There's Plenty of Rice Porridge and Pickled Mustard Greens. I Really Don't Want to Be an Immortal

[A story about the people, with the protagonist almost just a background character. Misunderstandings that make people think he’s a sage + a loser college student]

After transmigrating to ancient times, he receives a teaching from a Heavenly Venerable and gains the ability to summon rice porridge and pickled mustard greens.

On the very day he arrives, the village chief and his entire family kneel before him and call him a deity.

The next day, people from miles around come to see the god.

A month later, the county magistrate hears what’s happening and comes in person. After confirming the rumors, he invites you to the imperial capital to serve as the Imperial Preceptor, only to have his head chopped off by some unknown rioter.

That winter, a group of women suddenly makes you a bright yellow padded coat.

“General, it’s cold. Put on another layer.”

That very night, foxes begin howling in the woods outside the village.

Before long, someone digs a one-eyed stone man out of the Yellow River.

At daybreak, you’ve barely stepped outside when you see a white serpent lying helplessly in front of your home. Then someone presses a long sword into your hands.

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