I became a saint through my son's boasting.

Bu Qingshan's forehead veins bulged, his expression was extremely ferocious, and he suddenly turned around like a wild beast!

Huh?

The next moment, he froze.

What an adorable human baby!

A little boy, about five or six years old, walked into the yard. He was wearing a white shirt, was fair-skinned and chubby, and had big, dark, bright eyes.

Although the child's image appeared in the memories of the previous incarnation, the appearance of people in memories is generally vague.

When he saw it with his own eyes, he was absolutely charmed.

Moreover, upon seeing the real person, the body's deep affection for the child quickly surged back along with the memories.

He instinctively felt a sense of closeness to the child, as if it were his own.

It's a feeling of being connected by blood.

His body is indeed that of the child's father; physiologically speaking, he is indeed the child's father.

Therefore, he can't be considered an unwitting father.

"Dad, I'm home! Is lunch ready?"

The little boy looked at his father expectantly.

"Uh...it's done."

Bu Qingshan answered subconsciously.

The original owner was cooking, and just as she finished and was about to go out to call her son home for dinner, she was killed by the man in black.

Soon, the food was served.

Besides the white rice porridge, there was a vegetable and tofu soup, a plate of pickled vegetables, and a home-style dish, stir-fried beef with scallions.

According to the laws of the Great Hellenistic Dynasty, oxen could not be slaughtered arbitrarily. However, if an ox was critically ill, it could be slaughtered after obtaining approval from the government.

So beef can be bought occasionally.

It's just a bit expensive.

Ordinary families couldn't afford it, but as the original owner of this body was a son-in-law of the Chen family, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, and he was not short of money.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Bu Qingshan began to interrogate them.

He stood up, looked down at his adopted son, and said in a deep voice, "Chen Qian, did you brag to the village kids today?"

"Huh? I..."

"to be honest!!"

Bu Qingshan's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Yes, Father!"

When Chen Qian first saw his father being so strict, he immediately rested his chin on the table and lowered his head meekly.

Bu Qingshan sneered, "You're really something, saying your father can eat cockroaches and centipedes raw. What a fine son you are!!"

Chen Qian trembled with fear.

At the same time, he was shocked. How did his father know so much? Could he hear from so far away? Did his father have super hearing?

Bu Qingshan continued his intimidation:

"It's okay to brag to your friends, but you're not allowed to say such disgusting things again. Otherwise, Dad will let you eat first, until you're full!"

Chen Qian shivered immediately.

Why would he brag that his dad can eat cockroaches and centipedes? Isn't it because he thinks normal people wouldn't dare to eat them? Isn't it because he himself is afraid?

If he were to eat that, he'd rather be dead!

"Father, I will never do it again."

Chen Qian said weakly.

Looking at the child's pitiful appearance, Bu Qingshan suddenly felt a pang of pity. He patted his son's head and softened his voice:

"Dad isn't saying you can't brag, but you can't say those disgusting things anymore, understand?"

"When you brag, you have to brag in a positive direction. You have to make Dad sound really powerful so that no one will dare to bully our family, understand?"

Chen Qian nodded quickly:

"Dad, that's what I mean. As long as I make you sound really great, no one will dare to bully us."

"The children in the village all admire you because they've seen you lift huge rocks weighing thousands of kilograms, so they generally believe me when I brag."

Bu Qingshan chuckled to himself.

No wonder people believed whatever my son bragged earlier; it turns out he once performed miracles in front of the villagers!

Right.

There's a lot of trouble in the countryside. If outsiders come to settle down, they're easily bullied by the locals if they don't show some power to intimidate the local bullies.

"Chen Qian, have you ever considered taking your father's surname?"

Bu Qingshan asked.

"Father, I originally took your surname."

Chen Qian blinked.

Bu Qingshan was stunned. How could someone so young be lying through his teeth?

Chen Qian's expression turned to one of reminiscence:

"When I was very young, my mother told me something that I must not tell anyone, especially my maternal grandparents and other relatives."

"What did she say?"

"She said... My full name is actually not Chen Qian, but Bu Chenqian. The Chen in my name is not the surname Chen, but the Chen in 'display,' which means to arrange."

Bu Qingshan's body trembled violently!

He felt struck by an inexplicable emotion—a woman's deep love for her husband, a sincere feeling that was truly admirable.

"I hope you can be husband and wife again in your next life."

Bu Qingshan silently offered his blessings.

Soon, Bu Qingshan began to clear the dishes.

Chen Qian seemed a little guilty after being yelled at, so he didn't dare to shirk his responsibilities and instead helped with clearing the dishes.

Whenever Bu Qingshan collected a bowl, he would reach out his hand from the side, but he never touched the bowl.

He did nothing, but he was extremely busy.

In the kitchen, Bu Qingshan said while washing the dishes:

"Chen Qian, Dad has to go out tonight. How about I take you to Chunhua's house later?"

"Huh? Is that okay?"

Chen Qian immediately became excited, even feeling somewhat incredulous, as his father used to never let him go out at night.

"certainly."

Bu Qingshan smiled.

......

The village where Bu Qingshan lived in seclusion belongs to Qingyuan County, Qingzhou, and is called Xinghua Village.

It was late March, and the apricot blossoms in the village were in full bloom, creating a breathtakingly beautiful, boundless sea of ​​white flowers.

In a farmhouse courtyard at the east end of the village, Li Er and his wife were worrying.

"Oh dear, the beef is sold out. What are we going to do with the offal? This is really worrying me."

The two looked conflicted.

The offal was both fishy and smelly.

If you want to cook it, you have to add a lot of spices, oil, salt, and chili, which is not cost-effective.

I feel a little reluctant to just throw it on the ground to compost, since it's still meat from a cow.

If it weren't for the fact that their cow was terminally ill and the authorities had determined it was beyond saving and could be slaughtered, they might never have eaten beef in their entire lives.

Just then, a gentle voice rang out: "Brother Li and Sister Li, did I disturb your meal? I've come to buy something."

The couple were taken aback when they saw the tall, handsome man walk into the courtyard.

Although he was dressed in simple coarse linen clothes, his tall and upright figure set him apart from the other farmers in the village.

And that face was unbelievably handsome.

His melancholy eyes, stubble, and defined jawline exuded an indescribable air of nonchalance and ease.

"Cough cough cough!"

Li Er coughed forcefully a few times.

Immediately, Li Er's wife came to her senses and glared at her husband. "What are you coughing for? If you're sick, take your medicine!"

Li Er's wife came up to him and said apologetically, "Master Bu, I'm so sorry, we're sold out of beef."

"I'm not here to buy beef, but are you still having offal? I'll take the tripe."

Bu Qingshan said with a smile.