On the day of the day, waking up in the morning, Wen Cheng was ready to go to the county temple on duty, and this was the third day to go on duty.

The sky is slightly bright, and Wen Cheng doesn't know the exact time, so he is not very good at calculating the time.

But it's never too late: when it's time to get up, Chan will wake himself up.

The wooden basin in front of the couch has long been taken away.

Wen Cheng was about to get dressed, but found that his robe and shirt were not in front of him. Lifting the quilt and wearing underwear, it was a little cool and swishing.

Just as he was about to call Chen, the bedroom door creaked, and Chen came in with a robe on his arm and a cloth in his hand.

"Husband woke up?" Chen put down the cloth shoes and put the robe on the couch: "Is the husband okay with his rest last night?" ”

Wen Cheng didn't know how to answer, so he had to deal with it.

Chen picked up the cloth shoes and said to Wen Cheng: "Husband, let the concubine wear with you."

How dare Wen Cheng let her put on shoes for herself! Later generations did not have such a set of feudal oppression......

If my wife doesn't ask herself to put on shoes for her, her character has exploded, and she dares to expect to be served? Unless one day, you hand over a windfall, it is possible to send a grace from heaven and moisten yourself once.

"Little piggy and little fish are waking up?" Wen Cheng had no choice but to talk about it and change the subject......

Fortunately, thanks to himself in his previous life, he practiced kung fu to level eight.

This is already the master of the top existence in that world.

There are two people who have practiced to level nine: oral cancer, and one has died.

There is also a person called "Ma He Guo", which is the one who uses his face to catch other people's fists...... So far, the retreat has not been completed.

That guy didn't dare to come out and blow it anymore, it belonged to "self-abolition martial arts". In the future, in the world of lip service, basically, there is no need to think about his existence.

As for his closed disciple and his son...... It should be biological: after all, the lonely old lady has broken steps, and others really can't imitate it.

- The second time, I can't remember: the first time I turned in circles.

Even if it is his heirloom son, he will not regard him as an opponent in a battle...... A person who is at the end of his life, and his face is impossible to be thicker than his master and father, that is a unique skill, and few people in the world can practice it.

There are so many things that require talent.

The direction is wrong, and the efforts are in vain.

"Little piggy, you still sleep sweetly." Chen said softly: "After two days, it is time for the husband to rest." I don't know the husband, can I accompany the concubine to pull a few feet of cotton cloth? That, that Zhao family silk shop ......"

"Yes!" Wen Cheng was crisp and neat, and before Chen finished speaking, he agreed to it: "You go to draw water first, and I will wear clothes and shoes." You don't need to delay here, just go! ”

"Oh," Chen replied timidly: "The husband's robe is new, and it is a little cold; Cloth shoes, the concubine's body was placed next to the stove last night, and it was still warm. The husband is at his own convenience, and the concubine goes to fetch water. ”

Chen put down his cloth shoes, turned around and went out the door.

took a long breath, "If you talk like this again, you can suffocate the uncle to death!" ”

Wen Cheng thought to himself.

Fortunately, in this body, there is still most of the memory of that Wencheng. Otherwise, I won't be able to speak, uncle.

While thinking wildly, I tried to get dressed.

What a cake! This robe, there is no knowledgeable person to help, and I really don't know how to wear it.

This clasp...... What's the button! A circle made of thin strips of cloth with a round lump on one side and a lump of cloth is put inside.

This mechanism is simple, and it can be solved after thinking about it. But why are there still a few strips of cloth? It seems that they are tied to each other...... But which one is the right one to tie with which one?

Wen Chengzai carefully recalled the steps of picking up his clothes last night...... It's messy, it's not clear.

Last night, I picked it up in the dark.

It's easy to pull this thing off, but you want to wear it back again...... The amount of work is really a bit large, and Wen Cheng is confused again......

I really admire other gods of travel: people never bother with these small things in life.

As soon as he appeared, either Lu Feng came to kneel down first, or he accepted the "person who has been wearing a sachet since he was a child, and his body has been immersed in the fragrance for a long time, and he is one of the eight insects of the Xun family".

There are civil and martial arts, and the wind must be windy.

These great gods are busy with the big things of saving the whole nation, so they don't need to care about these details at all.

He also enlightened everyone in a pure and seductive manner...... Don't dwell on the details.

- We want to ignore this kind of detail, but if we do, why do we put our clothes on?

Boom, boom?!

Angry. The Wen Cheng in this world is definitely a master with extremely poor hands-on ability: in his life, most of the trivial memory fragments are extremely vague.

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't sort it out.

After thinking about it for a long time, it still doesn't work.

Wen Cheng sat on the edge of the couch, took out the quick wit of his previous life, magnified the move and added damage...... and smashed his fist on the edge of the couch with a "touch", and the fist instantly turned red - you can't make too much force......

Why?

- It's going to be swollen and painful.

What a good boy who is not ashamed to ask.

This is called "cost-effectiveness ratio" in sales in the previous life, and it pays attention to using the minimum cost to achieve their predetermined goals.

…… It is enough for the fist to be red: if it is too light, it will have no effect, and if it is too heavy, it will suffer too much.

Those who do sales must always pay attention to the iron principle of controlling operating costs.

"Husband, husband, what is the matter with you?!" I only heard Chen's tone of urgency outside, and in a hurry, the local slang came out......

Well, it seems that talking like this sounds good, and the listener feels much smoother.

"Nothing, nothing." …… You have to pretend, pay attention to everything step by step, take your time: "The foothold is not stable, just a fall!" ”

As he spoke, Chen had already hurriedly walked in, his eyes frightened and his face panicked. By this time, the sky was gradually becoming clearer. Chen, see the text

Standing in front of the couch with his cloth shoes, he didn't seem to be in danger, so he put his heart at ease; Turning to open the planks on the window, the bedroom immediately became brighter.

Chen turned around and walked in front of Wen Cheng, and when he saw that Wen Cheng's left hand seemed to be different, he reached out and gently dragged Wen Cheng's hand to look at it, and exclaimed: "How can this be!" How so? Looking up at Wen Cheng: "What did the husband hurt?" Out of the way? ”

Wen Cheng snickered, like a chicken that had just gone to the coop...... Mouthful weasel.

…… No, it's an apologetic smile:

"It's okay, just a little bit and you'll be fine! I think it's caused by getting up early and being in a trance, so there is no need to be disturbed. ”

Only then did Chen completely put his mind at ease: "It's better to let the concubine wait for her husband to change his clothes." ”

Well, well, I'm the wounded, and I'm occasionally served, so it's okay to think about it.

After Chen finished speaking, he picked up the robe that Wen Cheng had thrown on the couch and carefully dressed Wen Cheng.

The slight breeze of the clouds and temples makes people's hearts ape, and the fragrance is pleasant to teach me how to be self-controlled?

Wen Cheng had no choice but to turn his head away, and hatefully exhaled the aroma in his chest and lungs

…… Like us, a good seedling born in a honeypot and under the red flag, we are qualified successors with positive views and bright ambitions

…… Although decades have passed, I have not yet received a notice to report to the unit.

But I don't change my mind!

——How can we be corrupted by feudal poison?

Resolutely resist that kind of decaying and declining personal hedonism!

This is not negotiable.