Suyang City, Jishanfang.

The old Song family, which had been silent for a long time, on this day, there was a crisp laugh in the courtyard.

And the goose called: "Goose goose goose, quack ......"

Song Ciwan: "Hahaha! ”

In the yard, the big white goose pounced, enthusiastically rubbing its head on Song Ciwan's legs, its wings fluttering, and suddenly fixed its eyes on the fat intestine that Song Ciwan was carrying in his left hand.

Then, the goose head doesn't move.

"Gah?"

The big white goose flapped its wings, and its whole body jumped backwards violently.

It seems to ...... Is it disgusted by the smell of fat intestines?

Song Ciwan: "Hehehe! ”

Okay, you big white, at this moment you ignore my love, and then I will make you unclimbable.

What happened to fat intestines? Don't you know that fat sausage is the world's best delicacy? The fat intestine of the guinea demon, that is also the fat intestine!

Song Ciwan walked into the stove room built next to the wall of his house with fat intestines.

There are only two rooms in her house, and the one on the east side was originally the residence of Song Youde and his wife, and later Song Ciwan gradually grew up, and the couple separated a small inner room in the east house for Song Ciwan to make a boudoir.

The Westinghouse was built as a hall, where meals and hospitality were placed, and important food and other materials were also stored here.

And he built a shed next to the wall of the Westinghouse, and put the water tank and the stove in it, and used it as a kitchen.

Song Ciwan added firewood to the stove and took out a fire fold to light the fire.

The grass was scattered in the cracks of the firewood, and the bright light of the fire ignited quickly. The light of the fire shone between her beautiful eyebrows, and her movements were so skillful that she seemed to have burned the fire a thousand times in this way, without the slightest rustiness or sluggishness.

The big white goose was not afraid of fire, but leaned over side by side, arching Song Ciwan with his round body, rubbing back and forth, very intimate.

This big white goose has just turned half a year old, and it is said that the ancestor has a meager relationship with a certain spirit goose for eighteen generations, and Song Youde was fooled into raising his daughter before the accident.

People say that the goose has super high combat effectiveness and is a good hand at housekeeping. The little lady is weak, isn't it just right to have such a goose as a companion?

Now, Song Youde and his wife have passed away, but this goose is still with Song Ciwan.

Song Ciwan hugged the goose, and was in a trance for a moment, as if he couldn't tell whether he was Song Ciwan in his previous life or Song Ciwan in this life.

But what's the matter? Song Ciwan is Song Ciwan.

She ran her hand along the smooth feathers on the back of the big white goose and smiled softly: "Dabai, from now on, we will depend on each other." ”

Where is life not fairyland? My peace of mind is home.

"We have to keep a low profile, we have to be on time, we have to work hard, we have to practice well, you know?"

Big White Goose: "Gah! ”

Song Ciwan boiled water, washed his body and hair, changed his clothes, and found an oil-paper umbrella from the house, preparing to bring the umbrella to work tomorrow.

The rain had stopped, and it was getting late. The belated sunset shines through the soft light of weariness, sprinkling afterglow in the world, reflecting the small courtyard in the red dust.

In the evening, Song Ciwan cooked a sweet potato multigrain porridge. The fat sausage was cleaned several times with plant ash, and then a handful of sauerkraut was grabbed and stir-fried.

The sour fragrance stimulated the big white goose to make a "quack" sound, and saliva dripped from the flat goose's mouth, wetting the snow-white feathers on its chest.

Song Ciwan laughed, put the hot and sour fat sausage on the plate, and teased it: "Don't you dislike this?" Why are you still drooling? ”

Big White Goose: "Quack! ”

His bulging chest was raised high, and his wings flapped into a gust of wind.

Song Ciwan rubbed its head, rubbed its back, and finally filled it with a pot of sweet potato multigrain porridge in the food bowl, and picked out some sauerkraut from the plate of fat intestines for it.

It's not stingy, and I'm reluctant to give it fat intestines, but the main thing is that this thing is the water of the demon beast after all, and I don't know if the white goose can eat this poultry. Geese themselves are not carnivores, so don't feed them badly.

Song Ciwan didn't dare to feed the goose with fat intestines, but on a whim, she summoned the scales and put a plate of fat intestines on the weighing plate, she was making a new attempt.

[Dolphin demon fat intestines, sour and spicy, stir-fried, fragrant, can be sold! ] 】

Song Ciwan: "...... Hahaha! ”

Sell, sell, sell, this must be sold!

After selling, Song Ciwan had an extra pill the size of a dragon's eye in his hand, tan in color, slippery and round.

