Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli finally agreed to Tang Jian and helped him squat in the Zhima camp.

So the next afternoon, after Zheng Junli left the Police Division, he drove to Jiang's house to pick up Jiang.

Jiang Buwan held the yellow cloth package in his hand, stood in front of the door and waited quietly, the two-foot bamboo board of the Taoist tube stubbornly poked his head out of the crack of the package, as if he was also waiting for someone, which was somewhat funny.

Jiang Buwan faintly saw Zheng Junli's car appear in front of the courtyard, so he immediately trotted out.

Her steps were in a hurry, and she didn't know if she was in a hurry to catch the evil thing, or if she was in a hurry to see Zheng Junli.

Zheng Junli stopped the car, Jiang Buwan opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot.

Zheng Junli saw that Jiang Bu was sitting at night, so he turned around lightly and reached for the things in the back seat.

Jiang Butai wondered what he was going to take, so he also turned his head.

When Zheng Junli withdrew his arm, there were already two more moon-white cloth bags in his hand. "Here's for you."

Zheng Junli put the cloth bag in Jiang Buwan's arms.

Jiang Buwan lowered his head and looked at it carefully.

These two cloth bags, one is square, one is long, not a precious fabric, but it is better than strong, the cloth bag is also embroidered with delicate patterns in the middle, it is about 'autumn water is a long day, and the sunset and the lonely bird fly together'.

"What is this?" Jiang Butai pondered Zheng Junli's intention to give her these two cloth bags.

The long cloth bag was about the same length as her love tube, and there were 'ears' sewn on the side to carry it on her back.

Jiang Buwan took out the love tube from the yellow cloth package, and then tried to put it into the long cloth bag with the bamboo board. It's a perfect fit, no mistake. It turned out that this long cloth bag was the 'backpack' specially prepared by Zheng Junli for Jiang Butai's Taoist tube.

Jiang Buwan put the rest of the yellow cloth package and the magic weapons inside it into another square cloth bag.

This cloth bag is a bit like the canvas bag that Jiang used to use before the night, and this feeling of being separated from the world is actually grasped in his hand.

"Did you buy these two cloth bags for me?" Jiang Buwan turned his face sideways and looked at Zheng Junlidao.

Zheng Junli looked straight ahead, not daring to meet Shangjiang's eyes, and started the car with a muffled voice.

I don't know if it's Jiang Butai's auditory hallucination, the sound of the car's "bang-bang-" seems to be mixed with Zheng Junli's 'um' in response to Jiang Butai.

The camp during the day is much more depressed and cold than the camp at night, perhaps because the tenants who have jobs in the camp have gone out to work.

Occasionally, unemployed street slickers wandered on the side of the road, and when they saw Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli, they would first look up and down, and then spit dirty phlegm at their feet, intentionally or unintentionally.

As a result, Jiang Butai felt that the tenants in the camp who didn't have much money didn't like them very much, and they didn't like the 'young master' who was dressed exquisitely and luxuriously.

Jiang Buwan carried the Taoist tube, carried a small cloth bag, and tiptoed to avoid the sudden thick phlegm, and the posture of protecting the small cloth bag was better than the posture of protecting new shoes.

Zheng Junli was walking forward just right, and his wrist suddenly resisted.

Zheng Junli felt that his wrist was being grabbed, so he immediately looked down at the source of the resistance.

It was a beautiful young lady who grabbed Zheng Junli. Her cheongsam clothes were much more ingenious than the other tenants in the camp, and she pinched her throat and said to Zheng Junli: "Little gentleman, do you want to come into my house for a cup of tea?" ”

This is probably nonsense.

Zheng Junli pulled out his hand, took a step back, and smiled: "I'm not thirsty, I still have something, goodbye." ”

Jiang Buwan stood aside, scratched his forehead, and reacted for a while before he realized what this beautiful young lady was going to let Zheng Junli do.

For all beings are suffering, and they are all struggling.

Fortunately, Jiang is not too late to see the world a hundred years later. A hundred years later, sentient beings are still suffering, but they can always work hard and support themselves seriously.

Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli went to the low building where Tang Jian lived, it was not yet a meal, many of the tenants had not yet finished work, and there was no one in the kitchen.

"Yesterday, that mysterious evil creature didn't prepare a meal for Police Officer Tang, will it be prepared today? It's not going to be going to be in the future. Jiang Buwan looked at the empty kitchen and asked softly.

"No one knows what will happen next. Let's squat down a bit. Zheng Junli has long been ready to squat for a long time, after all, squatting is all about luck, if you are unlucky, maybe you will be able to squat for ten days and half a month, and you will not be able to squat to get the answer you want.

There is a pile of firewood next to the kitchen, which is the same height as the kitchen window, and it is the blind spot in the kitchen, so it is easy to monitor the situation in the kitchen naturally if you pretend to chop firewood.

Zheng Junli walked to the woodpile next to the kitchen, picked up the stout tree on the side, picked up the axe and began to chop wood.

Jiang didn't understand what Zheng Junli meant, she took out a handkerchief on the side, pretending to wipe his sweat from time to time, but her eyes kept falling on the kitchen.

As night fell, the tenants in the low building began to return, and the number of people coming in and out of the kitchen gradually increased.

