After finishing speaking, Chen Mengtian also showed a sense of seeing through life and death in the world.

She looked at the stove not far away with deep eyes, with an expression that saw through the cold of the world.

Of course, all this is because Chen Mengtian feels good about himself.

Jiang Zebei, who was sitting opposite her, felt that Chen Mengtian was full of a sense of disobedience.

Because the girl in front of her is the same as the madman who often sits on a big rock at the head of the village.

There is a madman in this Chenjia Village, and the other party is Chenjia Village who came to Chenjia Village two years ago.

Originally, this madman looked quite normal, because he was no different from normal people.

However, when I opened my mouth, I knew that this was clearly a madman and a fool.

The mouth full of Hades, big ghosts and little ghosts, jumped around the village like a singer.

However, if a madman is quiet, people who don't know will definitely think that he is a normal person.

Just like the girl in front of him at this time, she showed a desolate appearance.

It is a kind of expression that has seen through the world's hot and cold disobedience.

Jiang Zebei compared the two, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and decided not to say anything.

It's not normal, it's so abnormal.

I don't know how long Chen Mengtian will have convulsions before he will get normal.

Then he shook his head slightly, and said goodbye in his heart.

It's good, it's not like it used to be hateful and angry, and it's kind of worry-free to look crazy.

Chen Mengtian didn't know what Jiang Zebei was thinking, thinking that he was persuaded and followed him to eat.

In the past six months, the number of times the two have eaten at the same table is very small.

It's even rarer to eat quietly like this, without being noisy or noisy, and when you don't speak with.

After dinner, Chen Mengtian took the initiative to clean up the table and wash the dishes.

Before, Jiang Zebei lit the fire to cook and serve rice, but now she is here to finish, and there will be no contradiction between them with a clear division of labor.

Jiang Zebei looked at her diligent appearance, and no longer compared her with before.

Turned around and left, went to the utility room in the courtyard.

It's late to go up the mountain today, so you have to bring your tools if you don't go to the deep forest.

Bring a bow and arrows, ropes, and a wooden stick that he used to practice martial arts every day, and other things.

Just when Jiang Zebei was preparing the tools to go up the mountain and turned to leave, he swept the spear in the utility room.

This is Daddy's silver gun, and the sharp head of the gun is extremely sharp.

When my father was alive, he often taught him marksmanship, and he looked forward to it every time.

Because when the silver spear danced, he felt his blood boiling.

But since his father died, he has never touched this silver spear again, and every time he practices martial arts, he uses a wooden stick instead.

Jiang Zebei put all the tools in his hand on the ground and walked towards the sharp and domineering silver gun.

He took the sackcloth in his hand, walked up to the silver spear, and covered it.

Now that he has decided to take the path of civil servant, he has decided not to touch this silver gun again.

Today, the emperor of Xiliang is mediocre and traitorous, and he wants to take the road of civil officials and do his part for this country with all kinds of loopholes.

After Jiang Zebei covered the silver gun, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

He prefers military attachés to civilian officials, but unfortunately it is too difficult and difficult to become a military attache in Xiliang Kingdom.

Especially for a person like him who has no identity background, even if he struggles for ten or twenty years, he can't sit in the position of a junior general.

The traitorous minister is in charge, and when the ruler of the country maintains the government, he is also in charge of the country's army.

After covering the silver gun, Jiang Zebei didn't let his sadness out, turned around and left the utility room quickly.

Before leaving, pick up the tools from the inside of the house to the mountain.