In Xinzhu's room, Xiao Xinyue, who had been demoted to a female slave from now on, ruminated, picked up the half-bucket full spittoon in Xinzhu's room and walked out.

Her first job was cleaning spittoons.

This is indeed a bit difficult for Xiao Xinyue, but this is also the punishment given to her by Ming Tian.

She will have to do all this work in the future.

Facing his sister's pale face, Xiao Xinzhu was obviously a little unbearable.

"Xinyue, you..." Xiao Xinzhu was halfway through her words, and a hand behind her back put on her shoulder, preventing her from continuing.

Ming Tian said lightly: "Leave her alone, let her do it." ”

Xiao Xinyue's mistake was that Ling Chi was executed, according to common sense, in fact, Ming Tian also wanted to kill her now.

However, out of consideration for his father-in-law and his future daughter-in-law, Ming Tian still endured the killing intent and decided to spare her life.

However, the death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime cannot be escaped, and she must use this identity to do the lowest job to live, so that she can realize how happy her past life was.

Washing the spittoon is very disgusting, facing disgusting feces and urine, which can be said to be hellish torture for a woman like Xiao Xinyue who has lived in glory and wealth all her life.

What's more, it's all my own sister's and urine, and the object I have to serve in the future is still my own sister who has always been jealous.

However, this is only the beginning, and there are many hard days to come.

As the saying goes, only when you have to endure hardships can you become a superior person.

Since you have been spared, then, you can't just let you live, but also use the dirtiest way to clean your already dirty three views.

This dowry, Ming Tian thinks, is actually quite appropriate.

Facing Xiao Xinyue, who was clumsily cleaning the spittoon next to the ancient well in the courtyard, but couldn't wash it clean, Xiao Xinzhu suddenly looked embarrassed and couldn't bear it.

"Mingtian, she's my sister." Xiao Xinzhu pleaded: "I know it's not appropriate, but... At least let me teach me how to do it, okay? ”

Xiao Xinyue, who cleaned the spittoon, although clumsy, looked like a torch.

For her, such a simple job is more difficult than climbing to the sky.

Xinzhu's concern for his sister was thicker than flesh and blood, Ming Tian looked at her eyes, and finally sighed: "Go ahead, don't make yourself dirty." ”

"Hmm."

Xinzhu nodded and ran to his sister.

The two sisters, just like Ming Tian saw the two of them for the first time, squatted kindly by the well.

Xiao Xinzhu patiently demonstrated the method to her, and Xiao Xinyue also looked at it seriously, nodding her head from time to time as if she didn't understand.

The Di tribe seems to be gradually developing in a better direction in the kindness of the two sisters.

"Anyway, sister, are you okay with your white disease? I see that you can go out without armor during the day these days. ”

"Huh? My white sickness, well, is cured. ”

"Okay? Isn't this an incurable disease? How is it cured? ”

"Well... It's a long story, and it starts with my encounter with the gunma. ”

… Six days later in the morning...

"Hmm... I... Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going? ”

Wanting to reach out and rub his sleepy eyes, Ming Tian was confused and found himself facing the ceiling, and his shoulders seemed to be pressed by something and couldn't move.

The head swelled like someone stuffed a piece of.

Sorghum... Sorghum... His nose twitched, and Ming Tian seemed to smell something.

"Huh? What does this smell like? It seems like a little... Smell of urine? ”

As he became conscious, his eyes gradually began to focus, and the first picture that came into his eyes was...

An ass!

I'll go, a waxy ass! It's still hairy! Underneath was a jet-black egg basket.

Ming Tian recognized it at a glance, this was An Luo's ass!

What am I doing?

Ming Tian, who reacted, found himself lying on the floor, stacked with An Luozheng in a strange posture of 69.

"Wow!!"

Ming Tian came to his senses and pushed it away and got up, only to find himself in his room.

As soon as his feet were weak, Ming Tian, who had just stood up, almost fell off before he could hold on to the table.

