Several people in Zhangjia Village are still fighting with Zhang Qinghe, these men seem to have some kind of inexhaustible heat of life in the cold weather, and they are chattering endlessly!

"Don't hesitate, if you feel sorry for the rice, give him some materials!"

Needless to say, he is the butcher who lives at the entrance of the village, and he is the only one who is the most straightforward.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhang He thought he was blunt, and glared at him again - as the eldest son of Muramasa, he was naturally extremely authoritative in the village.

"What, what does Xiao San'er think? Your uncle Datong said, if you agree, he will take those two tall big blue wolves and go up the mountain to hunt rabbits to add food to your family!"

Lao Cun was smiling, just a few words, Zhang Datong was ashamed to the ground, and it also caused several other people to laugh!

"Nature! Nature is excellent!"

Zhang San knew that this big man from Chang'an was far more mysterious than he imagined, which had already aroused the curiosity in his heart.

However, this person doesn't seem to want others to know his identity as a god, but it makes Zhang San think a lot - isn't it what Muramasa said, because the girl broke up with her family and ran away?

But can immortals also be hurt emotionally? But how can such a thing as a girl cause so much trouble?

He thought of the little red flower at the east end of the village, and the tiger girl at the entrance of the village, who was usually snotty, arrogant and cheesy, and shuddered.

Zhang San'er hurriedly shook his head - he was a doll who often listened to Zhang He talk about his knowledge, and he was not the same as those children in the village.

But it's no wonder that the uncles in the village are all big-mouthed, if they knew that the officials were immortals, I am afraid that he would not be able to rest and recuperate in this pure place, and the aunts of the whole village would probably want to come over and take a look.

But naturally, the village will stop it.

didn't care if Zhang Qinghe disagreed, everyone saw that he had not spoken, and only thought that he was acquiescing, and asked Zhang Sanla to take him all the way home.

Zhang Qinghe was also dragged all the way - he didn't care where he went or how he went now.

"Mother, there is a guest at home. ”

As soon as Zhang Sanshi entered the courtyard, he shouted.

Zhang Qinghe followed Zhang San into a courtyard, and there were several trees in the yard that seemed to have been planted casually. In such a cold day, I can't tell what kind of breed it is.

Even in Zhangjia Village, the courtyard looks leaky - the courtyard walls are made of dead branches, the thatched roof, and the earthen walls are barely peeling off.

I'm afraid that for Zhang Qinghe in the past, he has lived in the elegant courtyard of Taihaotian for a long time, and I am afraid that he is not used to living in this courtyard - I have to hesitate whether this family has a place to add a bed.

Fortunately, the snow did not disappear quickly, otherwise it would have been muddy outside the hospital.

"There's a guest...... Ahem... San'er, quickly move the chairs and stools over for the guests to rest, and then make a pot of hot soup. ”

The coughing voice of the bedridden woman came from the room, hoarse, but the hospitality and kindness could be heard.

Zhang Qinghe followed Zhang San into the door, glanced at it a few times, it was really simple, he saw that the sick woman was about to climb up with difficulty, so he finally sighed in his heart, and said-

"Auntie doesn't have to get up, so she can rest. ”

"I'm suffering from a cold...... Ahem, it's really inconvenient, so I laughed. ”

"I'm the one who bothered me. ”

Zhang Qinghe reluctantly said these words, and he didn't have much strength - although he couldn't help but accept the kindness from others, his heart was still wrapped in a thick disappointment.

"Guest...... Where did it come from?"

The woman smiled forcefully and asked.

"Mother, today Gouzi and I found that this official was immersed in Weishui, so Mura Zheng and Uncle He took him back to the village.

According to the officials, he came from Chang'an. ”

Zhang Qinghe has been interrogated several times along the way, and Zhang San is also extremely smart, so he naturally saw that Zhang Qinghe was haggard, and it was really difficult to be coerced to ask for the second time, so he helped to say.

"The village said that they would give some subsidies to help the officials rest at our house for a few days. ”

Since the eldest lady of the Zhang family can give birth to a child like Zhang San, she is naturally Lan Xinhui, and she understood the kindness of the village in an instant, and nodded reluctantly.

"I'm sick in bed, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to greet guests, and the three of us are taking care of it on weekdays. Although this is a loss of manners, it is indeed a helpless move, and I ask for your forgiveness......"

"It's already a harassment, how dare you blame it, but the accent and tone of the eldest lady are not like those in the village......"

Zhang Qinghe's sudden raising of his eyes can be regarded as gentle with this appearance, but at this moment, some middle-aged women with thin faces and yellow skin looked at each other.

The woman's expression was a little complicated, and she was not in a hurry, and a long silence ensued.

However, Zhang Qinghe didn't pay attention to these - even if the woman's heart lake collapsed badly, the so-called wind chill was just the fuse for the collapse of the messy physical body after the cultivation was exhausted.

He didn't want to ask where this woman came from, and he didn't want to get entangled in trouble—although this was the cause and effect he should have provoked after all, but now that his Dao heart was about to collapse, he had to flee.

Don't talk about figuring out how to win in the future, at least it seems to know how to live in the future, right?

Now he is in a good voice, the grass and trees are soldiers, and he is always running the method of breathing when he is depressed, although he knows that he can't deceive the immortals, but he can deceive many evil things, and he can deceive himself and others, and live a peaceful life for a while.

"Hey, mother, I'm going to boil water. ”

Zhang San stretched out his mouth neatly, as if he could also see that the atmosphere was stagnant, intentionally or unintentionally disturbing the rhythm of the two people.

"Official, your bed is in another room, and I will sleep with my mother at night. ”

Zhang Qinghe nodded slightly, and gave a reluctant smile as a gesture - he was not stingy with kindness, but at this time, a lot of kindness was meaningless.

"Official...... Also surnamed Zhang?"

It was at this moment that the eldest lady of the Zhang family, who had been observing Zhang Qinghe's appearance since Zhang Qinghe inadvertently pointed out the abnormality, asked tentatively with a weak face, and was cautious and earnest in her words.

Zhang Qinghe did not hesitate and nodded.

"Then it seems that the official is lying, the official is not from Chang'an, the official is from Jiangzuo......

However, she appeared in embarrassment, and the concubine thought that she was the only one in your group of good-faced Zhang family. ”

There was no enthusiasm in Aunt Zhang's words, and there were many dark thorns......

Zhang Qinghe didn't react when he heard it, but just acquiesced - this woman seemed to have a lot of misgivings about the people from "Jiang Zuo", but what was hidden in her expression was just the helplessness and sadness of being embarrassed......

After all, he can be regarded as a poor person, after all, Zhang Qing and the Son of Heaven looked at it, and this person was once the only monk who had achieved success in the realm.