She is devoted to cultivating immortality

Chapter 52: People's Suffering

Xie Lian certainly didn't know that the lame Taoist priest had made a special detour to Qingping Mountain and given Bai Su a great benefit.

If she knew about this, she would definitely blame the lame Taoist for being too polite.

But in fact, the lame Taoist had no choice but to do so. He had high moral qualities, so he had his own understanding of repaying favors.

Although he agreed with what Xie Lian said, it still couldn't shake his mind.

In the lame Taoist's opinion, if he just found an ordinary cultivation method for Xie Lian and regarded it as repaying the favor, it would be too foolish. He couldn't convince himself anyway.

All he wanted was peace of mind.

If you cannot make yourself feel at peace, you may even develop inner demons when you practice in the future.

This is why most practitioners care so much about “cause and effect”.

After the lame Taoist left, Xie Lian's life returned to its previous peaceful state.

Apart from taking care of the little white fox and Zhuang Yan's reading, most of his time was spent studying the forty-eight divine prohibitions of the Dayantu.

The more he studied it, the less Xie Lian understood.

What on earth is the owner of this Dayantu thinking?
You have the ability to create forty-eight acquired divine bans, why do you want to use it on a magic weapon with a single function like the Dayantu?
“If it were any other offensive and defensive treasure, it would have already become famous all over the world.

What is most miraculous is that this Great Evolution Diagram, which contains forty-eight acquired divine prohibitions, has actually been found in the mortal world and is regarded as a family heirloom by the family of the City God.
"If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely find out more about this treasure."

An idea planted in Xie Lian’s mind.

This treasure was reborn in her hands. The forty-eight acquired divine prohibitions were only half a step away from completely transforming into the innate ones.

Half a step away doesn’t seem far, so Xie Lian must of course find a way to make up for it.

The next morning, as usual, Xie Lian arranged for Little White Fox and Zhuang Yan to study, while he went out to buy breakfast.

The breakfast Du Ning'er brought her the day before was very appetizing, especially the bean cake, which looked very much like a delicacy from Xie Lian's hometown in his previous life, which made her quite interested.

So, she went straight to the bean cake stall.

"Good morning, Miss Xie."

The stall owner was an old uncle with a dusty face and a half-hunched back, which was caused by carrying heavy objects when he was young. There was no way to recover. There was a glimmer of surprise in his small eyes.

"Are you here to buy some bread, too?"

Xie Lian smiled and said.

"Yesterday, a junior bought me a bean cake. I couldn't forget it after eating it, so I made a special trip today to try the uncle's cooking again."

Xie Lian is very good at talking to ordinary people. The minds of ordinary people are not that complicated. There are only a few things that everyone desires and worries about, so it is relatively easy to get closer to them.

As expected, after a few casual conversations, Xie Lian got to know the stall owner.

It turned out that the other person's surname was Luo, he had no real name, was the seventh child in the family, and had been called Luo Laoqi since he was a child.

But Xie Lian would definitely not call him that, instead he would politely address him as “Seventh Uncle.”

This made Luo Laoqi flattered, because Miss Xie was a scholar like Mr. Zhuang!

But he still felt very happy in his heart, his old face was smiling like a flower, and he said.

"Hutou, hurry up and get four cakes for Miss Xie."

Hutou is his son, a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old. As his name suggests, he is a tiger-like man.

He was just not good at speaking and seemed a little introverted. After hearing the instructions, he quietly opened the steamer and took out four hot bean cakes.

“Uncle Qi, you remembered it wrong. I only need three bean cakes.” Xie Lian reminded him.

One little white fox, one for her, and one for Xiaozhuang is just right.

"Yes, yes, this is Miss Xie's first time here, and she looks up to me, calling me Uncle Seventh. It's only right that I give you one."

Luo Laoqi smiled as he wrapped it in lotus leaves and held it in both hands.

"Since Uncle Qi has said so, I can't refuse. But it's only this time. Don't give me more when you come again tomorrow."

Xie Lian took the bean cake. It was hot and had a faint aroma of beans, which was very appetizing.

"Tomorrow? There may not be a tomorrow."

When Luo Laoqi said this, the smile on his face suddenly froze and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Huh? Why is that?"

Xie Lian asked curiously.

"Because business is bad, think about it, girl, while you are talking to the old man, is there anyone coming to our stall to buy cakes?"

Luo Laoqi sighed repeatedly.

"That's true, but I think the cakes made by Uncle Qi are made with solid ingredients and taste good, so why is no one interested in them?"

Xie Lian frowned slightly. It was the peak time for breakfast business. Although other stalls were not packed with customers, there were always people eating in groups of three or four. However, this bean cake stall was the only one that was patronized by him from beginning to end.
"This old man's stall has been open for more than 30 years. No matter how delicious the food is, if you eat it for 30 years, the villagers will get tired of it. And the reason why Miss Xie thinks it's delicious is because she just eats it for the sake of novelty. In fact, it's just bean cakes, and everyone can make it. In addition, it's a bad year now, the land is not well harvested, and the government, oh, I really don't want to mention it, this year they have collected another tax."

Luo Laoqi shook his head in distress.

"People are having a hard time, and my business is not doing well either. There has been no business for seven or eight days in a row. To be honest, I was hoping to save money for Hutou to marry a wife, but I'm afraid that my bean cake business won't work. I might as well go back to farming."

Xie Lian's good mood suddenly dissipated.

Luo Laoqi's words reminded her of her grandfather. When she was young, her family suffered from a flood. Her grandfather sat on the ground, sighing as he looked at the flooded farmland.

However, with the help of the country, we can always get through any difficult days.

But Luo Laoqi was not so lucky. The government did not even bother to help, and it was already a blessing that they did not cause trouble for the common people.

"I just found a place that suits my taste. Is it closed down?"

Xie Lian felt a little uncomfortable and asked.

"If I go back to farm, will my life be better?"

Luo Laoqi smiled bitterly and said.

"How can I live a good life? I am considered to be able to make a living. Back then, I saw that farming was not profitable, so I started selling bean cakes. Now that I am old, I have to go back. Sigh."

Every family has its own problems, but Luo Laoqi believes that his is particularly difficult.

Xie Lian was silent for a moment, not knowing how to help him.

Give money directly?
It is possible.

She is not short of money.

But after thinking about it carefully, I feel that it is not appropriate.
Suddenly, his eyes swept over the wooden barrel under the stove, in which there were a lot of soybeans soaking.

Xie Lian seemed to have thought of something.

(End of this chapter)