grand temples, and offer plenty of incense to please them.

He smiled as he thought about it, the grease between his teeth crunching loudly.

He Yu had no way of knowing what He Shi was thinking.

She only saw He Shi stare blankly for a while, then take two thin branches from the wall of the shack to make chopsticks, and shovel rice into his mouth, enjoying it very much.

He suddenly laughed while he was digging, I don't know what good thing he thought of.

He Yu placed his index finger above the screen and tapped his head from a distance.

The search for clues took too long, and before I knew it, it was already past midnight.

He Yu counted down the seconds until the [General Store] items refreshed, and as soon as the time was up, he quickly clicked on it.

[Candied hawthorn berries *2]

[Iron pot *1]

[Cowhide belt *1]

Waterproof cotton shoes *1

[Outdoor water bottle *1]

Sunglasses *1

The products this time were just average.

He Yu glanced up and down several times before finally buying candied hawthorn berries and an outdoor water bottle, spending a total of 35 copper coins and leaving him with 43.

The waterproof cotton shoes were quite nice, but they cost 80 copper coins, so He Yu had to give up on them.

Once I've completed the task and have the money, I'll take it!

He Shi always wore those mid-calf boots.

When He Shi was kidnapped by the Li family, the tips of his shoes were scratched, and he held the boots and felt sorry for them for a long time.

He always took good care of those wool socks, washing them whenever they got even a little dirty, but a couple of days ago he washed them and they developed a hole in them.

He Shi held the socks and felt heartbroken for a long time.

He Yu felt both pity and guilt upon seeing this.

It's all my fault as a guardian for being incompetent; I couldn't even afford a new pair of shoes and socks, causing my child to suffer for no reason.

woo woo woo...

After buying the items, He Yu took out an outdoor water bottle from the warehouse and looked at it.

The flat-shaped stainless steel kettle has a black rope around the spout, making it convenient to carry around in your pocket or boil directly over a fire.

He Yu gave it to He Shi.

He Shi usually drinks snow water; unless someone gives it to him, He Yu has never seen him drink hot water.

It's the dead of winter, but thankfully he's lived like this since he was a child and has become accustomed to this kind of diet.

If it were someone else, they would probably suffer from diarrhea alone.

After receiving the kettle, He Shi studied it for a while, mainly finding it difficult to open the rotating lid.

After we figure out what this thing does.

He filled the jug with snow, tied it to a rope with a tree branch, and then lit a small fire underneath it.

Open flames are prohibited on the streets of Yuanshan County. Anyone caught doing so will be taken to the county government office, detained for ten days, and fined.

Because this alley was so remote, He Shi dared to light a fire only occasionally, and not for too long. He usually used it to melt snow and make water.

The water in the small kettle boiled quickly.

Through the screen, He Yun could see billowing steam rising from the spout of the kettle, the rising water vapor meeting the cool air and drifting away in mid-air.

He Shi got burned when he took the pot, so he carefully lifted it down by the rope and extinguished the fire immediately.

He burned himself again while drinking the water.

He Yu couldn't help but laugh as he watched the man's face contort as he frantically fanned his tongue with his hand.

After laughing for a while, He Yu fell silent.

He Shi struggled to live for eleven years, never even drinking boiled water or eating a few hot meals.

He was like a tenacious weed, shallow-rooted and light-bodied, easily trampled by anyone, and easily stripped of his vitality by strong winds, frost, snow and rain.

But it still desperately absorbs the meager nutrients, its thin branches and leaves enduring the onslaught of storms, living silently and painfully.

He Shi placed the kettle on his lap, took a sip every now and then, and slowly finished the kettle of water.

He filled another jug ​​with snow, screwed the lid on, and placed it in the box under the haystack.

Then he lay down on the haystack, pulled over a neatly folded cloak and covered himself with it, and closed his eyes.

He Yu watched in surprise as He Shi gradually fell asleep, then peeked at the sky in the game through the screen.

Wait a minute, why would He Shi be sleeping in the middle of the day?

He had never taken a nap before.

And it's quite unusual that he came back so early today.

But He Yu didn't dwell on it for long; she was just too tired.

After taking one last look at He Shi's obedient sleeping face, He Yu, as usual, gave him two steamed buns and a bowl of egg drop soup, then quit the game, turned off the light, and snuggled into bed, falling into a deep sleep.

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In Shuozhou, darkness falls exceptionally early in winter. As night descends, the once bustling and vibrant county town is enveloped in darkness, falling into a state of tranquility and chill.

The night wind whistled softly through the cracks in the shack walls, and the faint barking of dogs could be heard from not far away.

The shack was quiet and empty.

In the north of the city, on a street further north than North Commercial Street, two beggars huddled in a half-collapsed courtyard, shivering.

The two huddled together, sitting in the only intact corner of the dilapidated house, with sticks and stones beside them. Neither dared to sleep.

One of the younger ones sat inside, hunching his shoulders, and whispered, "Brother Scarface, Six hasn't come back yet. Do you think he's...?"

"Stop jinxing it!"

Old Scar was peering out through the broken half of the wooden door when he heard this, so he turned around and glared fiercely at Xiao Si who had spoken.

He had a scar across his left temple and the corner of his mouth, slanted eyes, and messy eyebrows, giving him a fierce appearance. However, the faint bruises on his face ruined his fierceness and instead made him look somewhat comical.

"Scarface, let's go. Let's leave a mark for Six so he can come back and find us. This place is really eerie; we can't stay here any longer!"

This time, the usually timid Xiao Si did not obey Lao Ba's orders. He retorted to him in a low but excited voice.

He almost tucked his neck into his shoulders, his eyes darting nervously around, his hands trembling nervously.

This long-abandoned courtyard was a backup place for the four of them to stay.

More than half a month ago, the four brothers were captured by the Li family and severely punished without any explanation.

He originally thought he was going to die there, but unexpectedly he escaped during the chaos at the Li residence.

Escaping alive should have been a cause for celebration, but they were all injured, especially Zhao Fan, who developed a fever that night.

Unable to afford medical treatment or medicine, Zhao Fan died on the afternoon of the third day. The remaining three people dragged his injured body to a mass grave and buried him.

This wouldn't have been a problem at first, but something bad happened the next day.