HEAVENLY CULTIVATION.
Pause the match to see theater II

Jing Yiran who was listening seriously, immediately sighed to hear Xian Zi who did not stop to sneer, so she immediately reprimanded him. "Listen to the story until it's over don't make a fuss."

Receiving a warning from Jing Yiran, they then proceeded to hear stories of dumpling herders..

"After Yan Su became a wheat laborer, they earned double their salary and were able to buy two portions of bread. But that complacency did not last long for Yan Su.

His mother was attacked by disease and had to be cared for by expert healers, because they had no money so his mother could only lie down while living the days with half dying. While the wheat field that Yan Su had taken care of suddenly burned, there was almost nothing to harvest because everything had already been reduced to ashes which made Yan Su quit the wheat laborers and he started to become a kitchen maid in the house of a noble.

The result he got was not he bought for his own food, but Yan Su kept it to buy his mother's medicine and also happened to be once a week he would get the task of throwing away the stale wheat, which was already stale, because it feels very affectionate if it is thrown away so Yan Su sunn it again for her consumption.

Getting stale wheat, he could use the wheat to mimic the dumplings made by the kitchen chef. But while sunning the stale wheat, the young master of nobility scolded Yan Su. Kick it to make yellow wheat with green mushrooms spilled messily on the ground.

"You're a food thief from my father's kitchen!"

Yan Su panicked, he immediately slammed his knees on the ground. "House master.I only keep grain that will be thrown away.."

The young master snorted in disdain. "Even if the wheat will be thrown away. Did I ever say give it to you?!"

"Take the wheat back and give it to the ants behind the house!"

Yan Su frantically gathered the wheat from the ground. "House master, what if the ants behind the house do not eat it.. Can I. can I eat the rest?"

The young master left, flicking his clothes, his face very arrogant and also miserly." Can't! Then you wait until the ant has finished it all!"

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The story of the Dumpling Shepherd was finished, Xian Zi hit the table using his folded paper, as if bluffing directly at the story maker. "It doesn't make any sense!"

"Wheat is almost mentioned sixteen times! And dumplings only once! The title of the story is absurd!"

Jing Yiran was greatly comforted by the story, as the storyteller passed by with a bag from table to table, Jing Yiran stuffed a few pieces of money into it before returning to enjoy her cup of drink.

Unbeknownst to anyone while listening to the story of Yan Su's dumpling herder, Lau Luo clenched her hands from under her cloak, she said, because the story is almost similar to what Ah Jiu-ge said during their time of poverty and destitution.

As the candlelight flashed out of the window of the housing, Shu Zi Jiu limped while holding a toddler in his hand. The one-year-old was seen with a high fever due to hunger, her fever was also rising because the night wind was colder than usual making her face very pale, slightly blue and a little almost without a trace of life.

The infant-aged Lau Luo involuntarily trembled in Shu Zi Jiu's sling. Only five syllables were spoken with great difficulty as he carried on and passed through the snowy housing. "Ah-ge..what are the dumplings..it tastes good?"

Shu Zi Jiu smiled, stroked the head of the person in his arms and said softly. "Luo-didi you want to eat it?"

Because it is very cold at night increasingly make all the air around them like a frozen fog, The infant Lau Luo immersed her face in Shu Zi Jiu's embrace and her hands shivered in coldness then nodded her head faintly but her eyes glanced at the warm dumplings that happened to be visible from the residents' unclosed windows by a cloth.

When he knocked on the door six times, there was no response. The door of the house was opened from the inside, featuring a thirty-year-old man. "Hey son, what are you doing disturbing other people's curfews?"

The person's hair was a bit tangled as if he had just woken up, Shu Zi Jiu ventured to say. "My sister's master has a high fever from hunger.Did generosity give us a piece of dumplings?"

That guy looks really distracted. "Son, getting food now is very difficult. If I give it to you, then what do we eat?"

Shu Zi Jiu clenched the robe that covered Lau Luo. "I. saw you throw it away for a rat. May I... ask for her spice?"

The door immediately closed violently, the person sneered from inside. ''Ck! Children now rely on compassion to fill their stomachs! You just wait until the rats are full! You can take the rest!"

Shu Zi Jiu had been waiting for a rat to eat the dumplings that the man had already thrown away and while he waited for a long time but no mouse had eaten them, so he did not get the rest of the spices and they could not eat the dumplings.

Seeing Lau Luo be quiet for quite a while, Jing Yiran put down her drink then asked. "Luo-shidi you don't like the story of 'dumpling shepherd'?"

Lau Luo smiled but did not show a smile. "You're very enthusiastic about Yiran-shixiong, are you curious about Yan Su's follow-up?"

Xian Zi was quite surprised. "I've watched this drama hundreds of times until I memorized the dialogue! There's no continuation and ending here, have you ever heard of the 'dumpling shepherd' from another storyteller? Then how did it end?"

"Finally, after Yan Su brought the wheat to the back of the house. He couldn't get his grain at all because after waiting all day, no ants came to eat it."

Hearing Lau Luo's story, Xian Zi again hit the table. "They're so stingy! Why would you rather throw away stale food than give it to someone else?! If I were Yan Su, I would steal it instead of waiting for the leftovers! Even eating the leftover water of a donkey is better than eating the rest of an arrogant person!"

Jing Yiran was also very upset with the attitude of the host that was inside the story. "Yes, but at that time Yan Su was just a child. If he steals the grain and gets caught, he'll be kicked out of the kitchen. Then he won't get the money, can't buy medicine for his mother, it's okay to hold back the hunger a little longer as long as he can still work."

"There is not only one Yan Su in the world, many poor people have the same fate as Yan Su."

Jing Yiran asked. "Didn't that?"

Xian Zi opened her fan. "That's what Yiranshixiong said! There are many Yan Su in this world! If I meet them I will give them wheat, I mean give them food so that they do not lack the nutrients that make them thin like a log!"

From the story of 'dumpling herdsman' there are people who beg to eat, people are full and throw food, and there is also a lack side but without thinking long to give food to others. There were many types of people in this world, if one looked at Yan Su in plain sight then there were many other Yan Su behind his back. Those sold in brothels, who live under bridges or who mingle in the streets rely on their hands for begging.

"How was Luo-shidi after hearing the story of 'The Dumpling Shepherd'?"

Lau Luo said in a low voice. "Very worrying. If I were Yan Su, I would remember anyone's face who had bullied me and one day I would make their mouth lick the dirt under my shoes to dry."

Hearing that, Jing Yiran couldn't bear to be surprised. "Luo-shidi did you really say that?"

Lau Luo smiled slightly and she shook her head. "Of course, shixiong I'm just kidding."