Zheng Junli chopped firewood all afternoon, and some tenants in the low building even looked at him with familiar faces.

"You're new here? So diligent? Just moved here to chop firewood, chopping so much? Uncle One Waist approached, pointed to the small pile of firewood stacked high on the side, and talked to Zheng Junli. I don't think you're wearing any bargains, are you? Why did you move here to stop the horse camp? Falling in the middle of the family and failing in business? ”

"Well, yes." Zheng Junli didn't expect someone to come forward to talk, no matter what the uncle said was right or not, Zheng Junli always answered yes to eliminate unnecessary trouble.

Jiang didn't care about the conversation between them until late, her attention was all focused on the kitchen, and she only raised her hand from time to time, wiping the sweat on Zheng Junli's face with the handkerchief in her hand.

She raised her hand, but she didn't know the weight of her hand, but she accidentally gave Zheng Junli a punch.

"Sss Zheng Junli was startled, and his head instinctively tilted back.

"Is this your daughter-in-law? Pretty is beautiful, but it doesn't look very capable, and you can't understand it even if you wipe your sweat. The uncle looked at the absent-minded Jiang Fei, and he shook his head helplessly.

"It's because I didn't pay attention, the position she stood in was not good, so she couldn't wipe her sweat." Zheng Jun retorted rhetorically.

Jiang Bu was slightly stunned when he heard this. Zheng Junli: Can you blame yourself for the problem?

"His grandmother's, who stole the matches again?" Suddenly there was a burst of men's yelling and swearing in the kitchen.

Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli both turned their heads to look into the kitchen window.

The man in the kitchen searched the stove, but he couldn't find a matchbox. When he couldn't turn on the fire, he could only scold and go out of the kitchen, asking the other tenants in the low building if they had matches.

"Lao Tzu bought a box of matches and stole a box, if I knew who stole it, I would definitely beat his ass to bloom!" The man scolded as he borrowed matches from around the place.

In a trance.

Jiang Bu was not late, as if he had caught a glimpse of a strange animal suddenly appearing in the kitchen.

It is small, with a thin head and a long neck, and its ears are short and broad, slightly protruding from the hairy bushes. It has smooth bright orange hair, short limbs, and a long, fluffy tail.

Jiang Butai saw with his own eyes that the little animal took out a box of square matches from his creaking nest.

Well, maybe it's the box that the scolding man just threw away.

Jiang was not late to make a sound, only raised his arm and touched Zheng Junli's arm with his elbow.

Zheng Junli came back to his senses and followed Jiang Fei's gaze, and then saw a weasel in the kitchen jump on the stove, steal the cabbage on one side, and tear the cabbage leaves into small pieces with his sharp toe claws.

He picked up the oil pot beside him, poured a large mouthful of oil into the large iron pot, then jumped off the stove, opened the matchbox in his hand, took out a small match from it, rubbed it beside it, until the match head was on fire, and then threw the match into the muzzle.

The fire in the muzzle was blazing, and the chimney of the roof was curling with smoke.

The weasel jumped on the stove again, pushed the freshly torn cabbage leaves into the iron pot, and then picked up the spatula and stir-fried it up and down, adding a spoonful of salt and two spoonfuls of balsamic vinegar to the pot.

In just two minutes, a dish of vinegared cabbage is ready for it.

The weasel served the dish, then stole another egg and boiled a bowl of egg soup.

Zheng Junli blinked, then raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

Weasel can cook, but he hasn't cooked, and when he comes home this time, he may need to learn how to cook.

Jiang Buwan saw the whole process of the weasel's cooking, and only thought that the weasel had become a spirit, and her cultivation was low, so she couldn't see the demonic spirit.

However, Jiang Butai looked back and thought about it, Tang Jian's perception of himself seemed to be very clear.

He did not provoke the beautiful snail girl to do his laundry and cook for him, but provoked a weasel to make soup for him without washing his hands.

The weasel jumped out of the kitchen window with a meal and a soup, and then walked around the back to the less crowded.

Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli immediately followed secretly.

The weasel circled in a big circle, and then, with the help of the small tree behind the low building, jumped up the window on the second floor, and burrowed into the room on the second floor.

Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli looked at each other, and the house was Tang Jian's house.

The two glanced at each other, hurriedly went back to the main entrance, ran quickly into the courtyard of the low building, stepped up the steps, and ran to Tang Jian's room.

"Who! Whoever tears my cabbage, who steals my eggs! The man who had gone out of the kitchen to borrow matches seemed to have borrowed the fire tools he wanted and returned to the kitchen.

However, the dishes he kept in the kitchen had been almost ruined.

"If I let Lao Tzu know who it is, I will definitely let him walk around without eating!" The man was angry, leaned out of the kitchen, and yelled at the whole low building, as if to scare the thief.

Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli walked to Tang Jian's door, took out the key given by Tang Jian, and gently put the key into the keyhole, for fear of making a little noise and being detected by the weasel inside.

Jiang Buwan twisted the key lightly and opened the lock.

Jiang gave Zheng Junli a look, and Zheng Junli immediately understood, instantly kicked the wooden door open, and then pounced on the weasel in the house.

At that time, this 'fine' weasel was wiping the dust on the table and stool with a rag.