After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

Although the mother dog and her puppies were all thin and frail, once they were wrapped up and lifted, their weight was so great that even Zhang He and Hu San Niang alone could hardly lift them.

The two men wrapped up the mother dog and her puppies in the haystack, tied them securely with a rope made of roughly twisted hay, and dragged them halfway out of the alley.

Passing by the needlework granny, Hu San Niang, having recovered, couldn't help but linger and exchange a few pleasantries.

"How pitiful. Just now, these puppies were still warm to the touch. No wonder they were in such a hurry to steal food."

After saying this, the old woman and the others sighed again. The old woman tore off half a piece of red cloth and handed it to Hu San Niang, saying, "...Bury it along with them, so that they may be reborn into a good family in their next life and not be stray dogs again."

Hu Sanniang thanked her and accepted the gift before heading out of town.

"Don't lose track."

Zhang He looked after the two children, constantly giving them instructions. Xu An and Xu Zhuzhu, the two children, kept following closely behind, watching their mother's clothes.

"An'an, stay close and hold your sister's hand tightly."

There were many kidnappers in ancient times, especially during market days when there were many people coming and going. If you weren't careful, you would regret it.

So much so that every time the brother and sister had only taken two steps, their mother would turn back and give them some instructions.

The group didn't go too far, but they carefully chose a good spot to bury the dog.

On the way back, the group was much quieter. Xu An was still upset about the dog, which was evident from his gloomy expression.

Even so, he held Xu Zhuzhu's hand tightly, not daring to relax for a moment, after all, he could still understand what was more important.

"Brother, don't be sad. They will definitely be puppies with plenty of food and clothing in their next life."

Seeing her brother looking sullen, Xu Zhuzhu felt bad and said some kind words to try to comfort him.

Or perhaps this red bead truly has the power to bring the dead back to life and heal flesh and bones, but merely healing has already severely damaged its vitality. If another so-called "miracle" were to occur, it might be rendered useless.

Besides, the healing process was being performed using a person's vital energy, so she dared not gamble.

After all, everything has its limits. Her subconscious was telling her that this assumption was not something to gamble on, so she could only try to comfort her brother in another way.

"really?"

A glimmer of hope appeared in Xu An's sorrowful eyes.

She laughed heartily. She still had a way with a little kid. It was just a matter of life and death. She could just beautify it with a few words and spout some grand principles, and it would naturally pass.

She rested her chin on her hand and lowered her voice mysteriously, saying, "Of course it's true. Think about Grandma. When she passed away, didn't Mother say that Grandma has become a star in the sky? In the next life, we will be able to meet Grandma again."

Xu Zhuzhu was just "talking off the cuff." She said she didn't know if her mother had said it or not, but that's how it's always portrayed in TV dramas. When the main character's relatives pass away, they usually use the excuse of turning into stars in the sky, and so on.

He wasn't afraid that his brother wouldn't believe him.

Unexpectedly, Xu An pondered for a moment, then frowned and said softly with some hesitation, "But Zhuzhu, Father once said that scholars should believe in the saying 'The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits,' cherish the present moment, for a person only has one life and no next life."

Xu Zhuzhu's wide-open mouth, ready to burst into laughter, froze instantly.

She never expected that her brother, who was only a young age, had already received very formal "materialist" education from his father, which led Xu An to have his own understanding of life and death.

Her rather naive way of speaking really doesn't suit Xu An.

Xu Zhuzhu scratched her head, then her eyes lit up again. "That's what Daddy said before, it doesn't count. Think about it, if there really are no gods, then where did Grandpa Whitebeard come from?"

She leaned closer to Xu An's ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Brother, if you think about it carefully, you'll know where all the food in our house came from. Could it all be fake, just a dream?"

These words did indeed have some effect.

Xu An, whose face was full of confusion, seemed to have found some kind of solace, and his eyes suddenly became much clearer.

“Zhuzhu is right.”

He stared intently at Xu Zhuzhu, his tone still hesitant, but now with a hint of certainty.

Unexpectedly, the two children's innocent words attracted Hu Sanniang's attention. Even though she didn't understand what they were saying, she remembered Xu Zhuzhu's words with her keen senses.

"What white-bearded old man? Which deity is he?"

As she walked, she also incorporated the two children's conversation into her talk with Zhang He.

Perhaps in the past, Xu Zhuzhu would have thought that in feudal society, when technology was underdeveloped, there were many things that were just for show, especially strange and unusual stories.

However, the vast majority of these are merely subjective guesses and cannot prove that those things actually exist.

But now, she's really particular about these things and has no choice but to believe in them.

Of course, she believed it, but she still adhered to the age-old principle that if you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear.

Xu Zhuzhu was taken aback when she heard Hu Sanniang's question.

In contrast, Zhang He, standing to the side, showed no unusual reaction, and calmly explained:

“When we were in Qingzhou, my father had a painting of Laozi. He later gave it to my child’s father and hung it in his study. My child saw it every day and probably liked it very much. One night, he even dreamed about it.”

"She also said that Laozi gave her many books, but unfortunately she couldn't read them and couldn't read them at all. She cried loudly in distress, which scared me so much that I thought something had happened..."

Zhang He smiled helplessly as she spoke.

Listening to her mother's vivid description, she recounted in great detail how Xu Zhuzhu woke up crying and begging for a hug, as if these events were happening right before her eyes.

While Hu Sanniang listened attentively, Xu Zhuzhu also listened to every word. If she didn't know that her mother was making things up, she would have believed it herself.

But Hu San Niang didn't know this; she even took it seriously.

Not only that, she also excitedly shared what she had seen and heard, saying, "This is great news! When I was little, my father told me that there was once a man in Tingzhou Prefecture who was illiterate, but one day he suddenly passed the imperial examination and later became the top scholar! That's what he said when people asked him how it happened."

“He Niang, you can’t say that. After all, she’s someone who received guidance from a deity. Who knows, our Zhuzhu might become a famous figure in the world in the future.”

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhuzhu was completely embarrassed, sweat beading on her forehead. It wasn't that she didn't believe it, but rather that it was truly an exaggeration.