"Fuyao. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" There was a hint of anger in Jiang Ying's voice.

"What?"

"Do you have a way to take me back to the Demon Realm?"

"No, unless you are in the human realm for a hundred years, I will go back, and I can't go back with you. Why do you say that?" Fuyao's voice didn't sound very happy.

"It's nothing, I just want to fight demons. Jiang Ying squatted by the river and looked at her face in the reflection of the river, and wanted to go back in time to the time when she was in the demon world, and cut the green sickle that killed a thousand knives. Even if you come back to life on a dead person, you can climb out of a mass grave, even if you are a little beggar, you can bear it, or you have a birthmark?

She looked faintly at the bright red birthmark that took up her entire forehead and spread to her left sideburns, and picked up her sparse yellow hair to try to cover it, but to no avail. He touched his shriveled chest again and laughed self-deprecatingly. The only thing worth consoling is probably to go back to puberty at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

After drinking a full drink of water and washing her face, Jiang Ying found that her face was quite white, and her facial features were also upright. If you can cover the big birthmark on your forehead, it doesn't seem so unbearable. She stood up, patted her buttocks, and walked back in the direction of the mass grave.

"Aren't you afraid? Why do you want to go back? ”

"Go back and look for any unburned clothes. Jiang Ying replied, "I have to find something capable to support myself, who dares to ask me to wear this body? I can't eat wild vegetables every day." She rummaged through every grave that looked like she had recently made offerings, and when she was done, she had to pay a few respects to others, and then she would change the next grave after saying sorry for the bother.

"You don't have to apologize, there's no such thing as a ghost or a ghost in it. After death, most mortals are quickly taken to the underworld by ghosts, and very few people with deep resentment can stay in the human world, and they also have to be attached to certain objects or living beings, which are extremely restrictive and difficult to encounter. Seeing her turn over a grave, she apologized in a proper manner, and Fuyao was a little funny.

"Is this the case?" Jiang Ying finally turned over a coarse linen skirt robe that only burned a little hanging corner, and even wore a pair of cloth shoes, and gestured to her body excitedly, "I didn't think about anything else, I just felt a little awkward to take it without telling me." ”

"There are so many emotions for mortals. After saying this, Fuyao never said again. Jiang Ying happily took off her shabby shirt and replaced it with a new thick linen skirt, although it was a little big, it was much better than the original rotten clothes. Put on those cloth shoes and look at the sky, there is already a little orange and red warmth. Determined, she walked straight to the faint wall in the distance.

It took half an hour to walk under the city gate. She looked up and saw that on the head of the city were three big characters with vigorous penmanship.

"Luling City"

Along the city gate, there were already quite a few people in the streets. Jiang Ying thought about it and decided to find out if there were any shops or people recruiting subordinates. is poor and white, and has not figured out the situation, so he can only find such a job to support himself before looking at the next step.

When she entered the city, she didn't go directly to the shop that recruited workers, but asked all the vendors who set up stalls on the roadside. A pancake costs two cents, a bowl of scallion oil splashed noodles costs five cents, a dozen eggs cost fifty cents, and a bucket of rice costs two cents of silver......

After a round of white eyes, she finally figured out the price of goods, and came to an extremely difficult conclusion - she had to find at least a job that paid three dollars a month to buy herself a similar set of clothes and eat a full stomach.

I looked at several companies that washed dishes and burned firewood, either they didn't cover it, or they gave little silver, and finally there was one that could cover food, shelter and money, and they thought she was too thin and weak for fear that she wouldn't be able to work. I asked door to door, and finally I asked about a laundry. Four coins of silver every month were still wrapped, which made her suddenly excited.

"You want to work?" the shopkeeper looked at her, his eyes full of suspicion. "It's all washed in large pieces, are you sure you can wash it?"

"You let me try it, and if I can wash it, you can leave me to work here." Jiang Ying said sincerely.

led Jiang Ying into the backyard, and the shopkeeper pointed to a wooden basin on the ground that could hold two of her. "Wash. ”

Jiang Ying took a closer look, and the basin was filled with the kind of huge tarpaulin used to cover the goods. No wonder the shopkeeper said that they were all big. She smiled, sat down on the wooden table and raised the bracelet, picked up the brush and soaked the soap horn and brushed it. Seeing that her movements were indeed proficient, the shopkeeper nodded, "I have to brush six pots a day, and someone will come to check at night, and if the brush is not clean, I have to re-brush it, you know?"

"I see. She said she understood, didn't say much, and got to work.

The texture of the tarpaulin will become hard and rough after a long time, and even if it is wet with water, rubbing it repeatedly with your hands will make your hands hurt. It was easy to finish brushing a tarpaulin and was about to change the pot to brush the next one, but the wooden bracelet slipped off and fell into the dirty water that had been brushed with a clatter.

"Fuyao, Fuyao, are you there?"

Jiang Ying hurriedly fished out the bracelet, carefully wiped it with the corner of her skirt, and whispered.

"What's the matter?"

"Can you change the size of this bracelet, the kind that can get stuck on my arm?" she looked at her thin arm, "My arm is too thin to hang you, and the laundry will always fall." I'm afraid I'll get you dirty. ”

"Yes, yes. After a long silence, Fuyao's voice rang in her ears again. "But the blisters don't break mine. ”

"Is that it stuck?" Jiang Ying understood what he meant, but only pretended not to understand, and pulled the bracelet to the middle of her upper arm. "Hurry up, I'm going to continue brushing the tarpaulin. ”

"......" Fuyao didn't speak again, just silently tightened the bracelet to the right size.

Jiang Ying twisted the bracelet that had turned into an armband, making sure that it would not fall off again, and relieved herself to sigh at her hands that were burned red by soaphorn and alkali powder, and continued to pick up the brush. After brushing for a long time, the sound of swaying suddenly sounded in my ears.

"You really ...... Don't regret it?" his voice paused. "If you choose one of those treasures, it's worth a fortune to sell any of them. You don't have to suffer like this here as you do now. ”

"Why should I regret it?" Raising his head to see that no one around him was paying attention to him, Jiang Ying whispered. "The path you choose will be completed by yourself. And for me, not everything can be measured in money. ”

Fuyao did not continue to respond, Jiang Ying was also happy to be clean, and continued to do the work in hand. It was easy to finish brushing six pots of tarpaulin, and the sun was already slanting to the west. Jiang Ying felt that her waist was about to break, and she just wanted to lie down and rest for a while. However, the final tarpaulin had not yet been dried, so she could only resign herself to the basin to dry.

There is also a mother-in-law who has just received the tarpaulin next to the shelf, and she is folding the tarpaulin and preparing to go on an errand. Jiang Ying, who greeted her mother-in-law politely, greeted her politely, but after her mother-in-law took a closer look at her, her face became very strange, and she didn't go to send the tarpaulin, just stood by and watched her dry.

"That...... May I ask if I have offended you in any way?" Jiang Ying, who was stared at by her mother-in-law like a pins and needles, and it was easy to dry the tarpaulin, turned around with a wry smile and asked. I didn't seem to have done anything before?

"You ......" The mother-in-law's expression became even more strange, and she stretched out her finger and pointed at the coarse cloth skirt on Jiang Ying's body. "This piece of your dress was burned by the old woman for her granddaughter. ”