"Grandma, have some porridge!"
On a field ridge not far from Fengjia Village, Feng Bingwen carried a bowl of hot porridge and steadily delivered it to an old woman. He spoke to her as she looked at him with a mixture of surprise and reproach.
"Hey, good child, why did you bring the porridge here? Be careful not to spill it. Can't I just go home after I finish working in the fields?"
The old man put down his hoe, wiped his muddy hands on his trousers, and accepted the porridge from his grandson.
"This is lotus seed porridge that I specially cooked. I was afraid it wouldn't taste good if it sat for too long!"
In front of his grandmother, Feng Bingwen naturally felt less reserved than he did in front of his grandfather, and was much more relaxed and at ease.
"You even went into the water to pick lotus seeds?"
Like the old man, the grandmother quickly noticed the key point in Feng Bingwen's words.
"I went down into the shallows and picked them following others. There was no danger. Grandma, you should try my lotus seed porridge. Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious, it's definitely delicious!"
The old man held the bowl in both hands, his face beaming with joy.
"Grandma, you haven't had any yet, why don't you try some first!"
Feng Bingwen feigned displeasure, and the old man quickly took a sip.
"How is it? Is it delicious?"
"Of course it tastes good. How could it not taste good when my grandson cooks it?"
"Grandma, you should drink it while it's hot!"
"Alright, hurry up and go to school, don't be late."
"Okay, sure."
Feng Bingwen waved his hand and confidently carried the small cloth bag to the county town.
The porridge was delivered to the two elderly people. Given their personalities, or rather, the characteristics of this era, they would drink it all up, leaving not a single grain. He didn't need to worry about it.
"Sister Ye, your grandson is so filial!"
Watching that hopping and skipping figure heading towards the county town along the ridge, another old farmer who had seen the whole scene from a short distance away couldn't help but speak up, his face full of envy.
"That's right, he specially went into the water to pick these lotus seeds and made lotus seed porridge for me!"
Hearing the praise, the old woman's smile widened, and she even proudly raised the hot porridge in her hand. Although it took up a lot of her work, what did it matter?
Then, amidst the compliments of the many early-rising farmers working in the fields, the old woman ate the porridge her grandson had brought her in a few gulps, just as he had expected, leaving not a single grain of rice.
After drinking the porridge, the old woman felt warm all over. When she picked up the hoe again to hoe the ground, she felt stronger than before.
However, the old man didn't pay too much attention to it, assuming that he had just drunk porridge and had something in his stomach.
Having successfully accomplished what he had been thinking about, Feng Bingwen walked into the school in a cheerful mood.
Based on his first experience taking the Vermilion Fruit, it is estimated that the physical condition of these two elderly people will recover to the level of ten years ago in the following period of time, and that is an underestimation.
As for the old man who is bedridden due to injury, he should be almost fully recovered before the snow falls at the end of the year.
With a joyful heart, Feng Bingwen listened attentively to the day's lessons. After the teacher left the classroom, he followed the other children who had been having fun and left the classroom as well.
After leaving the school, he carried a small cloth bag and strolled along the bustling streets of the county town, looking around with great pleasure.
"We need to find a way to make some money!"
After walking for a while, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but purse his lips and touch his chin. The aroma wafting from the roadside food stalls was simply too tempting.
Unfortunately, he was penniless, and even though he looked at it with longing, he didn't have the money to buy a serving to satisfy his craving.
These days, kids don't have the concept of pocket money. Not to mention children, even adults don't have it. Only rich kids have some spare money to spend.
"Boss lady, I still don't have any money today. I'll put it on my tab and pay you back when I have the money."
Just then, Feng Bingwen, who was about to stroll home, suddenly heard a discordant sound coming from a roadside stall.
Feng Bingwen followed the sound and saw a pastry shop with its own storefront, which was a step up from the mobile stalls on both sides of the street. However, some of the tables and chairs were placed outside.
At the counter outside the pastry shop, a slightly thin young man in a short-sleeved shirt with a roguish air grinned at the angry young woman in a blue dress behind the counter.
“Our shop is just a small business. If you keep extending credit to me every day, our shop really can’t afford it. If you really don’t have enough money, you can pay for today first, and you can owe us the previous days.”
The beautiful young woman's eyes were filled with anger, but she had to suppress her anger and speak softly to the burly man.
But this posture, coupled with his submissive language, only emboldened the thugs.
"What are you saying, you little wench? Are you looking down on me? I can't afford a few pieces of pastry?"
"Since you can afford it, let's settle the bill together. You've been eating here for almost a month, which totals 103 coins. I'll round it down to one silver coin."
"One silver coin?"
The green-skinned man's eyes widened, and he shouted loudly.
"Are your pastries made of gold? They're so expensive, a single silver bead? Why don't you just rob people? Where's your husband? Tell him to come out and talk to me. I want to have a serious discussion with him."
The young man shouted loudly, which immediately attracted the attention of passersby. No matter what the world is like, people always like to watch a spectacle, especially an unusual one. The pastry shop was quickly surrounded.
"You've been eating and drinking here for free for almost a month, always on credit. It's only one silver bead, and you still think it's expensive? If you can't afford it, don't come back. As long as you don't disturb our business, this one silver bead will be waived for you!"
Wen Huashang could no longer suppress her anger. People around her gathered around. If word got out that her family's pastries were expensive, she wouldn't be able to do business anymore.
"How dare you talk like that, you little wench? Believe me or not, I'll teach you a lesson!"
Although it was true that he came here every day to freeload, having it said in public was almost an insult, and the thug immediately objected.
"Hu Er, that's enough! How can you bully an orphan and a widow like this?"
At this point, some people in the crowd couldn't stand it anymore and started shouting.
"Old Wu, you better mind your own business. I just want some pastries, but this little wench is charging such a high price. She's obviously trying to rip me off."
The scoundrel turned and shouted behind him, then turned back to face the graceful young woman in front of him, revealing his true colors.
"Little wench, are you so short of money? Why don't you open a brothel and sell yourself? If you serve me well, I might even reward you with a gold coin!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com