Wang Shiyu turned to look at Hao Yunyang and said calmly: “I cut six jin and seven liang of the thousand-year-old fungus to bury with my master, with eight jin and eight liang remaining in the mountain valley where my master taught us kung fu.”
“Why only bury six jin and seven liang?” Hao Yunyang was puzzled.
“The fungus can survive as long as the soil is moist. My master was sixty-seven when he passed away.” Wang Shiyu was silent for a long time, then continued: “The fungus can continue to live. Six to seven liang, I want it to guard my master’s tomb forever.”
“How filial.” Hao Yunyang felt a chill inside but praised on the surface: “If Master Liang knew underground, he would be very happy.”
“I hope so,” Wang Shiyu sighed softly, turning his gaze to the window, lying on the bed looking at the azure sky, falling into memories.
Hao Yunyang wouldn’t be so bored as to get up and check if Wang Shiyu was crying. Now, only one thought remained in his mind: eight jin and eight liang, this surely doesn’t need to be buried with anyone else, right?!
Hao Yunyang didn’t object to Wang Shiyu burying some with Master Liang, but he thought it was too extravagant.
Now, although six jin and seven liang were buried, at least eight jin and eight liang remained, right? According to his son, this thousand-year-old fungus was extraordinary. It was definitely valuable, but why?
Because its effects were incredible! Consuming five grams every week for several months could improve physical condition and extend life. Eight jin and eight liang! How many five-gram portions was that?
Hao Yunyang wasn’t short of money, so those eight jin and eight liang of thousand-year-old fungus would definitely not be sold. He’d keep it: sixty grams for himself, sixty for Chenxin, sixty for his future child, sixty for his sister, sixty for his mother, sixty for his father…
Oh, and sixty for Wang Shiyu too, since this was his master’s heirloom. Completely keeping it wouldn’t look good. He pondered this, as if those eight jin and eight liang of thousand-year-old fungus were already in his possession.
Dinner was resolved in the room. Around 8 PM, after washing up and preparing to go to bed, the phone on his bedside table rang a pleasant tone: “Dah-du…”
