Chapter 10: A Pocket Grandpa Isn't Easy to Be

An Luo bought five Peace Talismans in one go.

It wasn't that she didn't want to buy more — the discounted item was simply limited per customer.

"Space Fragment?"

Note: One fragment adds 1 cubic meter of space, original price, now 199.99, purchase limit 0/5.

An Luo placed the order without a moment's hesitation.

"Thirty thousand was already spent, a few hundred more won't make a difference — I'll find a time to have Zaituan shake off the Jiedai and raid the homes of those Corrupt Officials."

An Luo was immersed in the joy of reaping bargains and couldn't pull herself away; only when her alarm rang did she realize—

She'd spent another two thousand!

An Luo let out a long sigh to the heavens.

Being a pocket grandpa really isn't easy.

She resignedly stood up, cleared the dining table, ate two custard buns, and headed to the Bian Li Dian full of fighting spirit.

She was going to haul bricks!

Haul bricks, earn money, raise Zaituan!

An Luo, who was driving, didn't notice her phone buzz once in her bag — a message popped up on the screen.

Current points are sufficient; upgrade will now begin. Estimated time: forty-eight hours. The Time-Space Gate will be temporarily closed during the upgrade…

Dayin Dynasty.

"Great-Great-Grandmother, try this little bun, it's really delicious."

A bun?

Surely the little fellow grabbed the wrong thing?

Cheng Old Madam smiled at the corners of her mouth and took the Walnut Bun from her great-grandson's hands.

The feel of it in her hand made her eyes widen slightly.

It wasn't a real walnut at all!

She gently pried it open, and a rich, sweet fragrance rushed out — white paste wrapped around a walnut kernel.

Cheng Old Madam took a small bite.

The outer skin was soft and glutinous, also sweet, and the filling inside was fragrant and sweet.

Delicious!

As expected of an Immortal's food — pretty to look at and delicious to eat.

But then again, the Immortal really dotes on Yu'an.

Just this one little bun alone — not to mention the novel shape — actually had this much sugar in it.

Seeing her eat it with such obvious relish, Yu'an took out another one.

"Great-Great-Grandmother, have another one."

Cheng Old Madam shook her head.

"One is enough for Great-Great-Grandmother. Yu'an should keep the rest for yourself."

Don't let down the Immortal's kind intentions.

"Fairy Sister gave so many, enough for our whole family to eat."

Saying so, Xiao Yu'an fetched the basket the villagers had brought food in last night and began taking out buns.

"One for Great-Great-Grandmother, one for Grandmother… one for Uncle Cheng Feng, one for Uncle Cheng Huo."

In no time at all, the basket was filled up.

Yu'an patted her little hands and looked up at her great-great-grandmother.

"Everyone gets one!"

Cheng Old Madam asked with a smile: "What about Yu'an's? Aren't you going to eat one yourself?"

"Yu'an…"

The little fellow looked at the fragrant, soft walnut bun, swallowed some saliva, turned her head to look away, and rubbed her little belly.

"Yu'an has already eaten!"

Suddenly, her eyes went wide and round, she reached up to feel her head, and her little mouth unconsciously opened wide too.

Cheng Old Madam also widened her eyes in surprise.

"Great-Great-Grandmother…"

"Yu'an, on your neck…"

The two of them exclaimed almost at the same time.

"The box got bigger!"

"Yu'an, what is that on your neck?"

Cheng Yu'an looked down and saw a small red cloth pouch hanging around his neck, embroidered with mysterious patterns.

He opened it and found a piece of Yellow Talisman Paper folded into three corners inside.

He pressed his lips together and puffed out his cheeks.

That rotten National Preceptor had searched out something just like this under the Ancestral Hall, and then arrested their whole family!

An Luo, while waiting at a red light, heard the sound and took a moment to type out a line.

【This is a Peace Talisman Elder Sister bought for you. Yu'an must wear it close to your body.】

Hearing this voice, the anger on Yu'an's face faded, and she nodded obediently.

【Okay, thank you Fairy Sister.】

She tucked the small cloth pouch inside her clothes, placed it together with the Small Wooden Token, and then patted her little chest.

"The Fairy Sister gave it to me—a Peace Talisman!"

So it was for protection?

Cheng Old Madam suddenly recalled what Yu'an had said earlier.

"You said the chest got bigger?"

Speaking of this, Yu'an grew very excited, gesturing with both hands and feet.

"It got really big."

He looked around the room.

"As big as a whole room."

