Chapter 4 Encourage it!

Carry a thousand two hundred steps.

Live a thousand two hundred years.

Such a grandiose statement.

The insect lights within the gauze bag seemed to dim for a moment. Qi Wuhuo looked up at the old man before him, his chewing slowing down. Frowning, he asked, "Are you kidding, old man?"

"Legend has it that even Peng Zu lived only eight hundred years. Twelve hundred?"

The old man spread his hands and chuckled playfully, "Who told you to take this, that? I'm getting mad, so I'm just joking. Haha... Ah, boy, don't be mad. Leave me your meat porridge!"

The old man was about to make a few more jokes when he saw the small-town boy swiftly trying to take the old man's meat porridge as well. He couldn't help but laugh. After calling him a few times, the boy finally put the meat porridge back.

Qi Wuhuo was usually silent, upright, and only at this moment could he see the character of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old. The old man stroked his beard and smiled. From then on, no further mention of the so-called good fortune was made.

Qi Wuhuo lived far out in the town, but news spread quickly. The story of the young man from the Qi family carrying an elderly man back home quickly spread throughout the nearby streets.

Some said it was an elder from the same clan, some said it was a marriage, and still others said Qi Wuhuo coveted the old man's wealth and provided for him generously. To ask why, just look at the purple robe he wore—that outfit alone was unmatched in the entire town.

Otherwise, why would Qi Wuhuo, a desperately poor man, bring him back?