When Yang Xiu brought his young master to this village to seek accommodation, he also asked other villagers.
Most of the villagers were afraid that they would be harmed by taking in some bad guys or thieves because the current world was too chaotic, so they directly rejected Yang Xiu's request to take them in.
Only Old Man Ding in front of him just asked not to provide meals and offered a helping hand.
Otherwise, Zhou Yi and Yang Xiu would really have to sleep in the wilderness tonight.
Yang Xiu reluctantly handed the rice bag to Old Man Ding. Old Man Ding looked at Yang Xiu's expression and couldn't guess that the bag contained grain.
The old man Ding who took in Zhou Yi weighed the heavy bag in his hand and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Old Man Ding roughly estimated that the bag in his hand contained fifteen or six kilograms of grain. If he and his grandson saved a little, they could probably eat it for about a month.
The excited old man Ding confirmed to Zhou Yi and Yang Xiu: "Two adults, is this bag of grain really for me?"
Yang Xiu had a gloomy face and said nothing, while Zhou Yi on the bullock cart responded with weak words: "Yes, my father-in-law, this bag of grain is to thank you for taking me in."
After hearing Zhou Yi's affirmative reply, Old Man Ding excitedly opened the bag.
Old Man Ding, who was worried about the lack of food at home, was already excited and happy enough, but when he opened the bag and saw the white rice inside, he was so excited that he was speechless.
After a long while, the old man stammered out a few words.
"This this..."
"Sir, is this... refined food really for villains?"
The food of ordinary people in Chen State mainly consists of wheat and bean, which are commonly known as wheat and soybeans.
Now Chen Guo's wheat and soybeans not only have low yields, but also taste bad, and they also cause throat irritation. But this does not affect the people at the lowest level who use them to survive.
Nowadays, it is already a luxury for ordinary people to have a full stomach. How can they dare to expect to eat deliciously and well?
Although the old man Ding in front of him had never seen refined grains before, looking at the rice with white flowers like snowflakes, he knew that this was something only rich and powerful people could eat.
Originally, Old Man Ding thought that the adult in front of him only gave him some coarse grains. According to the weight of more than 10 kilograms, he and his grandson lived frugally and ate two meals a day, which was estimated to last half a month or even a long time.
But what Old Man Ding didn't expect was that there were more than 10 kilograms of refined grains in this bag.
What is this refined grain? Only noble men can afford to eat. One pound of refined grains can be exchanged for three or four pounds of coarse grains.
With this bag of grain, Old Man Ding can go to a nearby county to exchange it for forty or fifty kilograms of coarse grain.
In this way, I and my grandson can persevere until the wheat is harvested and mature.
When he thought of this, Old Man Ding felt that what he was holding was not rice, but the livelihood of his grandfather and grandson.
The excited old man Ding suddenly knelt down in front of Zhou Yi on the bullock cart, kowtowed and said thanks: "Thank you two adults for your grace of living. I will never forget it, old man."
While old man Ding was grateful, he grabbed his ignorant grandson and kowtowed to Zhou Yi and Yang Xiu.
The moment Old Man Ding knelt down with the baby, Zhou Yi found that his original popularity value of 53 jumped to 54.
The reason why it only changed by 1 may be because the little kid is still young and doesn't understand anything yet. The system only takes into account Zhou Yi's influence on Old Man Ding.
Zhou Yizhen never thought that just a bag of more than ten kilograms of rice could make a sixty or seventy-year-old man feel grateful to him.
"Yang Xiu, help this old man and the little baby up quickly." Zhou Yi quickly ordered.
Yang Xiu on the side immediately helped up the old man who was kneeling in the dust in front of him, and said proudly: "My young master has a heart like a Bodhisattva."
"It was precisely because he was so kind-hearted that he was framed by thieves and demoted to Pingliang County."
A hero doesn't mention his bravery, let alone his loneliness and misery. Zhou Yi didn't want Yang Xiu to tell him how miserable he was, so he quickly interrupted: "Yang Xiu, stop talking, hurry up and help me in to rest."
"Old man, please boil some water for me. I'm tired from the journey and I want to use hot water to wipe myself."
When Old Man Ding heard this, he and Yang Xiu immediately helped Zhou Yi into the house carefully, and nodded in agreement: "Don't worry, sir. I will boil water for you two nobles after I settle you down, old man."
After Yang Xiu moved Zhou Yi into the old man's family, he returned to the oxcart and took down their luggage.
Just when he was about to turn around and enter the house, Yang Xiu felt something was wrong again. So I searched among the haystacks of the oxcart and found that there was indeed nothing inside except straws.
Yang Xiu was very sure that he did not have these two things when he took the young master away from Yangjiang Fucheng. Yang Xiu couldn't help but wonder where his young master's bag of refined grains and bottle of Yunnan Baiyao came from.
"Is there someone secretly helping our young master?"
"But the people the young master helped before were all poor people. Where did they get refined food and such high-quality golden sore medicine?"
Yang Xiu, who couldn't figure it out even if he thought about it, could only secretly return to the house and continue to take care of the young master.
After about a cup of tea, Old Man Ding brought a basin of warm hot water and said politely: "Two adults, old man, I am cooking porridge now. You two adults can also eat some together later." !”
Zhou Yi nodded lightly and thanked politely: "Sorry for bothering you, old man!"
Old Man Ding waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No trouble, no trouble, this is what a young man should do."
After Yang Xiu cleaned Zhou Yi's body, Old Man Ding came in with two large bowls of porridge.
This porridge was naturally made by Old Man Ding using the rice given by Zhou Yi. Although Old Man Ding was short of food at home, the two bowls of porridge he brought in were relatively thick, while what he and his grandson drank were very thin porridge.
Yang Xiu naturally had to feed his young master before he could eat by himself.
It's just that after Zhou Yi took a few sips, he felt that the porridge was bland and tasteless. So he ordered Yang Xiu again and said: "Yang Xiu, this porridge is a bit bland. There are a few packets of Fuling mustard in the lower right corner of the haystack of the oxcart. Go and get it and give me this porridge!"
When Yang Xiu heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.
You know, when Yang Xiu took it off the ox cart and saluted, he had rummaged through the haystack of the ox cart, and there was nothing in it except grass.
Now the young master asked himself to look for some Fuling mustard. How could he find it?
So Yang Xiu said: "Master, when I took it from the ox cart to salute, I carefully looked at the haystack of the ox cart, and there was nothing left behind!"
"Are you dreaming about the Fuling pickled mustard you mentioned?"
Zhou Yi was not angry and said mysteriously: "Just go and look for it!"
Seeing his young master's persistence, Yang Xiu had no choice but to put down the porridge in his hand and walk towards the bullock cart outside the house.
Yang Xiu casually turned towards the lower right corner of the cowherd stalk, and the next second Yang Xiu was stunned on the spot.
There are actually a few packets of red-packaged Fuling mustard under the straw.
