I inherited my grandfather's Tang Dynasty assets.

Chapter 10 From now on, you shall call me Young Master

In other words, the mission generated by the time portal was for him to find this Blood Child. He certainly didn't believe in ghosts and gods, so as long as he could assist the government in solving the case and finding the real culprit, the so-called Blood Child, within ten days, he would have completed the mission.

Chen Yue never expected the task to be so abstract.

Why send him to solve a case out of the blue? Is there some hidden meaning behind it? Or was it just a random time portal?

"Sir, is there anything else you require?"

Seeing that Chen Yue hadn't responded for a while, Liu Boyan couldn't help but ask, his eyes filled with anticipation.

In his view, if Shennong was willing to take action, no matter whether the other party was human or ghost, they would have nowhere to hide.

"Liu Boyan, I'm quite interested in this case. Do you have any way to obtain the detailed case file?"

Although Chen Yue knew nothing about investigating cases, giving up so easily was not his style; he had to at least review the detailed case files first.

What if I discover something amiss?

Liu Boyan was overjoyed.

"If others cannot do it, then you certainly can. How about this, I will return to Chang'an now and bring Fan Tao here first thing tomorrow morning. You may ask me anything you may want to know."

"Okay, it's settled then. You can come around 7-9 AM tomorrow."

"Respect Your Excellency's command."

Before he knew it, it was noon, and Chen Yue was a little hungry.

"Go back now, Zhao Xiong. Have Seventh Sister bring some food with you immediately."

Zhao Xiong nodded quickly.

"Does Your Excellency have any dietary restrictions? If you have any requests, please feel free to make them, but today we are in a bit of a rush and may not be able to be thorough enough."

"No need for such trouble, some ordinary food will do, chicken would be better if it's available."

Zhao Xiong immediately breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; it was too easy.

In previous years, Chen Shan spent most of his time in Chang'an during the Tang Dynasty, but he would occasionally rest in the temple. Therefore, there was a small hut next to the temple specifically for him to rest.

But it had been abandoned for ten years, so Zhao Xiong immediately found two quick-witted women to tidy it up.

Wang Xian and Liu Boyan also brought new window covers and bedding, as well as exquisite tables and chairs, and the room was set up in half a day, covering an area of ​​about 20 to 30 square meters.

There was also a heater inside, which Chen Yue liked very much. He lit a pleasant incense burner, filling the room with an antique charm.

"Seventh Sister, sit down and eat with me, don't be shy."

The little girl changed into clean clothes and carefully tidied herself up. She was indeed a little beauty, at least according to Chen Yue's aesthetic standards. However, she was too thin and looked malnourished.

Although he was clearly fifteen, he looked like he was twelve or thirteen, even though Chen Yue had given himself the identity of Shennong's grandson.

But deep down, he was still a fine socialist youth with little sense of hierarchy.

It's really awkward for me to be enjoying this feast while a young girl stands by and watches.

"My lord, Seventh Sister has already eaten."

Zhao Qimei hurriedly said, but her constant swallowing could not be hidden from Chen Yue.

His expression immediately hardened, and he adopted a more authoritative demeanor.

"Eat as you please, there's no need to hold back. There's so much delicious food, I can't possibly finish it all by myself, wouldn't that be a waste?"

The lunch was fairly normal, but the dinner was a bit excessive, with a full twelve dishes made with the finest ingredients.

Although the taste was just average, two dishes were quite good. These were not made by the villagers of Zhao Family Village, but were specially purchased by Wang Xian from the best restaurant in Chang'an.

Zhao Qimei has already heated everything up, and there is also a pot of Chang'an's famous Zui Xian Niang wine.

How could he possibly finish all this food by himself? Seeing Chen Yue get angry, Zhao Qimei finally sat down, but she was hesitant to pick up her chopsticks.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yue immediately took her bowl and filled it with delicious food.

"Here you go, there are no outsiders here, eat as much as you want, there's more if you're not full."

Zhao Qimei lost her mother when she was six years old. After Zhao Lin married her stepmother, she never had a good day again, even though her family had made a considerable fortune selling mountain products.

But he was extremely demanding of her, providing her with delicacies she would never have dared to dream of. Most importantly, she felt a long-lost sense of care from Chen Yue.

As he ate, he couldn't help but think of his mother, and his eyes filled with tears.

"Seventh Sister, you are the first person I met when I came to the Tang Dynasty. We cultivators value fate, and I think you and I are quite destined to meet."

Why do you have this name? People who don't know you might think you have six older brothers and sisters.

The girl was too introverted, and Chen Yue was a chatterbox. It would be boring to just eat without talking, so he took the initiative to talk to her.

"I was born on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. My mother said the day was auspicious, so I was called Seventh Sister."

The Qixi Festival originated in the Han Dynasty, and by the Tang Dynasty it had become a grand festival, so this explanation makes sense.

"You're 15 now, can you read?"

Zhao Qimei shook her head. Although the Tang Dynasty was open, it was still a feudal dynasty. It was inherently more difficult for women to study than for men, and most of them were young ladies from wealthy families.

Zhao Qimei was just a mountain dweller. Although her family was quite wealthy, with her stepmother around, going to school was out of the question.

The Tang Dynasty used a complex traditional Chinese character system inherited from the Han and Wei dynasties, or what is called "standard character system". However, it differed from the traditional characters used in later generations. In particular, among the common people, some simplified characters used in later generations had already appeared for convenience.

But it doesn't matter, whether it's traditional or simplified characters, it makes no difference to Chen Yue.

Since he was 6 years old, his grandfather had been forcing him to learn traditional Chinese characters. If he didn't learn, he would be beaten without any room for negotiation.

At that time, Chen Yue had a lot of resentment and felt that it was useless. Now he realizes that the old man was paving the way for him.

He himself suffered from a lack of education; it was extremely difficult to learn at that age. But he knew that if Chen Yue didn't understand traditional Chinese characters, he would be practically illiterate if he went to the Tang Dynasty.

"How about this, from now on, after you deliver the food, you don't need to rush back. Just stay here and talk to me. I'll teach you to read, write, and do arithmetic, okay?"

He found it really boring to be alone at the Shennong Temple. Ten days was not a short time, and having this little girl with him helped pass the time.

"Seventh Sister is willing to follow the adults to study and learn to read. Seventh Sister kowtows to you, sir."

After all, she was just a child. Her introverted nature was merely a way of protecting herself. Her still-cold heart was warmed by Chen Yue's few words.

"Get up. From now on, don't kowtow so easily. Also, I'm not some old man. I'll be spending a lot of time in the Tang Dynasty from now on, so you'll be my maid. I'll grant you permission to call me 'Young Master'."

"Yes, young master."

The tears in Zhao Qimei's eyes could no longer be held back and burst forth.

"Mother, was it you protecting Seventh Sister from heaven? She met the Divine Farmer..."

At this moment, Zhao Qimei felt a sense of belonging.

With Chen Yue's encouragement, Seven Sister was noticeably more relaxed during the conversation and even dared to speak to Chen Yue on her own initiative.

Before we knew it, we were talking about the hour of Xu (7-9 PM), and it was already completely dark. It was only a little past seven o'clock, and in modern society, there are still many people working overtime at their companies.

But for the ancients, it was time to rest. It would take about half an hour to get back to the village. It would be dark and they would be in the mountains. She was a little worried about going back to Chen Yue alone.

He casually said something to Zhao Qimei, who was clearing away the dishes.

"It's getting late, you don't need to go back. You can sleep here tonight."

Zhao Qimei trembled, a blush crept onto her face, and she softly hummed in agreement.