“Thwack!”
In the small courtyard, Xu Qi An stood under the eaves, casually throwing a diamond-shaped dart. He didn’t even bother to aim carefully.
Yet it precisely hit the bullseye on a wooden stake twenty paces away.
This wasn’t because Xu Qi An’s dart-throwing technique was particularly skillful, but rather… he was lucky.
“There’s something wrong with this body…” Xu Qi An muttered to himself.
His luck was too good. Over the past month, he had picked up a total of one tael and two qian of silver, equivalent to half a month’s salary.
This amount was enough for an ordinary family of three to live frugally for three months.
The strangest thing was that he always picked up one qian of silver each time. This couldn’t be explained by luck alone.
He didn’t need to ask Yuan Fang to know that something was amiss.
“System daddy? Come out, don’t play hide and seek with me,” Xu Qi An probed.
The system ignored him.
Over the past month, he had made countless attempts to awaken the system.
Reality told him that there was no system at all.
How could he explain the strange luck then?
“To think that I, who’ve never won even five yuan in the lottery from childhood to adulthood, would one day evolve into a luck god. But luck gods have extremely short lifespans…” Xu Qi An smiled bitterly, mocking himself.
One thing was certain: the original owner of this body didn’t have such incredible luck. If he had, his aunt wouldn’t have looked down on him; she would have treated him like an ancestor.
The whole family wouldn’t have needed to work hard; they could have lived off his money-picking ability.
“This kind of gift from an unknown source makes me feel inexplicably uneasy…” Xu Qi An’s eyes sank deep in thought as he sighed, “I can only take it one step at a time.”
Today was his day off. Xu Qi An leaped over the ten-foot-high wall to have breakfast at Second Uncle’s house.
The small courtyard he lived in actually used to belong to an old steward of the Xu family, separated from the main residence by just a wall.
Later, after the old steward passed away, the small courtyard was left vacant until Xu Qi An had a falling out with his aunt and angrily moved here.
The original Xu Qi An was stubborn, usually cooking his own three meals a day. Second Uncle would occasionally climb over the wall with wine and dishes to have a drink with his nephew.
The current Xu Qi An saw no need to honor the original’s stubborn ways. If he were to make breakfast himself, he wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. And eating out would be too wasteful.
Wouldn’t it be nicer to listen to music at the brothel? Mainly to see the little sisters in thin gauze skirts shaking their hips.
…
In the inner hall.
Aunt, wearing a dark red wide-sleeved dress, glanced at Xu Qi An as he entered, pursed her lips, and lowered her head to drink her porridge.
Aunt wasn’t a young lady from a wealthy family; her father was a xiucai, barely qualifying as a scholarly family. Having been influenced by this environment, Aunt was somewhat reasonable. Having just benefited from her unlucky nephew’s kindness, she couldn’t bring herself to drive him away. Regarding this nephew who had proven the saying “don’t underestimate the young,” she now turned a blind eye.
The little bean stood in front of a round stool, her breakfast placed on it: three meat buns, two youtiao, a stack of small dishes, and a large bowl of white porridge.
“Big Brother…” she called out unclearly.
“Where’s Ci Jiu?” Xu Qi An asked.
Ci Jiu was Xu Xinnian’s courtesy name, a supplement to his given name.
“Locked in his room writing poetry,” Xu Pingzhi said.
Xu Qi An sat down. Lü’e brought him a bowl of white porridge, six meat buns, a plate of pickled radish, and a bowl of tofu pudding.
A martial artist at the Refining Essence realm had a much larger appetite than ordinary people.
However, when reaching his uncle’s level of Cultivating the Qi realm, his appetite wasn’t much different from that of ordinary people.
Only half full… Xu Qi An glanced at the little bean and said with a gentle smile, “Ling Yin, how about sharing a meat bun with Big Brother?”
Everyone looked at him. The youngest daughter of the family cared about nothing except food. Whoever tried to snatch food from her bowl would face her wrath.
“No!” Little Bean indeed spread her arms, protecting her food like a mother hen guarding her chicks.
“Don’t be hasty, Big Brother won’t let you lose out,” Xu Qi An took a meat bun and put it on her plate, then pointed at the four meat buns and said:
“These four meat buns, don’t we all have a share?”
Xu Ling Yin pecked at her head.
“Shouldn’t we divide them equally?”
Xu Ling Yin tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then nodded.
“You get two buns, Big Brother gets two buns, and then Big Brother will give you half a youtiao. Aren’t you making a profit?”
“Mm.” Xu Ling Yin was led by the rhythm, feeling she had made a great deal, beaming with joy.
Xu Yue Yue: “…”
Xu Pingzhi glanced at his nephew: (・_・)
Aunt angrily said, “How could I have given birth to such a foolish daughter? It’s killing me!”
The little bean felt very wronged, she had gained half a youtiao, why was her mother scolding her?