I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

"One stick of incense..."

Xu Jiaqun's repeated murmurs could be heard from inside the carriage.

At this moment, the servant beside him revealed a sinister expression:

"Young master, would you like me to cut your throat...?" he said, making a gesture as if cutting his own throat.

Xu Jiaqun took a deep breath and looked at the servant with a blank expression.

Then he slapped it!

"Snapped!"

The slap made the servant's ears ring.

"Are you stupid?"

"Do you think Huo Dongqu came to the main hall today simply to recount some matters?"

"Can't you use your brain before you do something?!"

"This boy is best won over; we must never antagonize him!"

"Go! Bring me eight catties of the finest spirit rice that I've been hoarding!"

The servant, somewhat dazed after being slapped, asked timidly:

"Should we give this to Cheng Laiyun?"

*Smack!*

Xu Jiaqun slapped him again, then withdrew his hand and said coldly:

"I've been following you, young master, for so long."

"You don't even know how to give a gift?"

"Deliver it to Cheng Laiyun's house! Tell his family that this was a gift from me to Cheng Laiyun, and that Cheng Laiyun asked you to deliver it to his house."

"Do you understand?"

……

The servant was speechless.

His face showed only admiration.

…………

Big Locust Tree Village.

The Zhao family.

My cousin Cheng Lingqiao, her husband Zhao Huaili, and her mother-in-law Zhao.

The three sat around a simple dining table.

There was only a dish of pickled vegetables and a few bowls of white rice on the table.

The atmosphere was somewhat somber.

Zhao Huaili remained silent, only shoveling rice into his mouth.

"Don't just eat rice, eat some vegetables too." Zhao looked at her eldest son with some heartache.

Regarding this statement.

Zhao Huaili ignored him, lost in thought as he shoveled rice into his mouth.

Inside the room.

The only sound was the clinking of bowls and chopsticks.

Cheng Lingqiao's eyes were also vacant; she held her chopsticks, her eyes fixed on the dining table.

The couple portrayed the characters' utter despair and disorientation to the fullest extent.

"If you can't learn martial arts, then don't. Can't you support your family by working as a blacksmith?"

Looking at her son and daughter-in-law's dejected faces, Zhao sighed and offered words of comfort:

"Perhaps my Zhao family is just not destined for that fate."

These words were spoken.

Zhao Huaili's hand paused.

The chopsticks in my hand ultimately failed to fall to the ground.

"Snap~"

"Mother...it's my fault...I'm useless..."

The burly man could no longer hold back his scalding tears.

Zhao Huaili's mouth was stuffed with white rice, his eyes were bloodshot, and this man who had spent his whole life forging iron was now crying like a child.

"Top-grade spiritual rice... I asked, it costs six hundred taels of silver per pound!"

"I...I can't afford to support Xiaohu!!"

After inquiring about the price of that top-quality spiritual rice, he never straightened his back again.

Six hundred taels of silver.

Where is he going to get it?

Cheng Lingqiao stared blankly at her husband's out-of-control appearance.

My heart is breaking.

Tears streamed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

She didn't expect it either.

The martial arts techniques that Xiao Hu practices actually require him to supplement his practice with a pound of top-quality spiritual rice every month in order to cultivate them.

Moreover, Xiao Hu has already mastered the basics, so changing his cultivation method has become a pipe dream.

Moreover, it takes five months of using top-grade spiritual rice to stabilize one's cultivation level...

Five months would cost three thousand taels of silver.

This amount of silver was an astronomical sum for their family.

Can't even think about it.

"Ugh."

Zhao could only sigh.

Her already aged face now looked ten years older.

As if remembering something, she turned her gaze to Cheng Lingqiao.

His lips twitched a few times.

He finally spoke up:

"Qiao Niang, didn't Lai Yun become the junior brother of the eldest daughter of the Xu family?"

"Do you think you could ask him to think of a solution..."

"When we spent money to find him a job, we didn't hesitate for a second..."

