Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 115: His writing on ghosts and demons is unparalleled; his satire of greed and cruelty is penetrating.
The old man looked around in the yard, not showing any surprise or fear. Instead, he took a puff of his cigarette and said leisurely, "I write about gods and ghosts every day, and today I really came to the world of immortals."

After hearing this, Su Jiahe had guessed about 80% of the tourist's identity.

"Is this Mr. Pu Songling?"

The old man raised his eyes and saw Su Jiahe and He Shuangqing on the steps.

"I am Pu Songling from Zichuan. May I ask you two ladies…"

"Mr. Pu, we are neither gods nor ghosts, we are just mortals." Su Jiahe knew what Pu Songling wanted to say and answered first.

"Oh? Then you must be good at magic, otherwise how could you create such a strange scene?" Pu Songling asked curiously.

"It's not an illusion. This is all real. Please come inside and sit down. I'll explain it to you slowly."

The two men supported Pu Songling into the living room and sat on the sofa.

"Old sir, you have come to three hundred years later." He Shuangqing explained to Pu Songling.

"Oh, so that's how it is. I was wondering why the house, roads, furniture, everything is different from before." Pu Songling nodded, picked up a piece of snow meringue on the coffee table, and studied it carefully.

Su Jiahe and He Shuangqing were surprised by Pu Songling's overly calm behavior.

"Mr. Pu, don't you find it strange that you suddenly came three hundred years later?" Su Jiahe asked in confusion.

"What's so strange about this? I have heard of all the strange things in the world in my half life. No matter what it is, it is possible." While Pu Songling was speaking, he was still concentrating on observing the Snow Meringue in his hand.

"Is this a modern pastry? Is it made of glutinous rice? It's a bit like donkey rolls."

"You guessed right. Come and try it. It's delicious." Su Jiahe didn't expect that such a calm tourist would come this time.

Pu Songling first took a small bite and chewed it carefully. He felt an indescribable sweetness spreading along the tip of his tongue and lingering in his mouth for a long time.

"Well, this kind of pastry is probably for the emperor to eat." Pu Songling gave a thumbs up and praised it highly.

"Emperor can't eat it either. This is only available now." Su Jiahe said, and brought other snacks to Pu Songling, "Mr. Pu, these are also delicious. Try them."

Pu Songling had just stuffed the snow meringue into his mouth when he picked up a small piece of shaqi ma.

"This is really delicious, crispy and soft, sweet but not greasy, and not sticky at all."

In a blink of an eye, Pu Songling had already shown off several pieces of various snacks.

"By the way, what are the two girls' names?" Pu Songling suddenly remembered that he was so busy eating that he didn't know the other party's identities.

"My name is Su Jiahe, and her name is He Shuangqing. We also came from the Qing Dynasty and stayed here." Su Jiahe introduced himself to Pu Songling.

"Oh? Miss He is the same as me?"

He Shuangqing then stood up from the sofa, walked up to Pu Songling and bowed deeply.

"I am He Shuangqing, the junior, and I am honored to meet Mr. Pu. I have long heard of your great reputation, and it is a great honor to meet you today."

"No need to be so polite." Pu Songling wiped his hands after taking the snacks, quickly stood up and helped He Shuangqing up.

"Old sir, I have read your Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. It is indeed a rare book in the world." He Shuangqing looked at Pu Songling with admiration, as if she was a star-chasing girl who met her idol.

"Alas, I just had nothing to do, so I compiled what I heard and saw into a book. I didn't expect it to spread all over the world. I am ashamed, ashamed." Pu Songling smiled and waved his hand.

"Mr. Pu, the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio you wrote is not only famous in the Qing Dynasty, but has also been passed down to this day." Su Jiahe said.

"Oh? It can be passed down for another three hundred years?" Pu Songling stroked his beard, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Yes, later generations praised you for 'writing about ghosts and demons with unparalleled skill, and satirizing greed and cruelty with penetrating insight,' and even today, many people still enjoy Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio." "Alas, later generations have really flattered me. In any case, as long as future generations are still willing to read my books, my life's work has not been in vain."

When Pu Songling learned that he would be recorded in history and praised by future generations, he did not show any surprise. Instead, he slowly sat down and grabbed a handful of rice crusts on the coffee table.

"Mr. Pu, are you hungry? Let's go out for dinner." Su Jiahe said.

"No, no, I just ate it before I came here. It's just that the snacks from later times are too delicious. I have never seen them before." Pu Songling's teeth were a little loose, but he was still trying hard to chew the rice crust.

"The rice crust is too dry. Here is some tea. Please have some." Su Jiahe said as he poured Pu Songling another cup of Dahongpao.

"Thank you, Miss Su. I'm old and greedy, and I'm sorry to have embarrassed you." Pu Songling smiled embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter. We have plenty of these things. They are used to entertain guests."

Looking at Pu Songling eating with relish, Su Jiahe felt a little sad.

He was obviously full of talent, but he was not appreciated for his talent. He lived in poverty and had to eat simple meals all his life.

"Old man, how old are you this year?" He Shuangqing asked from the side.

"Old, sixty."

Su Jiahe calculated with his fingers and found that Pu Songling could live another fifteen years.

Although he lived a hard life, he was free and easy, and lived longer than many emperors and generals.

After Pu Songling had almost finished eating, Su Jiahe brought up the matter of traveling.

"Mr. Pu, if you had seven days in the afterlife, where would you like to go for a stroll?"

"Where can I go in seven days? I'd be content if I could see what the future holds." Pu Songling couldn't eat anymore, so he drank a cup of tea to dilute the sweetness in his mouth.

“Sir, nowadays, it only takes a day or two to go anywhere,” He Shuangqing said from the side. “Just tell Sister Su where you want to go.”

"The world is so vast, yet you can go anywhere in just one or two days? Is this some kind of divine flight?"

“These days, cars can travel thousands of miles a day, and people can even fly in the sky. It’s almost like being a god, isn’t it? Sir, would you like to go and see for yourself?” He Shuangqing said with a smile.

"Are later generations really that amazing? Very well, then I'll trouble you, young lady, to take me to see my hometown today."

“No problem.” Su Jiahe took out her phone and booked a ticket to Zichuan for the next day.

"We'll set off tomorrow, but let me take you for a stroll around town today."

Su Jiahe found the casual clothes that Qiu Chuji had worn last time and had Pu Songling change into them. Since they were all old people's clothes, they were quite suitable.

"Oh my, what kind of material are these clothes made of? They're so much more comfortable than coarse linen." Pu Songling felt much lighter after changing into pure cotton clothes.

As the group walked down the street, Pu Songling marveled at the bustling traffic.

"How wondrous, how wondrous! The later generations are even more amazing than that Rakshasa Sea City!"

Before long it was noon, and Su Jiahe felt her stomach growling.

"Mr. Pu, would you like some lunch?"

"Miss Su, are you inviting me to dinner? It's lunchtime now, and I'm quite hungry."

"Okay, let's go to the food street."

Su Jiahe had assumed that Pu Songling, having eaten so many snacks, would be too full to eat anymore. She was surprised to find that, despite being over sixty, he still had such a good appetite.