"yes."

Chen Guan said meaningfully.

The Chen family had suffered misfortune in the past. If they hadn't met Qin Luo and the others, Chen Youyu might have been left without any relatives or friends. Qin Luo felt it was very meaningful to help them through their difficulties.

At noon, the village was filled with the aroma of cooking. Qin Luo and the others sat together, and the table was set with home-style dishes. Xiao Die served rice to everyone.

Chen Guan asked in confusion, "Do we have cured meat at home?"

Chen Youyu shook his head, "Grandpa, we haven't had any cured meat in our family for a long time."

Chen Guan bowed to Qin Luo and said, "Immortal Master, I'm so sorry, even the meat is yours."

"Don't worry about it, the best thing is still the rice. This fragrant rice is the result of your hard work in growing it." Qin Luo nodded repeatedly as he ate the rice. "This fresh rice is so fragrant. You should try it."

Chen Guan picked up his bowl and ate his rice. His mouth was trembling, and two tears rolled down his cheeks. "I've been growing rice for decades, and this is the first time I've ever eaten new rice!"

Chen Youyu nodded in agreement, "New rice tastes better."

Xuan Qing tilted his head, somewhat puzzled, "Haven't you ever eaten new rice before?"

Chen Youyu nodded, "Most of the new rice each year is bought up by rice merchants, and the rest is stored in rice warehouses. Every year we eat last year's old rice because we are afraid of having nothing to eat in years of disaster. Although we haven't had a famine for many years, this habit has not changed."

Xuanqing suddenly realized, "This feels pretty good, it's just a bit of a pity that we can't eat the new rice."

Qin Luo asked curiously, "Have you ever been to Longhu Temple?"

Chen Guan and Chen Youyu shook their heads at the same time. "We are usually very busy at home. Longhu Temple is far away from us. We have always wanted to go but never had the chance. The door god portraits in our house were brought back by the village chief from Jinyang City. I heard the story of Longhu Temple from the village chief's grandson. They are the only ones in the village who have been to Longhu Temple."

“My grandfather was seriously ill. I originally planned to go to Longhu Temple to pray for him after the rice harvest, but I didn’t expect to meet the immortal master at home.”

Qin Luo said earnestly, "If you have time, you can come to Longhu Temple. If you need anything or encounter any trouble, you don't need to go to Longhu Temple. You can tell the door god, and he will find a way for you. Remember, sincerity is key."

"Thank you for your teachings, Immortal Master."

Chen Youyu nodded heavily. He had seen the door god speak to Qin Luo and now believed in the door god's existence.

After eating and drinking their fill, Qin Luo and the others prepared to continue their journey. Chen Youyu quickly said, "Immortal Master, please don't leave yet. I'll get you a bag of fresh rice."

"One bag of rice isn't enough, we need two bags."

Chen Guan said, leaning on a wooden stick.

Qin Luo smiled and shook his head. He waved his hand and said seriously, "Xiao Chen, you must take good care of Grandpa. We live on dew and don't need these grains."

Chen Guan said in a deep voice, "Immortal Master, how about we donate these two bags of rice to Longhu Temple?"

Qin Luo chuckled and said, "Little Chen isn't young anymore. You should save the rice to sell for money so he can get a wife."

“The Immortal Master is right.”

Chen Guan nodded with a smile. He had always hoped that Chen Youyu could get married soon and continue the Chen family line.

"Immortal Master, I will never forget your kindness." Chen Youyu bowed to Qin Luo and the others.

Xuanqing handed Chen Youyu two wild fruits and said crisply, "I picked these in the mountains, you're welcome."

Chen Youyu accepted the wild fruit and took down the slingshot hanging on the wall. "This is fun, I'll give it to you."

He saw that Xuanqing liked to play with bamboo dragonflies, and knowing that He loved to play, he gave him his favorite slingshot.

Xuanqing asked curiously, "How do you play this?"

"I'll teach you."

Chen Youyu demonstrated for Xuanqing.

Xuanqing, holding the wooden slingshot, asked curiously, "What is this slingshot usually used for?"

Chen Youyu replied with a smile, "It's usually used for hunting birds. Before the autumn harvest, many birds come to the fields to steal rice."

"This is good!"

Xuan Qing nodded with a smile.

"These are the stones I picked up."

"Thanks."

Xuanqing put the stone into his pocket.

"Immortal Master, you are welcome to come to my house for dinner anytime. We only eat newly harvested rice." Chen Youyu waved his hand vigorously.

Xuan Qing approached Qin Luo with a slingshot, grinning, "Big brother, I have a weapon now!"

Qin Luo rubbed Xuanqing's head and said earnestly, "It's okay to play with it, but you can't use it to damage crops and small animals."

"I know."

Xuanqing nodded, "I only shoot bad birds."

Hua Ying raised an eyebrow and said seriously, "There are quite a few bad birds in the Purple Cloud Mountains."

Xuan Qing stood with his hands on his hips, looking confident. "Fairy sister, I'll take care of the bad bird then."

"We need to teach her a lesson."

Hua Ying nodded with a smile.

Qin Luo knew that Hua Ying was talking about the little dumpling. He rubbed Xuan Qing's head and said, "Good and evil are hard to distinguish. Sometimes they are not what we see with our eyes. We have to feel with our hearts."

"I see."

Xuanqing nodded obediently.

...

Two weeks later.

Qin Luo and his group arrived at Linjiang Town.

They traveled very slowly during this period, and with the long autumn days, Xuanqing often dozed off on the way.

Qin Luo arrived at the riverbank and saw Yao Qingshan's small boat, on which hung peach charms written by Yao Qingshan.

The small boat was patched and manicured, looking very old and worn. The boatman was not Yao Qingshan, but a middle-aged strong man.

As Qin Luo approached, the middle-aged man asked warmly, "Sir, would you like to take a boat or cross the river?"

“This little boat looks familiar. I rode on Mr. Yao’s boat many years ago. How is he doing now?”

“My dad is in good health. He has been resting at home for several years, so this boat will be left to me.”

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