The alleys are pitch black.

Only the silver-white moonlight sprinkled in, but it could only shine on a corner.

The two figures gradually approached.

The girl leaning on the door frame finally saw the figure behind her sister clearly.

It's him...... Gold......

The girl opened her mouth, but did not make any sound.

Luo Qingfeng also saw her clearly, and his face was full of astonishment.

One of them stood in the doorframe, and the other stood outside the door, staring wide-eyed.

Nightingale showed a touch of embarrassment on her face, thinking that her sister had suddenly brought back a man by accident, so she hurriedly explained: "A friend, there was a demon chaos in the town outside, he just fled into the city, and he hasn't eaten yet, so ...... So I invited him over for a meal. ”

Then he looked behind him and introduced: "This is my sister Aya, she ...... I won't be able to speak yet, but soon. ”

Luo Qingfeng was stunned, and suddenly remembered what Meng Fatzi said that day in the woods.

"I heard that her family owes a lot of foreign debts, and every time she earns money, she has to go back to pay off the debts, and there seems to be an elderly grandmother and a sick sister to support at home. So every time we do a mission, we only value merit, but she only values silver......"

Luo Qingfeng was secretly ashamed, and said with some embarrassment: "Sister Nightingale, I know your sister." ”

"Ahh

When the nightingale heard this, her face was full of surprise: "Really? Where did you meet? ”

Luo Qingfeng had to tell the events of that day one by one.

Of course, he also said that the girl went to him to ask for gold.

At the end of the day, his cheeks were a little hot.

I didn't expect to owe a lot of foreign debts, and they all belong to these two sisters, and now they are down-and-out to come here to eat.

It's really embarrassing.

After hearing this, the nightingale immediately sank her face, looked at the girl at the door and said solemnly: "Aya, you went out secretly again?" ”

Ah Crow lowered her head, her fingers stirring her black dress, and she didn't say anything.

Nightingale continued to reprimand harshly: "How many times has my sister told you? If you don't let you go out alone, why are you just disobedient? If something happens to you, what will happen to your grandmother? What should I do? ”

Crow lowered her head tightly, looking a little aggrieved.

Luo Qingfeng knew in her heart that this girl should be watching her sister busy earning money outside every day, which was very hard, so she also wanted to go out to help share it.

But this kind of thing, he is not easy to persuade.

What's more, now, the two girls in front of him are his creditors.

He doesn't speak well to anyone.

At this time, an old voice came from the small courtyard: "Ah Ying, forget it, don't blame Ah Crow anymore, there are guests here, let's cook first." ”

The nightingale still had a straight face, and looked angrily at the girl in the door.

The old man hurriedly said, "Aya, go to the kitchen to make a fire and fill the fire." ”

As if he had been pardoned, Aya immediately lowered his head and walked away quickly, and then he grabbed firewood in the small courtyard and quickly got into the dark kitchen.

The nightingale couldn't help sighing, didn't speak again, looked behind him, and his eyes were gloomy: "I didn't expect that you, an honest man, would owe money everywhere, even the money of my sister, who rarely goes out, is still a piece of gold, you are really amazing." ”

Luo Qingfeng: "......"

"Hmph, come in."

Nightingale snorted, entered the door, looked at the old man in the hallway, and said, "That's my grandmother." ”

Then he said: "Grandma, his name is Luo Qingfeng, and he is a friend of mine. ”

Luo Qingfeng entered the door and hurriedly bowed his hand.

The old man looked him up and down, a little surprised: "Hey, you're still a scholar?" ”

Nightingale said with some yin and yang weirdness: "It's still a showman." ”

The old man smiled all over his face, nodded and said, "Okay, good, good readers, my family likes to read people." ”

As soon as these words came out, the nightingale suddenly became anxious: "Grandma, don't talk nonsense. ”

The old man smiled and said, "Okay, okay, you speak by yourself, and I, the old man, will not be involved." ”

Nightingale's cheeks were slightly red, and she glanced behind her and said, "You sit casually, I'll cook, soon." ”

She walked quickly into the kitchen with the ribs and meat she had just bought on the street.

Soon, the sound of chopping bones came from the kitchen.

The old man in the corridor continued to bow his head and accept the soles of his shoes by the moonlight.

Luo Qingfeng had nothing to do, and saw that there were still a lot of unfinished firewood in the small courtyard, so he walked over and picked up the axe on the ground.

