Better Slow Than Rash, True Feelings Revealed

The place Fang Shu had his eye on was the same mine where his second uncle had once mined, and where rumors of Gold-Seeking Insect had circulated.

"Without the <Hu Family Treasure Book>, it would have been just a rumor. But since there's a reminder in the <Hu Family Treasure Book>, such a coincidence is unlikely."

He pondered this in his heart.

Even if the mine owner surnamed Cao was truly deceived by his subordinates, it wouldn't matter if Fang Shu went to investigate; it would just be a wasted trip. But if Fang Shu actually found a clue and discovered the Gold-Seeking Insect, then he would be rich!

A glint of light flickered in Fang Shu's eyes.

It should be noted that there is still a natal Gu, which has yet to be found.

The Dragon-Seeking Gold-Finding Insect is highly valued by both those who practice Gu Dao and those who practice array formations and feng shui. It is said that it is born from the Dragon Qi, which sounds quite mystical.

Using this insect as a candidate for your natal Gu should not be bad!

The thoughts in his mind were stirring, but Fang Shu remained standing on high ground, keeping a close eye on the location of the mine owned by the Cao family, without rushing over to investigate.

After a long while.

Instead, he forcefully suppressed all the thoughts in his mind, let out a long breath, and turned around without hesitation, rushing towards the direction of Guling Town.

This treasure hunt outside the town has been quite fruitful, and a new treasure book has been acquired. Although the origin of this treasure book is quite clear.

It's highly unlikely that a dead man like Hu would lie to the people who helped him collect his body.

However, Fang Shu should not be one-sided and blindly believe everything he reads in the book.

At the very least, he had to inquire in the market and ask the other feng shui masters there whether there was any so-called Dragon Qi in the Lead Mountain Mine.

Ideally, it would be best if Dao Register could fully analyze the feng shui secrets and master them, enabling him to independently locate auspicious sites and understand the intricacies of the art. Only then would it be most appropriate to seek out dragons and capture insects.

On the way back.

The more Fang Shu thought about it, the more he felt that returning to the town first was a wise move.

"There are so many disciples of the Immortal Sect, and many people in Guling Town have ancestors who also joined the Immortal Sect. It can't be that only the Hu Family knows about the Dragon Qi in Lead Mountain," he thought to himself.

If it's truly only the Hu Family acting this way, then there's likely some kind of deception involved. But if that's not the case, he'll surely be able to find out something in the market, making it easier for him to search for dragons and treasures later.

And after Fang Shu calmed down, he suddenly realized something:

"If there really are Gold-Seeking Insect in that mine owned by the Cao family, then the person who mines in a place where Gold-Seeking Insect appear must have made a considerable fortune; it's definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface."

If that happens, it might not be very safe for him to try and extort money with only his second- Bandit Cultivator. It would be better for him to accumulate more experience and improve his methods to be more secure.

Not long after.

Guling Town, nestled in the mountains, came into Fang Shu's view. As he stepped into the town, his mind was made up.

When searching for Gold-Seeking Insect, or other valuables, it's better to proceed slowly rather than hastily.

After returning to the town, Fang Shu glanced at the sky and, instead of heading straight back to the dojo, walked towards the large brick and tile house where his uncle and nephew lived.

The area where Wawu is located has changed dramatically. It is completely different from the original Paper Workshop. Not only is the ground paved with stone bricks, no longer just sandy and dilapidated roads, but the ditches have also been redesigned and rebuilt, making them neat and uniform.

Furthermore, within the Wawu area, many more shops have sprung up, and many courtyards have become shops in the front and yards in the back.

For example, the courtyard where Fang Shu and others were located.

Dou Sufu was clever, so she enlarged the window of her back room and turned it into a shop selling tofu pudding and fried dough sticks, as well as some snacks and groceries.

As for the milk shop on Blood Street, she had long since stopped operating there. Even when selling milk tofu in the back room, she always clearly stated that it was made from cow's milk, without any attempt to embellish the description. In fact, she was very careful about this, as if she was afraid of being looked down upon by the people in the tiled-roof area.

Fang Shu returned without disturbing Dou Sufu. Instead, he strolled back to his right wing room, washed and bathed, and then slept soundly to relieve his fatigue.

He waited until dusk before he staggered out of his room and headed towards Dou Sufu's room.

Before he could even enter the room, a petite figure emerged from Dou Sufu's house, and the two nearly bumped into each other.

The woman's ponytail swayed back and forth. Upon seeing Fang Shu, she called out in a clear voice, "Brother Fang, you're back!"

Fang Shu smiled and replied, "Greetings, Lulu."

The other party was none other than Jiao Lulu, the precious granddaughter of Old Madam Jiao, who lived in the same courtyard.

This woman is quite skilled. Although she almost collided with the Fang Shu, she held the square bowl in both hands without the slightest wobbling. She was clearly a trained fighter with considerable skill.

What surprised Fang Shu even more was that, with his current level of insight, he couldn't discern the girl's cultivation level; he only knew that she was definitely an Immortal cultivator.

"Are you here looking for food too, young master? Sister Dou is preparing some."

Jiao Lulu blushed slightly, looking somewhat shy and introverted. She said something to Fang Shu again before hurrying away to return to the main room.

Please give my regards to Old Madam Jiao.

Fang Shu didn't exchange many pleasantries. After saying a few polite words, he walked towards Dou Sufu's room.

As soon as I entered the room, a pleasant aroma of soy milk and milk wafted into my nostrils.

Without him saying a word, Dou Sufu, with her headscarf wrapped around her head and sleeves rolled up, deftly scooped out steaming hot soy milk from the bucket, picked up a few fried dough sticks, put them on a plate, and stuffed them into Fang Shu's hand.

"I didn't know you were coming back today. I haven't gotten ready yet. Have something to eat first."

