The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 1156

Chapter 1156: Chapter 979, You’re Welcome

At dusk, a robust man came to bring food to Old Man Li, followed by a rather stocky little boy.

Upon entering the yard, the little boy curiously looked at Daozi, who was sitting next to Old Man Li.

Daozi glanced at him and then looked away, staring at the food in the robust man’s hand, rubbing his already hungry belly.

The food was simple, three fist-sized boiled potatoes, plus two bowls of thin corn gruel.

Old Man Li didn’t say anything, just picked up a potato and started eating.

Seeing this, Daozi didn’t need to be called; he went over, took a potato self-sufficiently, and began to peel it.

The robust man who delivered the food wanted to stop Daozi, as the three potatoes were all meant for Old Man Li’s own rations, and the Prince’s son only had a bowl of corn gruel.

However, seeing Old Man Li give him a look, the robust man didn’t dare to speak up.

At this time, the little boy who came with him asked, walking up to Daozi curiously, "Aren’t you the Prince’s son? Can you get used to eating our food here?"

Daozi, who had nearly finished peeling his potato, was about to eat when he heard the little boy’s question and frowned, "What do you mean ’our food’? These potatoes were grown by my mother, they should be our food, not yours."

Old Man Li and the robust man were both slightly taken aback.

Indeed, it seemed that potatoes and corn were brought to Xiliang by the Princess Consort.

Those two types of crops fed many of the poor in Xiliang.

Daozi ate a few bites of potato, felt a bit choked up, then picked up the corn gruel and took a sip. After finishing, he grimaced, "This corn gruel isn’t tasty."

The little boy reached out, took the bowl from Daozi’s hand, and drank a big sip, "I think it tastes really good."

Seeing only half a bowl of corn gruel left, Daozi got angry, "That’s mine, how can you eat my food?"

The little boy retorted, "What ’yours’? My dad is the chief here; these things should belong to me." After saying that, he tried to drink more of Daozi’s corn gruel.

Seeing this, Daozi quickly grabbed the bowl, ran to Old Man Li, and angrily said with a stern face, "You’re eating the crops my mother planted and yet bully me, this is ingratitude."

The robust man felt a bit embarrassed and quickly stopped Zhang Xiaohu, "If you are hungry, I’ll take you upfront to eat."

Zhang Xiaohu, who was only about two years older than Daozi and quite naughty, was not ready to go back after finally meeting a friend from outside the village.

"No, let’s not. Brother Leopard, can you help me bring the food here, I want to eat here."

The robust man looked at Old Man Li, and seeing that he did not object, turned around and left. Before long, he came back with a bowl of corn gruel and a potato.

"Here, I drank some of yours, so I’m returning it to you."

Zhang Xiaohu exchanged his corn gruel with Daozi’s.

Daozi reluctantly accepted it, letting Zhang Xiaohu sit down beside him.

While eating the potato, Zhang Xiaohu asked, "Do you also eat these things at home?"

Daozi shook his head, "No, I eat very well at home, with vegetables, meat, soup, rice, and even fruit and pastries after meals."

Zhang Xiaohu, envious, swallowed his saliva, "Must be really tasty, right?"

Daozi quickly nodded, "Of course, the things my mother makes are delicious."

Daozi quickly opened the pouch and gave Zhang Xiaohu a piece of dried sweet potato, thought for a while, and then gave one to Old Li, and then looked at the strong man...

"I don’t have much dried sweet potato left, and I don’t know how long you’ll keep me here. I’ll give you half a piece." He strained to split it and handed half to the strong man.

The strong man looked at the half piece of dried sweet potato in his hands, somewhat flattered.

Zhang Xiaohu quickly finished his dried sweet potato, "It really is sweet, I want more."

Daozi covered his pouch, "No, I don’t have much left. If you release me, I’ll take you to my place to play, and you can eat as much as you want. But I need to keep what’s in my pouch, just in case you don’t feed me."

When the big boss at the courtyard entrance saw Daozi seizing every opportunity to persuade his naive son to release him, he stopped dawdling and stepped inside.

As Daozi saw the big boss, his eyes lit up, "Are you here to let me go home?"

Big boss: "..."

Zhang Xiaohu hurriedly ran over and hugged the big boss, "Dad, please let him go, he’s so pitiable."

The big boss looked at his naive son, at a loss for words - pitiable, the son of Prince Wei Yuan? The boy must be out of his mind.

Ignoring his naive son, the big boss addressed Daozi, "As long as your dad agrees to release our people and promises not to attack Wuhu Village, I will let you go."

Daozi pouted, "So, I can’t go back to sleep at home tonight?"

Upon hearing this, the corners of the big boss’s mouth twitched involuntarily, but before he could react, Daozi started again, "All the food you are eating now, it’s all grown by my mom, you need to treat me well." Pointing at Zhang Xiaohu, he added, "I want to sleep with him tonight."

Zhang Xiaohu eagerly nodded, "Sure, sure!"

The big boss was at a loss for words and just looked at Daozi, then after a while, he managed to say, "You really are unreserved."