Chapter 193: The Gift from the Household God is Too Precious
The heavy bags and supplies were all on the men's side. Xie Wuying knew all the "good things" in the basket by heart, and even knew where to take things out with just his eyes closed and his hands stretched out.
"Leave a few for me."
Xie Wuying left a few tranquilizer and glucose oral solutions for Xie Yuchuan, and sent the rest to Old Madam Xie.
Xie Yuchuan took the rest in his hand and whispered to Zhang Dayi beside him how to drink it. The method is simple and easy to use, and you can understand it after reading it once.
It’s just that the tonic is too magical. There is no need to ask in detail, everyone knows that this thing is not ordinary.
Zhang Dayi was not surprised by this, but was surprised that Xie Yuchuan suddenly gave him such a precious tonic!
We have been sleeping in the open air all the way, how precious are the tonics?
Zhang Dayi felt unworthy of it and could not accept such a generous gift from the Xie family.
Xie Yuchuan said sincerely, "Sir, the next few days will be even more difficult. Even if you are not afraid of setbacks, the old lady is in a weak body, so you still have to be more considerate. Yu Heng is not a casual person. The tonic is given by the family god, and I think it will be effective. It is better to prepare it than to endure it when it is uncomfortable."
Zhang Dayi had to admire Xie Yuchuan's cleverness. He made it difficult to refuse the gifts he gave him. His words were frank and every sentence mentioned his mother and her frail health. Zhang Dayi felt mixed emotions and didn't know whether he should refuse or not.
Who doesn't want their mother to be healthy and live a long life?
The gratitude in his heart was beyond words. After all, he had received so much kindness from the Xie family, and the old Hanlin felt that he could only repay them so little. Some words were useless if they were said too much. He would definitely repay the Xie family for their mother-son love in the future.
Zhang Dayi bowed silently with his hands raised above his eyebrows and thanked him three times.
This was too much of a gift. Xie Yuchuan quickly covered Zhang Dayi's hands and lifted them down. "Sir, there's no need for this. Our two families are now traveling together, so there's no need to be polite."
Zhang Dayi nodded, then carefully accepted Xie Yuchuan's kindness and kept it in mind.
Xie Wenjie, watching the entire process nearby, thoughtfully brought out a sturdy bag of the right size and presented it to Xie Yuchuan, asking for his sixth brother's opinion: "This small and exquisite cloth bag is just right. Can it be used to store your belongings, sir?"
Xie Yuchuan took a look and nodded.
He knew that this bag was given by the household god. There were more than a dozen of them in the basket. He didn't know what material it was made of, but it was indeed strong and durable. What was more outstanding was that there was a short zipper on the bag, which made it very convenient to use.
Zhang Dayi took it bewilderedly, turning it over and over in his palm, exclaiming repeatedly, "Can a brocade bag be made like this?"
"Sir, this thing can prevent water from soaking." Xie Yuchuan said, remembering the introduction that the family god had specially marked.
Zhang Dayi's eyes widened. "It's also waterproof?"
"Yes."
Xie Yuchuan looked at him calmly. Zhang Dayi's eyes were fixed on the bag in his hand. He carefully unzipped it, put a few tonics given by Xie Yuchuan inside, and then closed the bag smoothly.
There is only a hook on the outside so that it can be hung safely on the body.
Zhang Dayi studied it silently for a while, then rubbed the surface of the bag again and again, unable to let it go. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Xie Yuchuan curiously: "General, if this thing can resist water immersion, it must be something extraordinary."
Xie Yuchuan naturally understood the deep meaning in his words. He lowered his eyes and looked at the bag he gave to the other party. Although the shape and color were simple and there were no complicated embroidery patterns on it, it was waterproof.
Xie Yuchuan raised his eyes and met Zhang Dayi's meaningful gaze.
“It’s definitely not ordinary fabric.”
Zhang Dayi liked it very much. He opened it to take a look, then pulled it up to carry it, and couldn't let it go.
