"Straw is really soft, much more comfortable than being buried in the ground." Zhao Cheng'an said cheerfully, "I wish every day could be as good as this."
Xia Sheng was speechless, looked deeply at Zhao Cheng'an and asked, "Do you really not have a na?"
"No." Zhao Cheng'an replied firmly, "Nas are important, especially the first ti you get one, you have to be careful."
Xia Sheng: "Do you really have a problem with your brain?"
"Hey, why do you talk so harshly?"
Xia Sheng fell silent.
Seeing Xia Sheng silent, Zhao Cheng'an was unhappy again. Lying on the straw with a face full of envy, he said, "I really envy you for having such a good master. I think I'm not bad either, why won't a master buy ? I can even work for free!"
"Is it just because I can't do arithtic or read?"
"If I could have such good days every day and steal a little on the side, I wouldn't even mind dying a little early."
Xia Sheng: ...
Xia Sheng was now sure that Zhao Cheng'an had a problem with his brain and let his guard down a little.
Once relaxed, Xia Sheng felt like talking.
"I don't want to die early," Xia Sheng said. "I want to live, and live for a long ti."
"My dad, my mom, my grandparents, and my sister all told to live well. Walking all the way from Jin Province, I often thought about just stopping and dying by the roadside, but I don't want to die."
"If I die, my grandparents would have died in vain."
Zhao Cheng'an couldn't understand the complex emotions in Xia Sheng's complex words, but he agreed with Xia Sheng: "I also think it's good to live. Of course, it's better to live as long as you can. I want to live a few more years too."
"I haven't found a master who is willing to na yet. When I do, I'll definitely ask the master to give a nice na, so when I die, I can at least die with a nice na."
"By the way, I actually never understood what Mr. Zhao said today; what kind of place is Taifeng Building, and what is a cook anyway? I do know what an apprentice is; it's pure labor without pay."
Xia Sheng: "... Taifeng Building should be a big restaurant, and a cook is soone who makes als for important people."
"Cook! Are the pig's head at, yellow wine, offal, and white stead buns I stole a few days ago all cooked by a cook?"
"Yes!"
"Can cooks eat whatever they want?"
"... Probably not, but they can eat a little."
"Wow, Mr. Chen is so nice; he actually recomnded such a good job for !"
"Why didn't I co across such a good job when I was looking for work before! When I looked for work before, they all had move things back and forth or grind grain."
Xia Sheng: Maybe it's because those hiring could imdiately tell you're a fool and couldn't be bothered to explain.
Xia Sheng ignored Zhao Cheng'an, turned over and closed his eyes to sleep, leaving Zhao Cheng'an to lie excitedly alone on the straw.
Qin Huai: ...
It's hard to judge, yet strangely reasonable.
As a spirit newly entering the world, Zhao Cheng'an didn't have a good ntor like Chen Huihong had Hui Niang, so it's normal for him to have no common sense. In a feudal society, it would be easy for people to mistake him for a monster and burn him at the stake.
Yet he happens to have a skill, which is stealing, and that's why surviving becos a reasonable thing for him, though he really is a bit too much like a fool.
The guy really dares to say anything, speaks with such honesty that it's hard not to think of him as a fool.
I can only say everything happens for the best possible reasons.
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