Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 66: Good News? No, Bad News

The morning at Fu An Inn began with a loud sneeze from the next room.

Su Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and finished a night of practicing the Aura Concealment Art.

On the table sat their breakfast: two rock-hard wheat cakes and a small dish of pickled vegetables.

“Our family dog eats better than we do.”

Zhao Rui lay listlessly over the table, prodding a wheat cake with his chopsticks, his face the picture of utter despair.

Ever since Su Ming set their daily spending limit at fifty wen, his standard of living had plummeted from the clouds into the mud.

“Save it. That dish of pickles has to last three days.” Su Ming split a wheat cake and chewed expressionlessly.

“Three days?” Zhao Rui’s wail changed tone, “Su Ming, are you trying to starve me to death so you can swallow the forty taels of silver my father gave me?”

Su Ming didn’t even lift an eyelid. He opened the County Records of Qingzhou that Xu Qing had gifted him and read with interest.

“Disciple, ignore him.” Lin Yu’s voice sounded in Su Ming’s head, lazily just awake, “These greenhouse flowers need a hailstorm of reality to know what human hardship really is.”(internal aside, amused: “But really, those wheat cakes do look rock-hard. Back in my day when I ate instant noodles, at least there was a little sausage.”)

At that moment, downstairs the inn assistant’s impatient shout came: “Room at the end of the second floor, here’s a letter for you!” On their second day staying here, Su Ming had asked Old Qian to help send a message home to let the family know they were safe.

A letter?

Su Ming’s heart stirred.

He hurried downstairs. A man in a short jacket, dust covering him, handed an envelope to the assistant. The man was from Su Family Village, occasionally driving a cart to town to sell mountain goods.

“Su Shan’s kid? Your second brother asked me to bring it.” The man grinned when he saw Su Ming, showing a mouth of yellowed teeth.

Su Ming took the letter and passed over a few copper coins. “Thanks, uncle. Have a bowl of hot tea.”

Back in the room, Zhao Rui immediately crowded in, poking his head over curiously.

envelope was made from the coarsest grass paper, the handwriting crooked, carrying a familiar

letter and skimmed

written by his second brother, Su

simple, yet made Su Ming’s heart

south named Chen had come to the village. That merchant saw their improved new paper, made a decision

received a large sum of money. Zhao Dequan decided on the spot to expand the

slightly uneasy: “Third brother, our family has money now! Mother and Father told me to tell you not to be stingy in town, buy whatever you want! But…

it say?” Zhao

silently and tucked

much, just a

Zhao Rui

Ming didn’t answer. He stared

warmth; instead it felt like

“Master…”

more serious than ever, “Trouble’s here, disciple.

tall tree in the forest invites the wind to break it. Possessing

naive. He thinks this is a blessing? He’s setting the whole Su Family Village on the fire! A remote mountain village suddenly producing low-cost paper comparable to xuan paper—people of weight don’t see it

Plan B of ‘survive by jumping

drew a deep breath and suppressed

his bundle.

Restaurant?” Zhao Rui immediately

“To Xu Qing’s place.”

…

“Brother Xu.”

Su

voice, “My second brother sent a letter. The new paper

hand tightened on his pen. A burst of

nodded. “When it comes, I’ll be

you!” Xu Qing said solemnly; he understood how weighty those words were. This wasn’t just paper—it was the foundation for him and

impatiently by their side, uninterested in

almost pleading: “Su Ming, I beg you, let’s go eat one meal, just one. I’m dying of hunger! I know a teahouse called Tian Xiang Pavilion; their crab roe

his pitiful expression and