My Father Has Definitely Been Possessed

Li Changqing didn't know much about this son, as the original host had left very little mention of him in his writings.

He only knew that his son's name was Li Hengsheng. Seeing this name, Li Changqing understood just how obsessed the original host was with becoming the Painting Sage.

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"Thank you," Li Changqing said to the middle-aged man in purple.

The middle-aged man in purple looked at Li Changqing in surprise. Since when had he become so polite?

He was just a minor post official, yet today Li Changqing seemed a bit off.

"You're too kind, Master Li," the purple-clad post official quickly replied, then hurried off to deliver messages to others.

Li Changqing tore open the letter, finding a piece of paper and a silver ticket inside. He glanced at the contents of the letter.

The letter was short.

At home, Li Changqing had also found a few letters from Li Hengsheng, and the content was pretty much the same every time.

Father, I am doing well in the Dao Mountain Ancient Land. Here is this month's living expenses. This month, I completed a sect mission, and the elder gave me a reward, so I'm sending you an extra twenty taels of silver. Please spend it wisely. I'm not around, so take good care of yourself. Don't worry about me.

Li Changqing looked at the silver ticket, which was for seventy taels of silver.

Such a ticket could be exchanged for silver at the town's bank. Although he wasn't familiar with the prices, Li Changqing knew that seventy taels of silver was certainly not a small amount.

For an ordinary family, it would be a considerable fortune, but for Li Changqing, who was used to a luxurious lifestyle and needed to buy a lot of expensive paper and ink, it was far from enough.

From the original host's diary, Li Changqing had seen complaints about his son being a bastard, sending only a little money each month. He had even written to ask for more, but Li Hengsheng never sent any extra.

Even though Li Hengsheng sent letters every month, the original host hadn't replied in nearly a year.

"This Li Changqing really is a bastard," Li Changqing cursed, clutching the letter. If his own son were even a tenth as good as Li Hengsheng, he would be moved to tears.

What they say about droughts and floods is true.

Having such a good child and not knowing how to cherish him.

Truly a beast.

Li Changqing knew that the money each month was surely scraped together by his son, who had to send it back. As a cultivator, the resources provided by the sect each month were meant for purchasing cultivation resources. Li Hengsheng probably didn't have enough for himself and still had to send money back to support such a beastly father.

Taking a deep breath, Li Changqing held the silver ticket, feeling a bit uneasy.

Although Li Hengsheng wasn't his son, having crossed over and inherited this body, receiving his son's support money left Li Changqing with complex feelings.

If it were his past self, receiving money from his son, he'd be overjoyed for days.

But now, receiving this money filled Li Changqing with a sense of guilt.

He didn't know exactly what kind of life Li Hengsheng was living, but he could imagine that as a disciple with average talent and no background in a large sect like the Dao Mountain Ancient Land, life couldn't be easy.

And he still had to scrape together money from his cultivation resources to support him.

"Damn it, in my past life, my son wasn't filial, and I was upset. In this life, my son is too filial, and I'm still damn upset!" Li Changqing slammed the table in anger.

"How much?" Li Changqing asked the stall owner. Although he wasn't quite full, he had lost his appetite.

"Eight copper coins," the stall owner said sheepishly, noticing that Li Changqing seemed to be in a bad mood for some reason.

Li Changqing took out his money pouch, picked the smallest silver ingot, and tossed it over, estimating it to be about one tael.

"So much? Master Li, wait a moment," the stall owner quickly turned around, busied himself for a while, and returned nine qian of silver and ninety-two copper coins to Li Changqing.

Only then did Li Changqing realize that one tael of silver could be exchanged for a thousand copper coins, and the seventy taels sent by Li Hengsheng was indeed a large sum.

Seeing the original host's records of extravagant spending each month, Li Changqing had thought silver wasn't worth much.

Turns out, this guy was just too wasteful.

After finishing his meal, Li Changqing decided to stroll around the town and take a good look at this world.

He couldn't live like the original host, idling away and dreaming unrealistic dreams while leeching off his son, could he?

Having such a son, Li Changqing truly felt heartache.

Although it was called a town, it was really quite large. Li Changqing walked for over two hours and only visited a few markets. Along the way, he encountered many people who recognized him, but unfortunately, he didn't recognize any of them and had no memory of them.

Fortunately, the original Li Changqing was somewhat aloof and didn't have many friends, so it wasn't too hard to explain if he ran into acquaintances.

"Master Li," someone called out as he passed by a shop in Baiting Market.

A short, chubby old man came out, smiling and clasping his hands. "Your son should have sent money today, right? Come in and take a look. I just got a new batch of exquisite Liuyun paper, perfect for painting, and very suitable for you!"

Li Changqing looked at the shop, realizing it was a store selling stationery.

It seemed the original Li Changqing often bought paper here.

Curious, Li Changqing walked in and looked around. The shop had brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, all looking very exquisite, but Li Changqing didn't feel anything special about them.

"How much is this paper per sheet?" Li Changqing asked out of curiosity.

"Hehe, this Liuyun paper is rare. You've always wanted it, so buy a little more today. You're a regular, so I'll give you a discount, three taels of silver per sheet. How about it?" The chubby shopkeeper squinted his eyes.

Li Changqing almost spat out the porridge he had just eaten.

"Three taels of silver, for a sheet of paper?" he exclaimed in shock.

"Yes, Master Li, you're a regular. Otherwise, for others, it would be three taels and five qian per sheet," the chubby shopkeeper replied, looking at Li Changqing in confusion.

He thought Li Changqing seemed a bit off today. Normally, upon seeing this Liuyun paper, he'd be drooling over it.

He would never think that a mere three taels of silver was expensive. What was going on today?

Li Changqing looked at the paper, speechless for a long time. He finally understood how the original Li Changqing's wealth had been squandered.

Becoming a painter was truly difficult.

The initial investment was just too much!

"Apologies, I just remembered I have soup on the stove at home!" Li Changqing quickly excused himself, unable to afford such expenses.

Painting was simply a money pit.

The chubby shopkeeper was momentarily stunned, and Li Changqing had already disappeared.

At that moment, Li Changqing also realized that he hadn't seen anyone selling wood carvings in the seven or eight markets he had visited in town.

If he made some wood carvings to sell, would there be a market for them?

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to try. At the very least, he needed to make money to ensure his own livelihood. Otherwise, would he have to rely on his son for the rest of his life?

Li Changqing couldn't bear the thought.

With this in mind, Li Changqing turned and headed toward a blacksmith shop he had passed earlier.

To do carving, he first needed specialized carving knives.@@novelbin@@