Looking closely, she got the information of this elixir: [Strengthening Qi Pill, which has the power of strengthening qi and blood, can assist the cultivation of acquired martial artists or immortal cultivators in the qi induction stage. 】

It's one word: awesome!

That night, Song Ciwan took this strong qi pill and tried to practice the Sitting and Forgetting Heart Sutra.

The matter of cultivating the true cultivation should have been unfamiliar to Song Ciwan, but after taking the Qi Strengthening Pill, she quickly sensed the convergence of Qi in the dantian.

With this obvious sense of qi, Song Ciwan felt as if he had received an initiation, and suddenly he had a clear understanding of the scriptures of the Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting the Heart.

Meritorious deeds are on Sundays, and there is nothing to say all night.

When he got up the next day, Song Ciwan only felt refreshed. In the dantian, a wisp of true qi has taken root and is running quietly, just like every sixth child who knows how to hide himself.

Song Ciwan washed and cleaned up, ate breakfast, brought his own umbrella, said goodbye to the big white goose, and then went out to work.

She put on the Washroom's signature handyman coat, which she had washed and dried the night before, and now fits perfectly.

This coat has its own evasion effect, Song Ciwan wears it and walks through the streets, it is really a dog to avoid.

Another example is the ruffian hooligan, even if he usually likes to tease the big girl and the little daughter-in-law, he didn't dare to take her side when he saw Song Ciwan.

It can be said that it is unique, and it is quite interesting.

When he arrived at the demon refining platform, Song Ciwan took out his identity card and entered through the small door at the back.

When you enter the door, you seem to be in a different world.

The demon refining platform is heavily guarded, with a guard in ten steps, a sentry in a hundred steps, and a Qionglin jade tree, a creation of the immortal family. The paper crane flew in the air to transmit, the Taoist magic bell shook and jingled, and the center of the flying pavilion Liudan, like the heavenly palace.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Song Ciwan.

The Huan Washroom she was going to was at the far corner of the back of the Demon Refining Platform, and a low row of courtyards was circled, among which there were various functional partitions such as a divided room, a grass washing room, a second washing room, a miscellaneous washing room, and so on.

In the center is a Bagua Wash, filled with special lotions made from various spiritual materials.

When Song Ci arrived late, there were already many people standing by the gossip pool, and Steward Wu was taking a roll call.

But Song Ci arrived late not too late, because according to the rules of the Huan Wash, the official start time of the day should not be earlier than three o'clock in the hour.

The construction started too early, the yang energy between heaven and earth has not been born, and the demonic anger is not only difficult to get rid of, but I am afraid that there will be unpredictable things.

Song Ci arrived late not early, not late, not slippery, following the crowd, and everyone was just right.

After Steward Wu finished the roll call, the miscellaneous servants began to work separately.

Song Ciwan was assigned to the second bathroom this time, most of the people in the second bathroom are newcomers, most of the newcomers still retain their vitality, while starting work, Song Ciwan only heard a lively scene around him, the handymen are working in their hands, and they are not idle.

A lady with wrinkles on her face said: "I'm old, I don't have a few years to live, I can go to the Huan Wash Room to work hard for a few years, get a salary, go back and save a dowry for my old daughter, I can close my eyes when I die." ”

The person next to him said strangely: "Aunt Zhou, you came to the Huan bathroom to save a dowry for your daughter?" It's rare, and most of them are trying to marry their sons, alas. ”

Aunt Zhou said: "I also take care of my son, that is, I am in charge." It's not old, it's old, I'll take care of my daughter after a little time......"

……

The eldest lady and the eldest mother are the same, and they talk about them. There are also young people in the second bathroom, and Qing Zhuang is on the other side, they are chatting and laughing for a while, but the laughter is somewhat obscene.

There was a young man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks and said with a smile: "I received my salary a while ago and walked to Diwa Lane, guess what?" It's dawning, Sister Nachun is still holding me, and I'm reluctant to let go! The waist was so soft that it became a puddle of water. ”

"Is it really that soft? Why don't I believe it...... Unless, after work today, you take me to take a look! ”

"Hey, you two, you don't want to save the money you exchanged for your life, how can you give it to the sister in the alley? It didn't work out! You don't panic. ”

"What's the loss?" The sharp-mouthed man said, "In this world, living one day is one day, so I don't save money!" The whole family is dead, and I am the only one left, who will I save to spend? Hey ......"

This "hey" was still heard, but the sharp-mouthed man who was talking suddenly rolled his eyes and fell to the ground on the spot.

The person next to him helped him, and subconsciously reached under his nose, and then screamed in a trembling voice: "Dead, dead!" ”