Bai Ze secretly laughed in his heart, and with a force in his hand, he pulled out a tribulus terrestris from his back.

"Ah~" Guo Sheng's body twisted, and the corners of his eyes were moist with pain.

"Brother Changshan, it is true that I asked Zhao Si'er to call you over for breakfast, it is really not appropriate to disturb your sweet dreams, how about I make amends to you on his behalf?" Bai Ze glanced at Zhao Lao and his wife, who showed a pleading color, and said.

"No, that little rabbit cub caused me to step on the thistle dog with my bare feet, and it was all over my body, and you can see that it was bleeding!" Guo Sheng stared at the two sisters and brothers kneeling outside the room with resentment on their faces, raised their bloody feet, and his tone was full of unforgiveness.

Thinking of the embarrassing appearance of lying in the tribulus terrestris with his bare buttocks and screaming loudly, Guo Sheng's face turned red with anger, he stood up and stretched out his fingers and shouted angrily: "I must let this little rabbit cub ......"

"Huh~" In the middle of the words, a blood-stained tribulus terrestris was placed on the table by Bai Ze, Guo Sheng's body was weak in pain, and he held back his unfinished words, and sat on the chair again.

I didn't expect Brother Wan Ping, who was also a scholar, to help this untouchable family play himself! Guo Sheng was strangely angry, and turned his head to reason with Bai Ze.

A flash of silver light flashed, and the anger in Guo Sheng's eyes quickly turned into greed, and he followed Bai Ze's hand directly on the table, the corners of his mouth were slightly open, and a trace of saliva slipped slightly without realizing it.

"Ding" The second ingot of silver followed, hitting the previous ingot of silver with a pleasant crisp sound, and it hit Guo Sheng's heart directly, causing his heart to stop for a beat.

Knocked on the table slightly, luring back Guo Sheng's lost soul, Bai Ze said with an elusive smile on his face: "Brother Changshan, a beautiful dream of a Spring Festival is very rare, of course I can understand the unhappiness after being stirred, these two ingots of silver will pay for this dream and the injuries on the body, how about this matter be over?"

Guo Sheng's eyes smiled into a slit, and he hurriedly held the two ingots of silver tightly, and threw out the good words in his mouth as if he didn't want money: "Brother Wanping is magnificent! The younger brother is also a person of insight, of course he will not be as knowledgeable as a child, these two ingots of silver are deserved, deserved!"

"Hehe, Brother Changshan will be the prime minister in the future, and he will naturally be able to support the boat in his stomach, and today's deeds of forgiving ignorant children will surely be remembered through the ages and become a good story for a generation!"

As the bottom of society, it was the first time for Guo Sheng to hear this kind of praise, he couldn't help grinning, his steps were a little frivolous, and he didn't even feel the pain of the wound on his body that was still bleeding.

Seeing that Guo Sheng was dizzy and touted that he couldn't find the north, Bai Ze picked up the teacup and gently covered the disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth.

After breakfast, Guo Sheng didn't care about the pain in his feet, found a reason to go to the town to buy books, and couldn't wait to leave with the silver, it seemed that he must have gone to eat, drink and have fun.

"It's really effortless to tease him with such a thing, and it seems that you don't have to worry about the story plot not being completed. Next, wait until you heal your injuries, and if you have free time, you might as well get in touch with the demons in this world. ”

Bai Ze thought about it slightly, took out two more pieces of silver, one large and one small, from the storage bag, and beckoned Zhao Lao Er over.

This Zhao Lao Er's family of four is also a solid family in the village, but the identity gap between ordinary people and Xiucai is there, not to mention that Bai Ze didn't want to take advantage of him, after some discussion, Zhao Lao Er took the silver with great gratitude, vacated the east wing, and rented it to him to live.

Sending Zhao Lao Er to buy chicken and wine with the silver, Bai Ze tapped on the table, thinking about the plan.

After last night's demon blood run healing, the injuries on his body have recovered almost one-tenth, and with the opening of the blocked capillaries in the back, the injuries will definitely recover faster and faster.

Last night, Bai Ze also tried to run the Maha secret method to judge the speed of the recovery of the divine soul's power, but the result was very unsatisfactory, although the secret method could operate normally, but after the digested fragments of the eight kings and primordial gods entered the force, the two hook spells could also be absorbed, and then they became tighter and tighter. ‘

"If this continues, I'm afraid that the strength will never be able to break free from the thin black thread of the seduction spell. Bai Ze frowned slightly, this matter has formed an unsolvable problem, if you want to solve the spell, you need to improve the cultivation of the divine soul, but when cultivating the secret method of Maha, the speed of the cultivation of the divine soul is far inferior to the external seduction spell.

"Relying on the spell of refining qi with a clear aura, unlocking the spell of hooking is even more far away, and the easiest way is to start with the old ghost and Captain Hong's gang, which means that I can only stay in this world for about a month at most. ”

"There is still a week left in this year's children's style, and it seems that one day I will have to go to the county seat to do some work, so that Guo Sheng's mud can be forcibly put on the wall. ”

Sudden sound of footsteps at the door interrupted Bai Ze's contemplation, and when he looked up, it turned out to be Zhao San, the eldest daughter of Zhao's second family.

There are no names and characters, and it is also the obvious class of the poor people and cultured people in this world. It is somewhat similar to the early days of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the people of this world have only one surname, and then one, two, three, four, and five are ranked down, so similar names such as Wang Thirteen and Qian Jiuyi abound.

Although she is the eldest daughter of Zhao's second family, Zhao San is actually only fifteen years old this year.

In a poor family, fifteen years old is already the age of marriage and childbirth, but Zhao Lao'er's family is not short of food, and he can afford to raise his daughter, so this "old" girl is still in the boudoir.

Like a normal country girl, Zhao San combed her loose double flat bun, tied her hair with gray-black strips of ragged linen, wore a torn linen dress full of patches, her face was a little black, and it was full of smoke and dust from cooking in the morning, but she looked very bright with big eyes.

"Wang Lao ......"

"Just call me Wang Xiucai. Bai Ze stood up and interrupted her.

The lord was originally a title for the gentry, or the imperial examination, but in this world, it has expanded to the entire group of scholars. Bai Ze is not used to this title, he always has the feeling of an old nouveau riche landlord, and he sounds like a little villain who can't survive more than two episodes in a TV series.

"But the east wing is cleaned up?" Bai Ze put his hands behind his back and watched Zhao San come over.

"Well, Mr. Wang...... Scholar. Zhao San was at a loss, a little nervous, and habitually wanted to call the master in his mouth, but he hurriedly turned around, looking a little nondescript.

"Wang Lao Xiucai, why does it look like a sour Confucian? He pursed his lips to savor the title, feeling a little sour in his teeth. Shaking his head slightly, Bai Ze habitually smiled at the corner of his mouth, passed by Zhao San, and walked out of the house.

The clean and luxurious clothes flashed in front of her eyes, and the breeze blew a few strands of broken hair on her forehead fluttering slightly, Zhao San couldn't help but turn her head, and the tall figure looked more and more spotless against the rising sun, and the immortals who fluttered like dust were completely different from their group of people with a muddy smell.

Looking at his calloused hands because of his perennial rough work, thinking of the excitement and ambition on Fang Cai's father's face, and quietly holding her hand to ask for words, Zhao San suddenly felt a little inferior, and his mood couldn't help but be low.