Chapter 1 My father Xu Sanye

Author: My heart is still the same

Chapter 1 My father Xu Sanye

Canglong County, Daqing.

At around 12:00, a young man wearing a white shirt came out of a private house, and the elderly couple behind him kept cupping his hands and thanking him.

"Hey, the last family still has no spiritual energy."

The young man sighed, looking a little tired.

His name is Xu Chong. He traveled through time three months ago and became a scholar. At the same time, he awakened his own golden finger.

[Name: Xu Chong]

[Rule: Immortality (consumes 10,000 spiritual sources to activate permanently)]

[Lingyuan:0]

[Tip: The spiritual energy concentration does not reach the standard and the spiritual source cannot be generated]

The panel of Goldfinger is very simple, and for the time being it only has the function of immortality.

However, activating immortality requires the consumption of 10,000 spiritual sources, and the generation of this spiritual source must depend on the concentration of spiritual energy.

Therefore, in the past three months, Xu Chong would use his good reputation to go to the homes of the lower class people every day, obviously to visit, but actually to look for the so-called spiritual energy.

Today is the last ordinary house, but the prompt on the panel is still not up to standard.

"Aura concentration, what kind of existence has aura?"

Xu Chong thought as he walked, "Is it certain items or a specific environmental area?"

"There is insufficient information to determine the carrier."

"Now that all ordinary residential buildings have been verified, the next step is for those high-end households."

"But my current personality..."

Xu Chong had a headache.

At this moment, an old woman carrying a vegetable basket suddenly walked out from the corner of the alley.

"Ms. Xu? Are you going home?"

"Yeah, Aunt Ma, did you just close the stall?"

Xu Chong responded with a smile.

"Well, the business is not so good today and there are some leftovers. It's a pity to lose them... Well, it's just right. Mr. Xu can take it back and marinate it for dinner."

Aunt Ma couldn't help but put the vegetable basket into Xu Chong's arms.

"this……"

Xu Chong hesitated for a moment and put the vegetable basket at his feet, "Thank you, Aunt Ma, for my late birthday."

"Oh, oh, oh, you are a scholar, you don't dare to do this."

Aunt Ma avoided Xu Chong's fist-cup salute.

She also told Xu Chong to remember to send the vegetable basket back, and then Aunt Ma walked away with a broken heart.

Yes, these days, the vegetable basket is also property.

Xu Chong bent down and lifted up the basket. There were only three celery stalks in it. They were green and dripping with water, and there was still moist soil at the roots.

Wherever there is any leftovers, they are clearly freshly picked from the ground.

"Brother Chong, are you going home?"

Another person came forward, it was Wang Laizi.

Before he could stand still, Wang Laizi carefully took out two chickens and stuffed them into the basket.

"Your sister-in-law has been very happy these past two days. She vomited when she saw this. I can't bear the fishy smell. It's easy for you, brother Chong."

"..."

Xu Chong thought to himself, could the lie be made more false?

The old sister-in-law is in her fifties, where can she go to get so happy...

Even if she has this ability... whether you have it or not is another question.

Complaints are complaints, but Xu Chong still feels warm in his heart.

Eggs are pretty things. Even a single egg that cannot hatch a chicken can be sold for three pennies.

With Wang Laizi's family background, six cents was enough to make money.

Xu Chong had the intention to refuse, but Wang Laizi saw it first.

"Let's go. There's still a pot of pig's trotters stewed on the stove. Don't let it get burnt."

Cripple Wang didn't give Xu Chong a chance to speak, so he turned around and left.

Didn't even get a thank you.

The weak setting sun hit the limping back, making it particularly impactful.

"It's this kind of personality..."

Xu Chong rubbed his temples feebly.

In addition to being a scholar, this body has another identity.

The only son of Xu Youan, a classic historian of Canglong County.

Dian Shi is in charge of justice, prisons, and public security.

Although he has not yet entered the rank, in a small county like Canglong County that does not have a county magistrate, the official positions are only under the county magistrate and chief bookkeeper, and he is known as Mr. Xu Sanye.

Xu Sanye has been an official for ten years and has done all kinds of evil. He is a proper dog official.

The original person is completely opposite, he hates evil as much as he hates hatred, and he is eager for justice and loves justice.

In order to make up for the sins committed by his father, he worked tirelessly and did everything he could to help the suffering people, no matter the cost.

The sharp contrast between father and son invisibly amplifies the brilliance of the original.

The villagers privately call him Living Bodhisattva.

After Xu Chong traveled through time, he used his original reputation to visit his fellow villagers without encountering any obstacles.

But now comes the problem.

It has been confirmed that there is no spiritual energy in the homes of the lower class people.

And those high-ranking people have basically been criticized by the original person.

You’ve already offended everyone, wouldn’t you be asking for trouble if you come again?

While Xu Chong was thinking, he was dealing with the neighbors who appeared from every corner from time to time, pretending to just bump into them and just have something left.

When we returned to the old house on Baiyang Lane, Aunt Ma's vegetable basket was already full.

According to the quality, the most luxurious one is two bloody pig ears, and the cheapest one is a hard piece of sorghum bun.

Basically, they are the best things from each company.

Because all the rice for the past three months had been scattered during the visit, Xu Chong did not dare to be too extravagant. He cooked a bowl of porridge for dinner and soaked the sorghum buns until soft.

"Mr. Xu is probably hugging his beautiful maid, drinking wine and eating barbecue right now, right?"

Xu Chong swallowed the sorghum buns with difficulty, thinking about how to repair his relationship with Xu Youan.

When he first traveled through time, his original memory was integrated from a third-party perspective, his emotions and ideas were not inherited, and he himself was no longer the moral saint.

Being a dog officer and his father are no psychological burden to him at all.

If you still can't find spiritual energy, having a big tree to enjoy the shade is also a good choice.

The problem is that the original person has gone too far. If Mr. Xu wants to accept him again, it may not be something that can be done in a short while.

"But one thing I have to say is that among those wealthy families, Mr. Xu's house is the easiest to enter."

Xu Chong secretly made up his mind, "Tomorrow happens to be the ten-day holiday, so let's go and test it out."

It's best if you have spiritual energy, but if you don't have spiritual energy... let's see if there is any hope of getting back together.

………

Early the next morning.

Xu Chong had breakfast and headed towards the end of the alley with his basket.

Aunt Ma was probably running a stall at the vegetable market at this time. Xu Chong didn't meet anyone, so he had to put the basket at Aunt Ma's neighbor's house temporarily.

"Xu Xianggong? Why bother to come over in person for such a trivial matter? Can't you just let someone know and I'll go get it? You see, this family hasn't prepared anything. It's really a sin..."

Regarding Xu Chong's arrival, the neighbor felt so happy that he wished he could take out two of his ribs and make soup.

"It's the ten-day holiday in school today, so I have nothing to do. Uncle, don't bother me..."

Xu Chong gritted his teeth and exchanged greetings, but when he came out, he breathed a sigh of relief.

From now on, let's slowly downplay the interaction with the people, otherwise it would be too restrictive to maintain this persona.

Nothing can be done.

Xu Chongke didn't want to be bound by his original image.

After finally reviving my life, and having a golden finger by my side, I naturally felt comfortable.

With this thought in mind, when I passed by my door, a scholar was calling the door.

"Brother Xu! Open the door quickly, Brother Xu! Your father is dead!"
Chapter completed!