Suddenly, his eyes rolled, and he looked up and said, "Young General, what do you think Pang Jiming, the flood control officer, would do if he saw this thing?"
Waterproof fabric...
Do you like Pang Jiming who is dedicated to flood control?
When Xie Yuchuan gave the gift, he really didn't think so much about it. But after Zhang Dayi said this, he really thought about it.
It seems... among the "holy items" sent by the household god, the waterproof ones are not only this palm-sized cloth bag, but also the transparent soft bag and so on.
Without waiting for Xie Yuchuan to answer, Zhang Dayi's mind wandered and he muttered to himself, "I suddenly have a feeling that Pang Jiming, the flood control expert, will be attracted to you sooner or later."
After Zhang Dayi left, Xie Yuchuan carefully put away the portrait.
I'm in a bad mood tonight and I'm afraid I won't be able to fall asleep.
Xie Wuying and Xie Wenjie looked at each other for a few seconds, and finally Xie Wuying, who had always been brave, quietly approached.
"Sixth brother, He Zhi wants to ask you something, is that okay?"
Xie Yuchuan, who was about to sit cross-legged and regulate his breathing, laughed, "Well, you ask."
You can guess what they want to ask from their expressions without having to guess.
Xie Wuying asked, "Is the deity that Sixth Brother just painted truly... our Xie family's household deity?"
Xie Wenjie stared at his sixth brother with sharp eyes.
Xie Yuchuan pondered for a moment and said "hmm" softly.
Two gasps were heard, one after the other in the darkness.
Xie Wuying became interested and moved closer to Xie Yuchuan to sit cross-legged in meditation, but he had no intention of regulating his breathing. He just wanted to gossip with his sixth brother.
"Sixth brother, have you seen the appearance of the household god?!"
Xie Wenjie sat down on the right.
Xie Yuchuan, who was sandwiched between the two, suddenly felt fortunate that it was night, otherwise the women of the Xie family would have surrounded him.
Xie Yuchuan thought for a moment, his eyes drooping. "I didn't see the true appearance of the family god, I only saw this statue."
“Wow.”
Xie Wuying opened his eyes wide and looked up and down at Xie Yuchuan, "Sixth brother, how did you see that? With your eyes?" He pointed at his eyes with his backhand and asked curiously.
Xie Yuchuan's face changed slightly, and he said helplessly: "If not eyes, what should I use? The top of my head?"
Xie Wuying was choked and chuckled twice.
"Sixth brother, you're making fun of me again. Hezhi is just curious. How can you be sure that the statue you saw is the Xie family's deity?"
Xie Wenjie was listening nearby, and seeing Xie Yuchuan's face getting darker and darker, he sighed in his heart.
He looked at Xie Wuying and kept giving him glances.
Hezhi, if you can’t speak, you don’t have to!
Xie Wuying didn't see the "reminder" because he was completely absorbed in his own curiosity.
“That statue is so majestic!”
"The appearance of gods and immortals is naturally extremely solemn." Xie Wenjie said.
Xie Wuying scratched his head and said, "But why do I always feel that our Xie family's household god is particularly...how should I put it, it doesn't seem like him?"
Seeing his sixth brother's face getting darker and darker... darker and darker...
Xie Wenjie couldn't sit still any longer, so he stood up and picked up Xie Wuying. "Hezhi, come with me." He turned to Xie Yuchuan and said, "Sixth brother, you take a rest first. I want to talk to Hezhi about something."
Two large characters were written on Xie Yuchuan's dark and handsome face:
Get out of here quickly.
Xie Wuying, who had been inexplicably dragged away, said to Xie Wenjie when he was aside, "I've carefully examined the portrait of the family deity painted by Sixth Brother, but I don't think it looks like our family's deity."
Xie Wenjie glanced at his sixth brother who was feeling depressed after being poured cold water by Xie Hezhi.
"How do you know they don't look like each other? Don't talk nonsense. It's Sixth Brother who has the spiritual power, not you."
"It's too solemn to be like that."
Xie Wuying recalled a scene from his past memory.
"Our family god loves to tease people."
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