Cheng Yu woke early the next morning in a state of torment.
The quilt in the Daoist temple was damp, the place he slept was hard, his stomach was growling, and his body ached terribly.
He got up helplessly. Honestly, Cheng Yu considered himself someone with a very healthy mindset. He could view and accept many things that happened to him from an outsider's perspective.
But he had still underestimated one saying.
"It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard to go from luxury to frugality."
Whether before or after transmigrating, Cheng Yu had rarely worried about making a living. Of course, the high point had been when he played Prince Shen. Back then, he only needed to think and act, without ever worrying about survival.
But now he had to consider a philosophical question that held immense significance for ordinary people.
"What do you do when you're hungry and have neither money nor food?"
With that thought, a helpless Cheng Yu slowly rose. In any case, he should get dressed first, for safety's sake.
(System, equip the Pure White Emissary for me.)
"Huh? Are you sure?" (￢‸￢) ?
(Huh? Why? Am I not allowed to wear equipment? The great god said I could use equipment! Don't try to fool me!) ＜(｀^′)＞
"Uh, never mind. You probably wouldn't listen even if I explained. You'll understand once you experience it yourself." ╮(๑•́ ₃•̀๑)╭
As he was thinking, the Pure White Emissary transformed according to Cheng Yu's wishes into a spotless white Daoist robe, white cloth shoes, a white hairpin, and white underclothes.
Yep, the same old flavor: pure funeral parlor.
Just as Cheng Yu was silently mocking it, his body suddenly sagged. He felt as though every ounce of strength had been drained from him.
Alarmed, he hurriedly asked