After bidding farewell to the abbot of the Sangha and the little monk Fang Yuan, Fuchen prepared to go back to his hometown to see his parents.

However, looking at the gray clothes he was wearing, it was indeed a little inappropriate, because the previous clothes were underwear when he took off his armor, and it was covered with blood, so the little monk threw it aside.

Now this dress is an old monk's, and there are a few patches on it, if the floating dust shaves his hair, he should be able to go to the fate.

But these can at least be worn out of the house, but the pair of military boots on their feet reveal their identity.

Fuchen dug a hole in the backyard with a wooden stick, threw his blood-stained underwear and broken armor into it, then sat on the ground and took off his shoes and threw them in.

The buried soil was compacted, and then the soil next to it was dug up again to cover up the traces, and the floating dust clapped his hands and walked outside the temple.

After a while, Fuchen passed by a house, and happened to see a peasant woman drying clothes in the yard and walked over.

"Sister-in-law, excuse me. ”

Fuchen walked up to the peasant woman, bowed his head, and said softly.

The man lifted his clothes with one hand and saw Fuchen, a strange young monk wearing gray monk's robes, but barefoot and hair.

"Hey, monk, don't tease me. The peasant woman set her clothes aside, looked at the dust and smiled.

"I ...... I ......"

Fuchen has been a soldier for two years, and there are basically some rough men and bad old men around him, and women are rarely seen in ordinary times, let alone talking.

Fuchen was said by the lady, looked up at the lady, and saw that the other party was only about thirty years old, and his skin was not as dark as other peasant women, but the clothes were ordinary, but he was also as beautiful as a fairy, and his voice was gentle and soft, very beautiful.

Although this woman was dressed simply, she did not look like a working peasant woman at all, and it was the first time she had seen such a beautiful person.

Fuchen glanced at it, then lowered his head and was speechless.

The woman was shy and speechless when she saw Fuchen, and she also saw that this person was only wearing a monk's robe, but not a real monk.

Looking at the appearance of Fuchen, although his height is close to that of an adult, and his skin is too dark, he looks like an adult.

If you look closely, you can see from the skin, your eyes, and the shyness that it's not that big.

Thinking that the fake monk in front of her was still a child, but he was molested by himself, the woman's face turned red all of a sudden.

"How old are you?" the woman coughed, adjusted herself, and asked lightly.

"Ten...... Fourteen. Fuchen still didn't dare to raise his head, and stammered nervously in reply.

"Huh?" the woman said subconsciously in surprise.

"Fifteen, almost fifteen. Fuchen also said hurriedly, and he didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he responded.

"Who asked you this. The woman pouted.

The woman finished drying the rest of the clothes, and seeing that Fuchen was still the same, she called him into the house and sat down, poured a cup of tea for Fuchen, and the two sat at a table without saying anything.

"Why are you here with me?" said the woman, sipping her tea, in a very unfriendly tone.

"Buy a piece of your man's clothes and shoes. Fuchen said as he put a piece of broken silver on the table.

When the woman was drinking tea, she was stunned for a moment, took a sip of tea, and quickly put the cup on the table, opened her mouth and spat out a few breaths.

Fuchen heard the sound and looked up, only to see the woman standing up and slapping her hand vigorously on the side of her mouth.

It just so happened that the woman was glancing at Fuchen at this time, and the two looked at each other, and a spark appeared in the woman's eyes instantly, and she slapped Fuchen's head.

The floating dust was shot out two or three meters and fell to the ground, covering her head and looking at the woman with a confused expression.

"Dare to ruin my reputation, see if I don't kill you!"

As she spoke, the woman strode towards the floating dust, and with a kick towards the floating dust on the ground, the floating dust turned over with a carp straightened.

When the woman saw that she didn't kick, she punched and kicked Fuchen, and Fuchen couldn't fight back, so she could only hide.

After playing for a while, it is estimated that the woman felt annoyed, and slapped it hard, but Fuchen didn't have time to dodge this time, and subconsciously reached forward a gear, but broke out of the door and fell four or five meters outside the door.

"Are you alright?" the woman asked softly, knowing that she had exerted too much force.

"It's fine. As soon as Fuchen finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

This time, it scared the woman a little, and I wondered in my heart.

"It's not like this, didn't you resist the beating just now. ”

The woman helped Fusheng to the table and sat down, took the piece of broken silver on the table, and walked outside.

"Wait here!" he sighed and admonished viciously.

Because of his injuries, Fuchen could only lie on the table, and after a while, Fuchen had fallen asleep unconsciously.

At home, floating dust lay on the table, smelling the aroma of food, and involuntarily got up. Looking around, there were various things hanging on the walls of the wooden houses, and there were farm tools for work in the corners.

At this time, I heard the whispers of my mother and father from the kitchen, and after a while, my parents brought out a rich meal from the kitchen.

A family of three chatted at the dinner table, the mother was still talking about how dark and thin she was, and the father was talking about his children going out to make contributions, and now they are returning to their hometown, and they can raise their heads in the township or something.

Even my mother said that she had told herself a coal, which was very beautiful, and she would be able to marry in a few days......

The mother watched the hairband on her head fall into the meal, gently picked it up for herself, and then squeezed it hard, and immediately stood up from the stool.

