After returning to the wooden house, Murong Cod has always been resentful, because of the man, he couldn't catch up with the strange bird, and this matter is still in his heart.

But at this point, there was no possibility of turning around, so after only two or three moments he let go of the matter and continued to complete his training mission.

As for the man who had been pestering him to continue to help with training, he was completely blocked out of sight.

However, the man's verbosity did not affect Murong Hao, but it affected his calmness in doing housework in the house.

Calm has been here for a long time, and has long been adapted to this kind of life, Murong Cod and the man train outside the house every day, and she is the only one in the house who is responsible for handling the housework, because she is the only one in the house, and the boy is injured and can't get off the ground, so he has been in a very busy state, so naturally he doesn't feel that the time is too leisurely, but feels that the time is not very enough.

And now, Calm has done the housework in advance, and after a few days of hard work, Calm has finally tidied up the wooden house without a trace of human touch.

It took Murong Coo three days to wash all the unwashed clothes alone, and the warehouse behind the wooden house was piled up with food left over from many years, some of which had long been broken and could not be used, and most of the meat was completely weathered to the point of not being formed, and it took a full five hours to throw away less than two-fifths of the waste in the warehouse. ”

She even found the remaining half of the wine jar in the warehouse, and these troubles really made her unbearable, so she took the wine jar back to the wooden house, but she didn't see Murong Cod and the man, only the boy Lin Xiaocheng, who had just gotten up, was hobbling towards the table.

At this moment, the man's startled voice suddenly sounded outside the courtyard, which shocked the calmness standing at the door of the wooden house, and accidentally dropped the wine jar in his hand.

After all, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he calmly walked over and dragged the man away from the scene.

At the same time as the man left, Murong Hao also felt relaxed, and finally no longer had to endure his torture and suffering.

The man was taken straight to the warehouse, and in front of the warehouse door, there were a few rags and soaphorn powder that had been soaked in Calm.

The wooden door of this warehouse had long been eaten away by insects, and when he saw this wooden door full of holes, the man felt that nothing good would happen when he walked into it.

"Why did you bring me here?"

The man asked, pointing to the dark space in the door.

There were no oil lamps or windows in the warehouse to let sunlight in, so Calm had been groping in the dark to finish the tidying up.

This time, when she came here with the man, she already had an oil lamp in her hand.

But even if there was an oil lamp to light the road ahead, the man was still reluctant to follow him.

First, he still wanted to continue practicing martial arts, although Murong Cod didn't say anything to him, and didn't pay attention to him for three or four hours in a row, but he still didn't care about his hot face and cold buttocks, and secondly, the place where he was calmly brought him made him always feel uneasy, although it was just a simple warehouse.

"Cleaning."

Calmly, simply and clearly, all the work in the past few days has been taken over by her, either actively or passively, but now it seems that she is really powerless, if no one helps her to clean this room by herself, it will take at least half a month.

So she had to pull a helper over, and the man was calmly chosen.

As soon as he heard that he had to clean, the man felt that he had a headache, and he had not cared about these things when he lived with the nurse before, but since he appeared calmly, he had to not only prepare his own cooking, but also clean himself, so he still remembers the scene when he was stuffed into the chimney to clean up the coal ash.

After arriving here, he finally didn't let him continue to do these trivial things, and gave the man enough time to practice, but now this kind of day is about to start again.

Calm didn't care if the man wanted to or not, pushed him forward, and the man entered the warehouse with calm like this.

Seeing the chaotic scene in the warehouse, the man couldn't believe it, he looked back and asked calmly and sincerely, "Here...... Also his home? ”

Looking at the wooden house alone, although it was a little messy when I first arrived, it was just a little messy with everything piled on the table.

And Murong Coo is a person who practices martial arts, not to mention that he is a man, he doesn't like to do housework, and it is reasonable that he is a little sloppy.

But now, the dirty Cheng Dù of this warehouse has exceeded his imagination, and it seems that this is still a room that has been calmly cleaned once, if it was original, I really don't know what it would look like.

Thinking about Murong Coo cleaning himself up, the man really felt that this was not a person's home at all.

In fact, Murong Cod did not have the habit of cleaning up, the reason why he has always been very clean is that he is completely adapted to him, and he soaked in the hot spring for half a month to precipitate his internal strength, and his body was naturally cleaned by the spring water.

But if it's really your usual self, you're really no different from a beggar when you go out the door.

In desperation, the man could only start one self-labor, he used the water to scrub the waste bookshelves in the warehouse, but the dust on the bookshelves was like the lines that had been carved on them, and there was no change at all.

Looking at the helpless man, he calmly knew that he definitely wouldn't do housework, but he didn't pay attention to it.

There were still five or six porcelain jars in her own hands that had not been washed, and some of them had been filled with all kinds of waste paper and used as trash cans.

"This is the vase of the pre-Qin dynasty!"

The man said in surprise when he saw a porcelain jar in Calm's arms.

When the man suddenly appeared next to Calm, she almost knocked the porcelain jar off.

The man also hurriedly grabbed the porcelain jar.

"What pre-Qin antiques, this is just an imitation of the current dynasty"

Calm father Leng Yu was an ordinary merchant in Chang'an City before he became the county lord, mainly engaged in porcelain trade with the Western Regions, and the calm who followed his father since he was a child naturally has his own appreciation for porcelain.

And these porcelains do look like they were from the pre-Qin period, and the text on them is indeed oracle bone inscriptions, but if you look closely at the inside of the porcelain, you can find that there is another layer inside, which means that this porcelain is actually just an unscrupulous profiteer who pasted a layer of antiquities on the outside of an ordinary porcelain jar.

Although the antiquities of the pre-Qin period are indeed valuable, if there is only an outer wall, there is no value meaning, so these porcelain jars can only be regarded as ordinary utensils.

The man didn't know the secret of this, and naturally he didn't know the cost, so naturally because he saw the lines on the outer wall and the seal at the bottom, he believed in the priceless treasure at this time.

As soon as he heard that it was an imitation, the man lost interest, and finally found some fun when he sat in this environment and did boring things, but now he completely lost that heart.

"What?"

This time it was a calm exclamation, when cleaning the porcelain jar, there was still a bookshelf in the corner, the position of the bookshelf was fixed on the ground and could not be moved, but when Calm touched it gently, the bookshelf suddenly flipped over, and then a secret door appeared.

The bookshelves on the man's side also turned around, and there was an aisle on each side that led to the inside.

From time to time, the wind blows out of the corridors, and each aisle is so low and narrow that not even a person can squeeze in.