When the old man saw it, he hurriedly shouted, "Yo, this can't be done!" Scholar, how can you do such rough work, the axe is heavy, put it down quickly, but don't break your hands. ”

Luo Qingfeng put up a piece of wood and said, "Grandma, it's okay, I often chop firewood at home." ”

After saying that, an axe slashed down.

"Click!"

The thick wooden block immediately turned in half.

When the old man saw this, his face was full of surprise.

At this time, the voice of the nightingale suddenly came from the kitchen: "Grandma, don't care about him, don't look at him wearing a Confucian robe and looking like a weak scholar, he has more strength than me, let him chop if he likes to." ”

The old man was surprised when he heard this, so he stopped talking.

"Click! Click! ”

As the nightingale spoke, Luo Qingfeng split two pieces of wood in a row, and only used one axe at a time.

Seeing this, the old man began to look him up and down again.

After the nightingale had finished processing the bones, put them in the pot, and after covering the pot, she came to the door of the kitchen, and leaned there a little tiredly, looking at the figure of chopping wood in the small courtyard.

The old man in the corridor kept his eyes back and forth between her and the young man chopping wood.

Luo Qingfeng didn't finish chopping, so he stopped.

He had injuries on his body, and although the wounds had begun to scar after a day and a night of repair, this action still hurt him.

"You're hurt?"

Seeing that his eyes were sharp, the nightingale immediately saw that he had a wound on his body.

Luo Qingfeng put down the axe in his hand and said, "A little injury." ”

Then changed the topic: "By the way, Sister Nightingale, do you have a whetstone at home?" It's not an ordinary whetstone, it's for treasures. ”

Nightingale was surprised when she heard this: "You have a treasure?" ”

Luo Qingfeng took out the rusty broken knife from the storage bag, gently wiped it with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "Sort of." ”

Nightingale was a little surprised, walked up to him, reached out and took the broken knife in his hand, took a closer look, and was suddenly a little speechless: "This knife ......"

Luo Qingfeng said: "It's broken, but at least it's better than nothing." ”

Nightingale looked at him with some suspicion and said, "Are you sure it's a treasure?" Can you enter star power? ”

Luo Qingfeng nodded: "Sure." ”

Nightingale glanced at the broken knife in his hand again, returned it to him, and then went into the house, took a black stone about a foot long and about as thick as a brick, handed it to him, and said, "I usually use it to sharpen my knife, and it is issued in the courtyard, and the effect is good." ”

Luo Qingfeng hurriedly took it in his hand and put it on the ground, then held the handle of the knife with one hand and the blade with the other, and began to squat on the ground and sharpen it.

Nightingale was curious, "Where did you find such a broken knife?" ”

Luo Qingfeng lowered his head and sharpened his knife, was silent for a moment, and said, "My deceased wife left it for me." ”

The knife was inserted in the uninhabited col, and Zhao'er's grave was recognized by him with blood at Zhao'er's grave, and activated with star power, isn't it counted as Zhao'er's left to him?

When the nightingale heard this, she let out an "oh" and didn't dare to ask any more.

"Oops! My bones! ”

After squatting and watching for a while, the nightingale suddenly remembered the bones in the pot, got up in a hurry and ran into the kitchen.

Then there was an angry cry in the kitchen: "Crow! The water is all boiled dry! You're still filling the fire! Fill a fire! The bones are all mushy! Can't you even smell such a big mushy smell? You little fool! ”

The girl sitting in front of the stove had a stupid expression on her face, and her hands were still unconsciously filling with firewood.

When the nightingale had disposed of the pasted bones and the other dishes had been fried, Luo Qingfeng was still squatting in the small courtyard sharpening his knife.

"Hey, why are you still grinding? This whetstone is not an ordinary whetstone, just put the blade on it and sharpen it a few times, sharpen too much, be careful that the blade is not sharpened for you. ”

The nightingale glanced at the kitchen door and saw that he had been grinding for so long, and he was still squatting on the ground grinding, so he hurriedly reminded him.

But at this moment, there was a "click" and the sound of something breaking.

The corners of the nightingale's mouth twitched, and she hurriedly came out and said, "Look, I told you not to grind, you are still grinding, and the knife is broken, right?" How can you sharpen your knife all the time......"

The words came to an abrupt halt.

Because at this time, Luo Qingfeng put down the knife in his hand and picked up the whetstone from the ground.

The whetstone, which was as thick as a brick, not only turned into a thin piece, but it also broke through the middle!

But the broken knife on the ground was still rusty and full of gaps.

It looks like it's been grinding for a long time, and nothing has changed.