Dou Sufu wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, smiled at Fang Shu with a fragrant breath, and then spoke:

"The rest, I'll get it for you right away."

Faced with the woman's enthusiastic attitude, Fang Shu did not stand on ceremony. He took a bowl of soy milk and a plate of fried dough sticks and sat down in her house to eat.

This wasn't the first time he'd gotten a free meal in Dou Sufu's room.

Since everyone moved into the tiled house, Dou Sufu, fearing that she would be disliked for opening a business, took the initiative to provide meals for the other three households in the courtyard.

All it takes is a call from the crowd, and she'll act like a cook, preparing a few dishes for everyone, and occasionally even getting some meat to share.

Of course, Fang Shu is currently the only one who can eat directly in Dou Sufu's room.

Jiao Lulu had also been invited, but being an introverted person, she didn't dare to be so impolite. As for the others, they were all urged to take their bowls back to their own rooms to eat.

Fang Shu ate heartily, and by the time he was almost finished, Dou Sufu had prepared several small dishes.

The dishes were few, but included both meat and vegetables: seasonal vegetables, braised beef, pig's head meat, steamed egg custard, sweet fermented rice balls, and a fried fish. All of them looked very appealing.

The other person, also carrying a porcelain bowl, plopped down next to Fang Shu and brought a small pot of wine, and started eating with Fang Shu.

The two started chatting.

"Is business here as good as before? Are the shops able to stay open?"

"Business is naturally not as good as before. I mainly make breakfast for the neighbors, but the advantage is that I save on storefront fees and don't have to take a cut."

Dou Sufu's face was glowing; although her eyes were tired, her whole body was filled with hope for a new life, and she was quite excited.

"We can manage! Once we have more people, I'll brew some more wine to sell, and I should be able to pay off the mortgage in about ten years."

The reason this woman was able to buy the house was not only because of the hard-earned money she had saved over the past ten years, but also because she had taken out a large loan from a money lender.

Looking at the other person's excited face, Fang Shu hesitated, not wanting to spoil their fun.

But he still said, almost inadvertently:

"By the way, I heard that your husband's surname is Hu? Didn't Brother Hu leave you anything back then? You've had to work so hard."

Dou Sufu's face visibly darkened, but she quickly smiled and said with relief:

"Brother Hu, what's your surname?"

She recalled, her gaze somewhat unfocused, and glanced at her own brick and tile house, whispering:

"Your brother Hu must have left some belongings behind, otherwise how could I continue to squeeze into this courtyard with you two, uncle and nephew?"

The other party showed no resentment towards Fang Shu for saying things he shouldn't have; instead, it was as if they had opened a floodgate of words, sipping wine and talking at the same time.

"Back then, your brother Hu promised my mother that she would live in a tiled house in the market, and it had to be the main house."

But who would have thought that this short-lived man, now we don't even know where his remains are. He probably doesn't even have a grave, let alone a tiled house... Bah!"

Fang Shu listened attentively, occasionally chiming in with a few words:

"Perhaps Brother Hu isn't dead yet."

Upon hearing this, Dou Sufu rolled her eyes. "If he's not dead yet, I'd rather he were. He hasn't come looking for me all these years; he deserves to rot in the ground."

However, amidst the woman's cursing, Fang Shu could clearly see a few unrealistic hopes in her eyes.

He didn't say anything more, but just silently took a few sips of his drink.

Not long after, Dou Sufu, who had originally just been eating with Fang Shu, was...

She was drunk, her face flushed, her breath reeking of alcohol, as if she had just taken a bath; her aura was seductive, and her eyes were alluring.

Dou Sufu was still staring at Fang Shu with a dazed smile, lost in thought.

As for what Fang Shu wanted to find out from the other party, he had already obtained all the information through indirect means.

The other party's deceased husband indeed boasted of his ancestral lineage, claiming that his ancestors were disciples of the Immortal Sect and that he also knew a few deceptive feng shui techniques.

According to Dou Sufu, Brother Hu managed to raise the Talisman Coins by deceiving noble Aristocratic Clan, which enabled him to go up the mountain to seek immortality.

Furthermore, considering the information revealed by Dou Sufu, the authenticity of what Fang Shu wrote in the Hu Family Treasure Book has undoubtedly increased!

Suddenly.

As Fang Shu was pondering, Dou Sufu leaned her cheek against him.

The woman rested her chin on her hand, her eyes glazed over as she stared intently at his face, her voluptuous, mature body pressing closer.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Shu heard Dou Sufu murmur softly:

"You said this is your only chance, your only chance in this lifetime, and you don't want to give it up. You told me to wait at home and you'll be back soon."

Her voice was filled with melancholy:

"But you bastard, what were you doing leaving me all alone in the market? I've been waiting for you for so long..."

Fang Shu was slightly taken aback, then immediately realized that the other person must be drunk and had mistaken him for the man surnamed Hu.

Seeing the genuine emotion on Dou Sufu's face, Fang Shu sighed softly and stood up.

Dou Sufu looked up, bewildered, her cheeks flushed, and murmured shyly, "Oh, how come you don't look old at all? What are you trying to do...?"

Before the other person could regain their senses, Fang Shu suddenly flicked his finger lightly at their cheek.

Buzz!

A Sleepy Insect pounced on her, hovering in front of Dou Sufu's mouth and nose.

The other person's eyelids immediately drooped, and their body swayed as if they were about to collapse onto the table.

Fang Shu reached out and scooped the other person up, then placed them on the narrow bed in the back room.

Immediately afterwards.

He deftly closed the doors and windows, blew out the lights and candles, and shut down the business, allowing the woman a rare night of rest, lest she become ill from prolonged excitement and overwork.

As for himself, he remained in the back room without any hesitation and did not leave.