The Demon Lords

Chapter 856 189: Lavish Funeral!

"Come, Dahu, eat this egg."

At the dining table, the Sword Saint peeled an egg and placed it in Dahu's bowl.

"Okay."

Liu Dahu nodded and obediently started eating the egg, while also eating the porridge and pickles.

The Sword Saint peeled another egg for himself and ate it bit by bit. Pointing at the porridge pot in front of him, he said to the woman:

"Don't make porridge for breakfast anymore. Dahu is at the age where he's growing and needs to eat more nutritious food. After you finish work tonight, go to the shop by the General's Mansion and ask for some goat milk. Dahu should drink it in the morning."

Before the woman could speak, the old lady who was drinking porridge beside them objected:

"What's wrong with porridge? It's much better, and goat milk is so expensive. We can't live extravagantly like this."

The Sword Saint chuckled and said:

"But the child is growing and needs to eat well so he can grow strong and get sick less often."

"What's wrong with porridge? It's so fragrant. Son-in-law, you've never experienced disasters. During famines, people even chewed tree bark. Having a bowl of porridge was a blessing.

Plus, goat milk has such a strong and rancid smell. What's good about it?"

The Sword Saint shook his head. He was very firm on this matter.

He was a swordsman and had practiced martial arts since childhood.

As the saying goes, "Literature requires poverty, but martial arts require wealth."

To train a martial artist, first, they need to eat well. Ordinary families can't afford this lifestyle. He was fortunate to meet his master as a child. Otherwise, even if he practiced martial arts, it would be hard to achieve his current accomplishments without a strong body.

In this era, street martial artists often get injured and actually understand some medicine.

In modern terms, they could be considered half a nutritionist and half a pharmacist.

"Even when making porridge, add more meat and eggs, cook it with fish slices too. Don't make plain porridge anymore.

As for goat milk, it must be drunk. Look at the wild people on the snow plains; their lives aren't much better than ours, but their bodies are sturdy."

"Son-in-law, if we live as you say, won't our family..."

The Sword Saint put down his chopsticks,

and said seriously:

"Listen to me."

The old lady immediately closed her mouth.

After all, he was the only adult male in the family, and even if he was currently weak, his words still carried weight.

The woman nodded and said:

"I understand. I'll buy it after work."

"Yes, don't be afraid to spend money. When I recover, I can still work and won't let our family starve."

"We have enough silver at home." The woman also earned some silver from her work.

The old lady pursed her lips and continued eating her porridge, deliberately making loud slurping noises.

She really disliked this extravagant lifestyle her disabled son-in-law insisted on,

but since he was providing good food and drink for her grandson,

she couldn't argue further,

no matter what, she could tell this new son-in-law genuinely cared for her grandson.

After breakfast,

the old lady cleaned up the dishes,

the woman went to work,

and the Sword Saint, using a cane, took Liu Dahu to school.

Liu Dahu's books and stationery were in a small cloth bag. The Sword Saint insisted on carrying it himself, while Liu Dahu supported the Sword Saint's hand as they walked together.

Rather than saying the stepfather was taking the child to school, it seemed more like the child was accompanying his stepfather to class.

On the way, Liu Dahu met several classmates, and when someone saw his father in this condition, they couldn't help but tease:

"Dahu, is that your dad?"

Liu Dahu always stood with his chest out,

shouting loudly:

"Yes, he's my dad!"

Not a hint of shame about his father needing a cane and being a debilitated person.

At the school gate, Liu Dahu took his cloth bag from the Sword Saint, bowed deeply to him:

"Father, I'm off to school."

"Alright, listen to your teacher."

"Yes, Father."

Watching Liu Dahu run into the school, the Sword Saint's face filled with a contented smile. He turned and continued with his cane, ready to head back.

To his surprise, when he turned, he saw Lord Zheng dressed in foreign clothing.

Lord Zheng was not actually wearing foreign clothing, but rather a hoodie Siniang had woven for him before. Because it had a hood and could cover his face, he wore it whenever he wanted to walk alone.

After all, wherever he went, he would be surrounded and cheered. Initially, it was exciting, but over time, he craved some quietness.

"Oh, what a coincidence," Zheng Fan said with a smile.

The Sword Saint nodded and said, "It is a coincidence."

"Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten. Have you?"

"Not yet, wait a bit, I'll go buy two pastries."

All the shops within Snow Sea Pass are actually industries of the Earl's Mansion, following the old system from Shengle City.

After buying two lamb pastries, Zheng Fan came back, eating as he spoke to the Sword Saint:

"Shall I walk you back?"

The Sword Saint shook his head and said, "I want to walk out of the city. Staying in the city feels suffocating."

"But your health?"

"Strolling near the walls is fine, as long as I get outside the city gates."

"Alright then."

Zheng Fan accompanied the Sword Saint in a slow walk. The Sword Saint walked and stopped, needing frequent breaks, and Zheng Fan didn't offer a hand to support him.

After a while, they finally passed through the city gates.

Outside, there was the bustling scene of large-scale construction sites.