Hearing this, Cheng Old Madam also excitedly clenched her fists.

It's actually that big?

That could hold quite a lot of things.

If they could gather more food and clothing, once they reached Bei Huang, their lives would be much better, wouldn't they?

It's just a pity the Jiedai have been following them the whole way and won't allow them to act alone.

Oh right!

Qiuyun the Yao Tou can!

She's not a prisoner—she can secretly take Yu'an out to buy things!

Just as she was thinking this, the door was knocked.

Meng Shi called out from outside, holding two bowls of thin porridge.

"Pomo, it's time to eat."

Hearing this voice, Cheng Old Madam instinctively looked at the Walnut Bun in the basket.

After a moment's thought, she called out toward the door.

"Come in."

After Meng Shi came in and set the porridge on the table, she noticed the Walnut Bun in the basket. Though surprised inside, she only glanced once, then quietly shifted her gaze away.

"Pomo, Wu Meng said we set out in half a shichen."

Cheng Old Madam nodded, then told her to gather all the Cheng Family members.

Soon, the Cheng Family women had all assembled.

Cheng Old Madam placed one hand on Yu'an's shoulder and looked at them as she slowly began to speak.

"Do you know why the Cheng Family Ancestral Teachings include the rule against taking concubines?"

The women shook their heads.

Cheng Old Madam explained.

"It's because over a hundred years ago, our ancestor met an Immortal. That person greatly disliked—indeed, one might say despised—men who took multiple wives and concubines. So the Cheng Family ancestor, to please the Immortal, wrote 'No descendant of the Cheng Family may take concubines' into the Ancestral Teachings."

The women widened their eyes in astonishment.

"An Immortal?!"

Cheng Old Madam rubbed Yu'an's head, a smile on her lips.

"That's right, an Immortal."

"You all saw what happened last night, didn't you?"

Meng Shi and Wang Shi, the sisters-in-law, exchanged a glance.

The medicine Yu'an had taken out yesterday, and the miraculous phenomenon during the nighttime assassination attempt.

Of course they were curious, but as long as Pomo didn't speak of it, they absolutely wouldn't ask.

"The heirloom passed down through the Cheng Family for generations is a Divine Artifact that can summon deities, and the current Divine Favored One is Yu'an."

"What?!"

The women stared in disbelief, eyes wide.

They gazed blankly at a certain Small Dumpling.

Immortals truly exist in this world?!

And the one who can commune with the gods came from their Cheng Family—and it's the youngest, Yu'an?!

This is simply too incredible!

"Keep all this in your hearts; under no circumstances let it leak."

The women hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"Yes."

Cheng Old Madam pushed Yu'an's back, urging him to step forward two paces.

"The reason I'm telling you all this is that the Immortal summons Yu'an to his side to teach him every day, and the Immortal has also bestowed a kind of divine power."

Having said this, she looked at Yu'an.

"Show your Grandmother and the others."

Under the burning gazes of several Ancestors, Xiao Yu'an smiled shyly and stretched out his hand. The originally empty, fair little palm, the next moment, produced a bright red fruit.

Cheng Family women:!!!

Cheng Qiuluo stepped forward, took it in hand, and examined it.

"Isn't this the same kind of fruit as yesterday?"

With a little wave of Yu'an's small hand, a section of the table leg broke off, and on the somewhat unsteady table appeared a pile of identical fruits.

No more, no less—exactly twelve, and counting the one in Cheng Qiuluo's hand, thirteen.

The little fellow grinned.

"One for each!"

Cheng Old Madam smiled and shook her head.

"Set aside six for us to share, and let Yu'an put the rest away first."

The six apples were divided into thirteen portions.

Each person held their own piece, nibbling it with care.

Cheng Qiuluo gobbled hers down in two or three bites, then carefully licked the juice from her fingers.

"The fruit the Immortal gave really is sweet!"

Cheng Qiuruo took small bites one after another, nodding in agreement.

Seeing Cheng Qiuluo had finished, Cheng Old Madam had her take two walnut buns and two pieces of apple to deliver to Cheng Jiuling and her mother.

Three portions of walnut buns and three portions of fruit were left aside, kept for Cheng Qiuyun and the two guards.

Meanwhile, after Cheng Qiuyun entered the city with the guards and that bandit, she overheard people whispering at a small tea stall.

A burly, broad-shouldered man said in a low voice.

"Did you hear? Last night Ma County Magistrate was assassinated at his residence and died on the spot!"

Cheng Qiuyun and the guards exchanged a glance.

Dead?!