Holding the rice bowl and frowning, Liu Wenyang had never eaten such a bad meal. Looking at the mixed porridge made of brown rice mixed with wild vegetable leaves in the bowl, it was green and bitter and astringent when eaten. I really didn't know how to swallow it.

Seeing his son holding the bowl and staring at the dazed inside, Liu Da thought he couldn't bear to eat, so he said, "Don't look at it, eat as long as you should. Although he didn't have the next meal after this meal, he could fill his stomach!"

Liu Wenyang shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry, you can eat."

"What do you mean? How can you not be hungry after a whole day? You can eat it, there is still in the pot!"

What's the matter? Liu Wenyang just saw the old man licking the bottom of the pot after drinking the thin soup, licking every grain of rice on the rice pot and eating it with relish.

The old man didn't know that he was seeing the way he licked the bottom of the pot and picked up rice grains. He also shouted that he had eaten early and advised his son to eat more.

Seeing him say this, Liu Wenyang couldn't help but feel moved, and his heart was like a warm current flowing through him. So he said "hum", endured the warmth in his heart, and finished the bowl of mixed porridge that was hard to swallow.

Seeing that his son was eating "happy", Liu Da was happy. This person, if he could eat, he would be in good health. Then he sighed and said, "Don't blame me. When you are sick, you need money in urgent need. You have no choice but to sell all the things you can sell at home, and even the little food on the stove. If your third uncle hadn't helped us from time to time these days, you would have starved to death - so you were too cruel to your third aunt just now, and you would have given your third uncle some face no matter how you said!"

Liu Wenyang didn't expect his father to say such words. It seems that his father is definitely a "good person", but in this world, he does not recognize good people at all. As the saying goes, good people are bullied, and good horses are ridden!

"How long have I been sick?" Liu Wenyang didn't want to continue to get entangled with his father on this topic. His views were different. He was anxious to death. It would be meaningless to continue to talk about it.

"It's almost seven or eight days." Liu Da said, "I originally thought you couldn't wake up, but I didn't expect that the doctor's decoction was really effective... It's just a little expensive!" When I thought of the expensive medical expenses, the old man couldn't help but swear.

Liu Wenyang smiled, his father was also a person with temperament.

"No matter what, God blesses the Bodhisattva, and you will be safe and sound, Ah Yang, Amitabha!" The old man put his palms together and sang the Buddha's name very devoutly.

What a truth, your son has been moved by the universe, Liu Wenyang muttered in his heart, but he can't say this, so as not to be regarded as a monster.

What's more, Liu Wenyang was an orphan in his previous life and had never enjoyed the warmth of his family. At this time, he was cared for and cared for, and that feeling was strange and comfortable. You should know that the most precious thing in this world is not money and beauty, but the affection of parents. Parental and family affection is the most selfless, purest and most precious thing in the world, but he never had it.

Now God gives him a chance to have it. This is the most precious gift for a person who has been an orphan since childhood and has never enjoyed the joy of family!

So Liu Wenyang silently looked at the old father who had grown a long time ago and wrinkles in front of him. He could imagine how hard he was waiting in front of the sickbed and taking good care of himself during this period. He couldn't help but feel moved.

Liu Da was embarrassed by his son's look at him, "A Yang, what are you looking at? Are you thinking about something dirty on your husband's face?" As he said that, he wiped it with his hands twice.

Liu Wenyang shook his head, "No, you just have a few more white hair!"

"I thought why," Liu Da smiled, "Silly kids, people will grow white hair when they get old! But don't be sad about eliminating fame and fortune... If we can't do the exam, we can do other things. As the saying goes, thirty-six people will be the top scholar in the industry. As long as you work hard, we two will be able to be proud one day!"

Liu Wenyang didn't expect that the old man would inspire him in reverse, and couldn't help but laugh and said, "Dad is right. I will no longer be obsessed with getting fame and fortune. In the future, I will find a way out and never do stupid things like jumping into the river and committing suicide!"

"That's good! That's good!" Liu Da's most feared was that his son couldn't think up and continued to do stupid things. This time he jumped into the river and committed suicide, but next time... he pulled his son so big, and the father and son depended on each other for so many years. What if his son had a few shortcomings, how could he, the lonely man, survive?

"Son, I feel relieved with you! Well, I feel relieved!" Liu Da touched the corners of his eyes with his sleeves and couldn't help but cry, "To be honest, I can go hungry, I can be barely hungry, and even mortgage my own deed to Aunt Jin. As long as I can get your life, it's worth it!"

It turned out that after Liu Wenyang jumped into the river and committed suicide, he was already dying. After being diagnosed by the doctor, he said that cold energy attacked the heart and needed to use good ginseng to suffocate his life. Ginseng gathered and nourished yang energy, which is well known, but ginseng is expensive, which is also known to everyone.

However, in order to save this son who was dependent on him, Liu Da made a desperate attempt. Not only did he sell all his family, but he also mortgaged the deed to Aunt Jin, a wealthy family on the streets south. Fortunately, Aunt Jin was a little humane. During Liu Wenyang's illness, he never came to collect the house. Otherwise, the father and son of the Liu family would not even have a place to live.

Liu Wenyang learned about the family situation from Liu Da, and couldn't help but sigh in secret. He didn't even say that he had no food or drink, and even the place he lived in was not necessarily his own. How could he fight in the Ming Dynasty? Could it be that he had to "run naked"?

Liu Wenyang opened his mouth and wanted to encourage the old man to tell him a few words, "There will be bread, the beer", "The rich second generation is not a real hero, but the hero is a real hero after starting from scratch." But then he thought about it, he didn't even believe these bullshits, and it would be useful for a bird to say it, so he stopped talking.

After a while, Liu Da's mood stabilized. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly: "It is already a great blessing for my son to survive. Why am I crying! Haha!"

"Okay, you have just recovered from a serious illness. You should have a good rest and don't get out of bed and walk around... If you feel so bored, just read the book... By the way, this is the secret of physiognomy taught to your father when he was young. Unfortunately, it is a broken book. I am also dull in qualifications. You can go and take a look. Maybe you can still inherit your father's business!"

What, the son inherits his father's business?

Fortune telling?!!

Liu Wenyang took over the ragged secret book. Even though he was very nervous, he never thought that he would come to the Ming Dynasty with glory. The most promising profession in the future would be - charlatan!

However, it seems that there is nothing wrong with being a charlatan. Many famous charlatans in history seem to have developed in the end, such as Yuan Tiangang of the Tang Dynasty, Li Chunfeng of the Song Dynasty, Chen Bo of the Song Dynasty, and Yuan Liuzhuang, who is known as the No. 1 god in the Ming Dynasty, all of these people finally shine on their family lintels and have been passed down through the ages, and some even became high-ranking officials...

In this way, being a charlatan seems to be really promising!

Besides, I am in the Ming Dynasty now, and I can basically know about the major events of 500 years. In a sense, I am almost the same as a great god like Yuan Tiangang and Liu Bowen... Well, I finally made the "Tuibei Picture" and "Shaobian Song". What did I do? The rubbed pictures? Or the sweet potato song?! Someone was very upset.

(By the way, thank you for the rewards from the two book friends in Xihuo Hongchen and Henan. Thank you!)
Chapter completed!