It's weird.

Wen Ke said she was good, and Nian Xia also said she was good. Was she so popular in the past?

"When the slave maid is in the palace, she knows the good deeds that Fujin has done. Fujin is naturally good, and the slave maid just knows. ”

Nian Xia Xu chattered, turned his head and saw the faint smile on Wanwan's face, then pulled Wanwan's arm, and said with a smile: "Fujin smiled." ”

Well?

"Fu Jin looks good when he laughs." Nian Xia said again: "Don't be unhappy in Fujin. In the future, if there are slaves and maids, I will be able to help you go up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire! ”

On the knife mountain... Into the fire?

Isn't this an exaggeration? Is it so dangerous to follow her?

…

But... It didn't seem like her focus should be on that.

Wanwan was about to ask about the situation again, but the carriage had suddenly stopped.

The coachman was at the door, and after stopping the carriage steadily, he said, "Fujin, here!" ”

"Got it." Nian Xia immediately agreed, pushed open the curtain and turned over and jumped out of the carriage, and after putting the pedals aside, he waited beside him and helped Wanwan to walk down.

Looking up, the countryside is intertwined, and the lush woods are in the distance. The sky is very blue, just as beautiful as the sky in Hangzhou. Occasionally, the white clouds are soft when you look at them.

In the spring, the seedlings have just been sown, and it is a good time for germination.

As soon as Wanwan got out of the carriage, people immediately rushed up all around.

"Fujin, this is the pancake that the grass people just made, you can bring some back!"

"Fujin, this is the freshly marinated bacon of the grass people, you can take some back!"

A large basket of food was placed on a bamboo basket, and all of them poured in from all directions. The enthusiasm of the villagers shows their gratitude to Wanwan.

Wanwan was dumbfounded, but Nian Xia picked some of her favorites and accepted them one after another.

"Fujin, this pork rib looks good. Fat and thin, and the smell of meat. Nian Xia carried the meat and took Wanwan in the direction of the temple.

Although the appearance here is no different from that of a temple, the inside is actually the structure of a courtyard house.

Wanwan followed the ridge to the temple, and saw a middle-aged man sweeping the floor at the door.

The middle-aged man's eyes were dull, and his movements were a little indifferent. Wanwan thought it was strange that the people here were all full of energy, and he seemed to be very unsociable.

"Fujin... Something is wrong with him here. ”

A peasant woman who was following Wanwan pulled Wanwan's sleeve slightly and pointed to her head.

Something is wrong with your head? Fools?

Wanwan pondered carefully, nodded and said, "Since this is the case, you should take more care of him." ”

"I don't need someone to take care of me, I don't need anyone to take care of me!"

The middle-aged man was sweeping the floor with a blank face, and suddenly he heard the voice of the people around him, but as if he was stimulated, he threw away the broom, sat on the ground and began to roll.

…

Wanwan swallowed her saliva and said, "I..."

She wanted to explain.

But the middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "I don't need anyone to take care of me!" ”

“…”

Wanwan half-squatted, looked at him, and said, "Yes, yes, you don't need to be taken care of." Now, can you stand up first? ”

The middle-aged man was reassured, his mood calmed down slightly, and he stood up with a mutter.

His face was covered in mud, his hair was a little greasy and fluffy, and he had a scruffy beard.

But the moment he stood up, Wanwan was stunned.

She... Recognize this person!

He... It's Chen Shu? His own protégé of Amma.