The whole room was littered with broken crockpots and a strong smell of bayberry wine.

Ming Tian shook his head a few times before he realized what was going on.

At the same time, a wave of ecstasy permeated my heart.

That's right! I'm getting married!

Last night, An Luo came over to inform himself, saying that Xiao Lan had decided to hold the wedding in seven days!

What a moment of happiness?

Ming Tian took out the bayberry wine he retrieved from Xiao Xinyue's room and drank it all night.

This dead, the amount of alcohol is exceptionally poor, the bayberry wine is only 12 degrees, and he is as drunk as a chicken after drinking a pound, and his excited pants are taken off.

Mingtian's alcohol consumption is actually average, after An Luo was drunk and fainted, he also fainted together, and it was already morning when he woke up.

Rubbing his face a few times, Ming Tian took a deep breath and calmed the excitement in his heart.

yes, I'm getting married.

Seven days later, marry Xinzhu!

Single dogs have finally become a member of the dog food sprinklers!

After a simple tidying up, and letting An fall to sleep on the floor barefoot, Ming Tian got up and prepared to leave the house.

However, as soon as he opened the door, the morning sun pierced his eyes, and the scene in front of him made Mingtian excited.

"Congratulations on the wedding!"

Outside the door, a thousand soldiers dressed in neat bright red robes knelt down to greet Mingtian the moment he opened the door.

Immediately after that, the petals fell from the sky like spring rain.

"Congratulations Mingtian!"

"Congratulations, Ming Tian Gongzi!"

"Congratulations, good son-in-law."

"Hey, Daddy, I'm going to drink milk."

Yin Chan, Zhaoyu, Xiao Lan, and even Qi Guli, who had become a fool, came from both sides, smiling with blessings, and conveying the blessings of the newlywed to Mingtian.

On both sides of the courtyard, firecrackers crackled, celebrating the engagement day of the county lord of the Di tribe.

Facing the bright red and joyful eyes, Ming Tian showed a smile that had achieved positive results.

"Junma, you have to be good to me in the future." In the crowd, it was Xiao Xinzhu who was dressed in red.

At this moment, she is wearing heavy makeup, vermilion and jade, and she looks like a bride.

Looking at Xinzhu's affectionate gaze, Ming Tian nodded: "Well, no matter whether you are rich or poor, I will be with you!" ”

The oath in advance raised the atmosphere, and the thousand soldiers in the audience threw out the flower baskets in their hands, and in the courtyard of Mingtian, they were jubilant for a while, and everyone cheered.

The Di clan, Mingtian, finally ushered in this happy day!

Just as Ming Tian was immersed in joy, Xiao Lan suddenly pulled Ming Tian two steps.

He mysteriously approached and said, "Good son-in-law, although I said that I am willing to marry my daughter to you, but... I'm also a father, if you don't have some difficulties and dangers, how shameless I am, right? ”

"Huh? You...... What do you mean..."

Looking at Xiao Lan's strange smile, Ming Tian felt as if he was about to be unlucky again.

He said with a smile: "Xinzhu was conquered by you with food, but our Di tribe has not been conquered, Xinzhu married, then we must have a banquet for the entire Di tribe, we have 100,000 people including the soldiers of the Di tribe, in this way, you have seven days to prepare, I will find enough people for you, I will give you a final test!" ”

"The final test?" Ming Tian couldn't help but swallow his saliva, feeling that something was wrong.

And the test given by Xiao Lan almost didn't make Ming Tian's frightened ass fall to the ground.

"Your ultimate test is that you cook the whole feast, and you have seven days to prepare, work hard, my good son-in-law."

Oh, cooking, what did I think, this is simple, I... Wait, what are you talking about?

What is the dish for the whole feast? Di people: How many people did you just say?

Lakh?

I?

Seven days?

Cook for 100,000 people?!!!

My mother-in-law, are you kidding me?

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End of Volume VIII