Cheng Lingqiao snapped out of her daze, but before she could speak, Zhao Huaili, who was standing beside her, flatly refused:

"no."

"Mother, Laiyun has only recently become acquainted with that Miss Xu."

"Making him ask for help at this time would only harm him."

"Wasn't I just thinking of Xiaohu's best interests? Xiaohu calls him uncle too..." Zhao Shi said somewhat resentfully at Zhao Huaili's reprimand.

Upon hearing her husband's words, Cheng Lingqiao choked up and couldn't speak.

She knew, of course, that her husband was thinking of his cousin in every way precisely because he cared about her.

Seeing this, Zhao's expectant gaze gradually dimmed, and she simply turned her head to the side and stopped speaking.

The atmosphere fell silent once again.

"Knock knock knock".

The atmosphere was broken by a dull knock on the door.

"Is this Zhao Huaili's house?"

The knocking was accompanied by an unfamiliar voice.

Zhao Huaili's face froze for a moment, then he quickly got up, wiped away his tears, tried to regain his composure, and walked towards the door:

"This is my home, you are..."

After opening the door, he saw several unfamiliar servants.

"The young master is Xu Jiaqun's page from the Xu Family Cloth Shop."

"Cheng Laiyun performed exceptionally well at the Martial Arts Academy, and my young master specially rewarded him with eight catties of top-grade spirit rice!"

"Who knew that after I delivered it, Cheng Laiyun didn't keep it, but instead asked me to bring the spirit rice to his house..."

The servant couldn't think of such a way to give gifts.

But if you listen and do as instructed, there shouldn't be any problem.

Eight catties... top-grade... spirit rice? ??

Zhao Huaili stood there, stunned.

He looked at the servant boy in front of him, whose mouth was opening and closing.

My head was buzzing.

……

The servant didn't linger; he gave a few instructions and then left.

But the Zhao family members inside the house couldn't calm down no matter what.

"Ouch!"

"Laiyun... ptooey! Look at this old woman's mouth!"

"Master Cheng! If I ever dare to say another bad word about Master Cheng again, may I die a horrible death!!"

"Oh my! I knew Chu Huaili had married a lucky star! And it's true!"

"Qiao Niang! You are the lucky star of our Zhao family!!"

These words.

Even Cheng Lingqiao couldn't figure it out.

She looked at Zhao somewhat awkwardly:

"Mom, I'm going to do the laundry..."

"Huh?! How can we let Lucky Star do such rough work!"

"Qiao Niang, you sit down, this old woman will go wash!"

Zhao didn't know where she got the strength, but she picked up the clothes that weighed more than ten kilograms and walked outside.

Singing as I walk:

"The Cheng family is blessed with great fortune!"

"The God of Wealth has come to bring us money!"

The singing filled the air, and everyone in the entire Big Locust Tree Village looked at each other in bewilderment.

…………

Xu's Cloth Shop, Martial Arts Academy

"Is this for me?"

Cheng Laiyun blinked a few times, looking at the row of gleaming gold ingots on the table.

For a moment, I felt a little short of breath.

Money! This is all real money!

The young lady was standing in front of him.

Xu Jiayin, dressed in a pink ribbon dress and adorned with gold hairpins and jade beads, looked like a fairy from heaven.

Seeing the restraint on Cheng Laiyun's face, she finally couldn't help but smile and burst into a triumphant laugh:

"Cheng Laiyun, you really made me look good in front of that annoying cousin!"

"Ha ha!"

"Having you is truly my blessing!"

"These are just appetizers!"

"If you have any other requests, please feel free to make them!"

Uh.

Cheng Laiyun had no idea what had happened from beginning to end.

But seeing the young lady's triumphant smile...

He could also guess that he must have unintentionally done the young lady a great favor.

"Oh, how could I possibly accept this?"

Cheng Laiyun rubbed his hands together, his eyes brightening as he stared at Xu Jiayin in front of him.