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

Chapter 125 Pu Songling Travels a Thousand Miles to Save Shuangqing
"Thank you Miss Su and Miss He for your hospitality. I will never forget your kindness." Before leaving, Pu Songling thanked Su Jiahe for the last time.

"Mr. Pu, there's no need to be so polite. It's my honor to meet you in person." He Shuangqing quickly returned the greeting.

At this time, Su Jiahe had already sorted out all the things given to Pu Songling and piled them up in the living room.

"These four large boxes contain books for you. In addition to the scientific books you requested, there are also many novels from later times."

"These five big bags are all clothes."

"This sack is full of food."

【ding dong】

[Congratulations to the host for completing this reception mission. You will be rewarded with a teleportation card.]

[Reward: One Summoning Card]

[Reward: One Permanent Residence Card]

[System prompt: There are still fifteen minutes before the tourists leave. Please prepare yourself, host and tourists.]

The system prompt sounded, and Su Jiahe looked at Pu Songling reluctantly.

"Miss Su, how long will it take me to leave?" Pu Songling asked.

"Only a quarter of an hour left."

"There's still a quarter of an hour left. Let me tell you a few more stories."

Pu Songling sat on a chair and began to speak vividly.

"Once upon a time there was a butcher. One night, on his way home, he met two wolves..."

Su Jiahe knew this story, but hearing Pu Songling tell it himself had a unique charm, as if the words in the book had come alive.

Pu Songling's humorous interpretation made Su Jiahe and He Shuangqing laugh, and Pu Songling also laughed.

Amidst the cheerful laughter, Pu Songling's figure suddenly disappeared.

"Sister Su, the old man has gone back." He Shuangqing looked a little lonely.

"No matter how far you travel, all good things must come to an end. After Mr. Pu returns, perhaps he will leave behind more stories for future generations."

Pu Songling blinked and found himself sitting on the threshold. The old hen in front of the door was still pecking at the rice, but the pipe in her hand had gone out.

"It's cold, and you're still sitting on the doorstep. Be careful not to catch a cold." The wife walked into the kitchen from the yard carrying a basin of washed vegetables.

"Did I just have a dream?" Pu Songling rubbed his head, held onto the door frame, and slowly stood up.

"Come into the house and rest for a while, don't sleep here." The wife reminded him while working.

Pu Songling seemed to recall something and walked quickly into the bedroom. He saw that the small room was filled with cardboard boxes and bags.

"It's true, it's true!" Pu Songling was ecstatic. Despite his advanced age, he ran to the yard like a madman. "I really went to the afterlife and met someone who knew immortal magic!"

"Are you all right?" His wife saw that Pu Songling was indeed acting strangely. She quickly put down the firewood and trotted over. "Have you heard all those supernatural things so often that you've taken them for granted?"

"Madam, I am telling the truth." Pu Songling pulled his wife's sleeve and walked into the house mysteriously.

Pu Songling's wife was shocked to see the room full of things.

"Could it be that the gods really appeared?"

The couple called their children, closed the doors and windows, and secretly opened all the boxes and bags to sort through the items given by Su Jiahe. "Winter is almost here, and I was just worried that the children wouldn't have any clothes. Here they are," Pu Songling's wife said, overjoyed as she looked at the brand-new clothes.

"This smells so good, it must be delicious." The little grandson grabbed a piece of dessert and stuffed it into his mouth impatiently, but was stopped by his parents.

"It's okay, give it to the children quickly." Pu Songling said, and picked up a bag of candy to share with the children in the family.

The whole family was immersed in a joyous atmosphere, even happier than the Chinese New Year.

After distributing clothes and food, Pu Songling began to pack his boxes of books.

"Hey, what is this?"

Pu Songling suddenly discovered that in one of the boxes, there was only a few books on the top layer, and underneath were gold, silver and jewelry.

There was also a note in the box, which read, "Mr. Pu, I was afraid that you would not accept it, so I secretly put the gold and silver in the box. You can keep it for your old age."

"Miss Su, you are truly a compassionate immortal." Pu Songling looked at the note and burst into tears of gratitude.

After hiding the jewels, Pu Songling called his children and grandchildren together.

"There's one thing I might not be able to do, so I'm handing it over to you now. Don't delay."

"Dad, what do you want to do? We will do our best." The eldest son said quickly.

"People in later generations told me that in the autumn of the 54th year of the reign of Emperor Kangxi, a baby girl will be born to a family surnamed He at the foot of Siping Mountain in Jintan, Jiangsu. If I don't live to see that day, you must find a way to buy that girl, give her an education, and treat her well."

"Dad, don't worry, we will definitely remember your instructions."

Pu Songling felt relieved only when he saw that his children agreed to rescue He Shuangqing.

"Here are some valuables. You can divide some among your family and buy houses and land. However, after you become wealthy, you must not be extravagant. You must do more charity. Remember that?"

"We will always remember Dad's teachings." Several children knelt in a row and kowtowed.

"Okay, okay, I hope you'll keep your word."

After this, Pu Songling, who was over 60 years old, no longer had a leisurely life. In addition to writing stories, he also studied books and led his descendants to use the money donated by Su Jiahe to establish charity schools in the surrounding villages, promote science and technology, and help the poor.

"Old man, you are so old, why are you still struggling?" Pu Songling's wife said with concern when she saw him working hard every day.

"Oh, God has given me such an adventure, how can I keep it to myself? I won't say anymore, I'll go and see how the new rice is growing." After Pu Songling finished speaking, he put on his clothes and hurried out with light steps.

Although he grew older year by year, Pu Songling felt that he was getting younger.

Perhaps, it is because the ambition of serving the country and benefiting the people has been realized.

Fifteen years later, although Pu Songling was still alive, he was too old to travel long distances. His children and grandchildren traveled to Jiangsu, found the He family, and met the newly born He Shuangqing.

"Did I hear correctly? A girl, and someone is willing to pay a large sum of money to buy her?" When He Shuangqing's father learned the purpose of their visit, his eyes were full of surprise and joy.

"Just ten taels of silver, take it away."

Two days later, Su Jiahe received a reply from Pu Songling. He Shuangqing burst into tears when she learned that Pu Songling had saved her in another world.

On the one hand, she was moved by Pu Songling's actions, and on the other hand, she finally realized that in the eyes of her biological parents, she was only worth a few taels of silver.

"Qingqing, don't cry. You are such a good girl. Anyone would want to save you." Su Jiahe hugged He Shuangqing and comforted her softly.

Along with the letter, there was also a cloth bag. Su Jiahe opened the bag and found a book inside with three big characters on it:

Golden Harvest!
"No way, Mr. Pu really wrote a biography of me?"