Chapter 153: Misunderstanding

Noon.

Dongzhu, Dongzhu, what's inside the cloth bag beside our dining table?

A surprised voice woke Wang Ping'an from his cultivation; he instinctively opened his eyes and looked up, seeing his grandparents returning from farm work to eat, while his mother was still busy in the kitchen.

Coincidentally.

Liu Dongzhu walked in from outside carrying a plate of vegetables, hearing Zhang Guihua's words, she couldn't help but reply: 'Mother, the cloth bag contains rice!'

"Rice? Where did the rice come from?"

Zhang Guihua instinctively spoke; at this time it's the rice planting season, far from rice maturity, with a long way to go, let alone harvest.

She couldn't fathom how a bag of rice had appeared beside the dining table in their main hall.

"Mother, isn't this rice you brought back?"

Liu Dongzhu's face was full of surprise; seeing Zhang Guihua's completely puzzled expression, she explained:

"I just woke up this morning and saw an extra cloth bag beside our dining table; when I opened it, I saw it contained grain. I first checked the granary and found the grain there hadn't decreased."

"I wondered if you had borrowed rice from someone, and they returned it today!"

"How could that be? These past years have had favorable weather and abundant harvests everywhere; who would need to borrow grain?"

Zhang Guihua shook her head and denied: "What's more, the rice is still in the seedling stage; they haven't been transplanted yet, and it's still months until maturity."

"Even if someone borrowed our grain, they wouldn't return it until at least a few months after the harvest; how could they return it so early?"

"Then this grain..."

Before Liu Dongzhu could finish speaking, Wang Lin eagerly interrupted: 'Dongzhu, could this grain have been sent by that Lord Luo?'

"What Lord Luo? This is mine, the rice I painstakingly cultivated, alright?"

Wang Ping'an snorted in dissatisfaction.

Earlier this morning.

As his cultivation ended, taking advantage of his mother still being asleep, he immediately directed the paper person to rummage through the house, found a cloth bag, placed the harvested rice inside, and secretly put it beside the dining table.

Unexpectedly.

Who would have thought it would be mistaken as being sent by Luo Quan!

Although he said that, Wang Ping'an wasn't angry; instead, he hoped his family would think of Luo Quan, so that later he would send them gifts.

His family would only think of Luo Quan, and thus have no suspicions.

Naturally.

He has to thank his master Xuanqing Daozhang for the reminder; otherwise his family wouldn't have associated it with Luo Quan.

"Impossible, what kind of person is that Lord Luo? During this period he's sent us several treasures, but rice stalks aren't treasures; how could he possibly sneak them to our house?"

Liu Dongzhu questioned.

Not long ago.

Seeing another item appear beside the family dining table, she suspected it might have been secretly sent by Luo Quan, but after she clearly saw what was inside the bag, she became certain it wasn't sent by Luo Quan.

Luo Quan's identity had been explained in detail by Xuanqing Daozhang once, and she listened very attentively.

After all, according to Xuanqing Daozhang's words, once her family's Ping'an grows up, he will learn skills from Xuanqing Daozhang, and after mastering all of Xuanqing Daozhang's abilities, he will be sent to Luo Quan to study as an apprentice.

Under these circumstances, it's hard for her not to care about Luo Quan.

He serves in the Luo Family of the Prefecture City Dao Cultivation and the Demon Suppression Office...

Without exaggeration, perhaps hardly anyone in Qingyang County can compare to Luo Quan; given his status, what treasure could he lack?

How could he possibly sneak rice stalks to their house for no reason?

"No, Dongzhu, you've got it wrong; this rice might actually have been sent by that Lord Luo!"

Wang Lin glanced at the rice in the bag, seeming to have discovered something, his face full of envy. Not just him, any farming family would feel the same.

Seeing both Liu Dongzhu and Zhang Guihua looking puzzled, it was obvious they didn't understand his meaning.

Wang Lin spoke again to explain: 'Dongzhu, look closely; these rice stalks are obviously freshly harvested, and now is the rice planting season, not the maturity season.'

"Besides that Lord Luo, who else could possibly obtain freshly harvested rice at this time?"

"Dad, if you hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have noticed!"

While speaking, Liu Dongzhu quickly walked to the bag, reached in and grabbed a handful of rice stalks, still moist, and said: 'These rice stalks really are just harvested!'

At that moment.

She believed it; that extra bag of rice beside her dining table was sent by Luo Quan.

Zhang Guihua exclaimed in surprise: 'Old man, you say how could that Lord Luo inexplicably send rice stalks to our house when we aren't lacking grain?'

"Who knows? Maybe these rice stalks have some benefit we don't know about!"

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Wang Lin grabbed the bag and strode outdoors, saying as he walked: 'Let's first dry these rice stalks, then invite Xuanqing Daozhang over; perhaps he'll know what's going on with these rice stalks.'

"I'll go to the Daoist temple right now to fetch Xuanqing Daozhang!"

Zhang Guihua said impatiently.

Just as Wang Lin arrived at his courtyard carrying the bag, he saw a carriage outside the fence bearing a large 'Luo' flag; when the carriage stopped, the warriors following it dismounted, and Luo Taiqing emerged from inside.

Wang Lin warmly greeted: 'Lord Luo, may I ask what brings you to our home?'

"Old Uncle Wang..."

Luo Taiqing was about to explain his purpose when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Lin spreading an old straw mat in the courtyard, opening the nearby cloth bag, and pouring its contents onto the mat.

The rice stalks poured from the bag instantly caught Luo Taiqing's attention.

He is from a wealthy family, indeed never having worked the fields himself, but his family does own land, not a small area, and he clearly remembers the planting and harvesting seasons of crops.

Nowadays, families with fields have all started rice seedling cultivation; even the earliest starters have only just begun transplanting rice seedlings, still far from maturity, not yet a harvest opportunity.

He just couldn't figure out where the rice stalks in Wang Lin's bag came from.

He had excellent eyesight; at a glance he could see that the rice Wang Lin poured out from the cloth bag was freshly harvested, obviously not last year's produce.

Character: Luo Taiqing exclaimed in shock: "Old Uncle Wang, where did you get this grain?"

"This, this, this…"

Wang Lin hemmed and hawed, not knowing how to answer; the matter of Luo Quan could be said to be their family secret, and he hastily changed his tone, saying: "I don't yet know, Old Sir Luo, what business you have come to our house for?"

He understood the principle that an innocent man incurs guilt by possessing a precious jade.

If outsiders found out, would Luo Quan possibly send treasures to their home…

It would very likely invite others' malice!

The whole family had the talisman box Luo Quan gave them for protection; even if demons and monsters came to do harm, it was unlikely they could injure a single hair of any family member.

But while one fears not the ten thousand but the one, even merely frightening his family's Ping'an is not good.

This matter.

It's better not to say it if possible!

(End of chapter)