At this time, Fuchen looked at the surrounding situation again, and saw that the room was simple, except for the basic tables, chairs and benches, two dishes on the table, and a set of clothes and shoes, there was nothing else, and the door was still broken.

Looking at his headband again, he was grabbed by a woman in his hand, and the man was still stunned.

Before Fuchen could react, the woman sat down and ate with her rice bowl.

"What do you see, do you want to eat?" said the woman, covering her face with a bowl, as she ate.

"Thank you...... Thank you. Fuchen also sat down and ate.

Halfway through eating, the two of them didn't speak, they just ate their own.

"This dish is really unusual!" Fuchen said softly.

"What did you say?" said the woman as she put down her chopsticks and glared at Fuchen, gritting her teeth.

"Nothing, nothing. "Fuchen just lowered his head to eat, and said this while eating.

"Hmph, then you can eat more. The woman put down the dishes and chopsticks, took another bowl of rice, put it in front of Fuchen and said.

Fuchen watched the woman staring at her eating, feeling a little unnatural, and she had to cover her face with a bowl.

"My name is Li Fuchen, what's your name?" Fuchen said as he stretched his face out of the other and said to the other party.

"Eat your meal. The woman got up and went out to look at the view.

Fuchen gritted his teeth and helped her wash the dishes after eating the rest of the meal.

Then he looked at the woman sitting outside the door, and then at the broken door.

"Do you have planks and tools to repair doors?" said Fuchen as he looked at the woman sitting in the hallway looking at the sky in a daze.

"No, let it be. The woman said unconcernedly.

Fuchen looked at the living room for a while, and there was really nothing, and then looked at the other rooms, and instantly dispelled the idea, estimating that if he went to see, he might be killed.

Fuchen walked out, and the woman immediately shouted at him.

"I bought the clothes for you when I bought them, take them away!"

"I'll go and I'll come back. "The dust flew out.

After an hour, the floating dust walked out into the courtyard with a few boards, a saw, a hammer and a firewood knife from outside the door.

When Fu Shen saw that the originally broken door was now intact in front of him, the board on his body fell involuntarily as soon as he let go of his hand.

The hammer in Fuchen's hand just smashed into his own foot. It hurts to squat down directly and hold your feet and blow air.

The woman sitting in the hallway laughed and bent over, remembering that she had been so hot by him, and now that she was very happy that Fuchen had hit her own foot.

"What's going on with this door?" said Fuchen as he walked up to the woman and pointed to the door.

"Obviously, I've fixed it. The woman said proudly as she looked at Fuchen.

"You?" said Fuchen as he looked at the thin woman in front of him.

"What do you mean, look down on me!" the woman looked at Fuchen's suspicious eyes, jumped up instantly, and stepped on Fuchen's other foot that was not smashed.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Fuchen bent over and said painfully.

The woman took another look at the dust, let go of her foot, and left the dust to blow up with her other foot, which was swollen bigger than the foot she had been smashed.

"Look at it. The man looked at Fuchen and said, then waved his hand at the plank.

I saw that the wooden planks were instantly scrapped, and five wooden planks were lined up in the air, and then a few nails made of bamboo were pierced into it, and after that, the two ends of the wooden planks were neatly separated with a wave of the woman's hand.

In a short period of time, a few planks became a single door panel.

"Do you want to show you an embroidery on it?" the woman looked at Fuchen proudly, and her mouth turned to the sky.

"Are you really cultivating?" Fuchen's jaw was about to fall to the ground, and he could bear to be beaten, but he didn't expect the woman in front of him to be so powerful.

"What kind of cultivator? It's so ugly, it's called a cultivator. The woman was originally a little surprised, Fuchen actually knew about the cultivator, but she still mocked him, who asked him to call someone else's sister-in-law.

"Are you very good, then?" asked Fuchen cautiously.

"I'm called a master of masters, what do you say?" said the woman even more proudly.

"Can I learn from you?" Fuchen asked more cautiously this time.

"No, you're stupid. The woman looked at the floating dust and said directly.

In this way, no matter how Fuchen asked, the woman didn't speak anymore, and directly twisted her head to the other side.

The sun slowly sank downward, and both of them looked at the sun in a daze, and the woman made a gurgling sound in her stomach, looking at the signs of floating dust on a hungry stomach, and looked a little impatient.

"Are you not leaving, are you going to stay for dinner?" said the woman, in a somewhat gentle voice.

"Excuse me, right?" Fuchen said modestly at this time.

"Excuse me, don't you want to leave?" Before Fuchen could finish speaking, the woman immediately shouted loudly.

Fuchen looked at the woman, obviously shocked by what she had just said, and didn't know how to go back.

In retrospect, if I hadn't been so modest, I wouldn't have been able to get dinner, maybe I shouldn't say that the food she made was unpalatable, not to mention, no matter how unpalatable it was, it would be rice.

"Hurry up and change your clothes and go, or it'll be too dark to see what you do!" the woman said coldly.

Fuchen had no choice but to go in and change his clothes, wash his face, and look at himself in the water, he was really not handsome enough.

"What's your name?" asked Fuchen in a whisper as he packed up and walked over to the woman.

"I won't tell you, hurry up, it's not safe when it's dark. The woman impatiently urged the floating dust.

I couldn't ask about it, and I couldn't rub it, so I had no choice but to say goodbye to the woman and walk outside.

Before the woman could walk out of the door, she rushed to the kitchen to cook.