The little sister Yue'er must be very fond of sweetness, and her storage bag is full of sweets such as jujube persimmons, sugar-poured taro, steamed cakes and crispy honey.

Wu Zijian is not a picky eater, he picks up the dishes and chews them all over.

Before, when he was extremely hungry, he even gnawed on the hazelnut pines in Biqi's storage bag that chewed like wood, but now that Wu Zijian can eat these foods that are just a little too sweet, he can't be happy, how can he care about picking.

Wu Zijian has become so able to eat now, which shows that doing chores has an effect on his body building, so his body needs to supplement his growth needs through eating.

The Lingchu School Palace, with a lack of resources, specially arranged for the new disciples to do some heavy chores, which also included the meaning of letting them lay a solid foundation.

Except for the outer disciples in the school palace, who only need to do half of the chores of ordinary outer disciples, and can concentrate on cultivation the rest of the time, the other outer disciples are all miserable because of the monotonous and heavy chores every day.

In fact, in the Dongzhou sect circle, the outer disciples of various sects and sects, who are also called sect disciples at best, are actually miscellaneous servants, and they are the kind that do not have to pay wages, and their status is extremely low.

This is really the norm among the thirty-six sects, seventy-two sects, one hundred and eight sects, as well as the large and small sects of Dongzhou.

Due to its special nature, the treatment of the Lingchu Academy Palace for the outer disciples can be slightly better.

The ordinary outer disciples in the school palace only need to complete their chores on time and in accordance with the amount every day, not only can they free up a little time to practice and rest, but also can obtain the school palace points.

Although there are not many credits to be obtained, these palace points are definitely enough for ordinary outer disciples to eat and drink Lazar for a day or two.

Wu Zijian can get double the palace points every day, which is much better than the other outer disciples who have gone to work except for the first time.

Outsiders only say that he is living a very nourishing life, but no one can imagine that Wu Zijian's current situation is not an exaggeration to say that he is hungry and cold.

The double palace points he gets every day, all of them are still not enough to eat, let alone let him use the palace points in exchange for the body forging elixir and cultivation exercises.

If it weren't for the clean clothes and dried fruit snacks in Biqi's storage bag, Wu Zijian would have been poor a few days earlier, living a life of lack of food and clothing, and the mix would be even worse than now.

Wu Zijian: How much he can eat now, which can be seen from this.

But he can eat it so much, but I don't know if it is because the ingredients in the spiritual world are green and pollution-free, environmentally friendly and pollution-free, or because of his special physique, Wu Zijian is still the same as before, neither growing meat nor the slightest sign of fortune.

At first glance, he still looks like a slender little student.

Wu Zijian now has to do twice as much chores every day as ordinary outer disciples, and there is almost no time for cultivation.

However, Wu Zijian has few spiritual veins, and doing chores has a refining effect on him, so doing sundries is now his profession for Wu Zijian, which is much more important than meditation and cultivation.

The only problem now is that although he does twice as much chores every day and gets double the palace points, there are already hidden signs of being overstretched and unable to eat!

In the long run, Wu Zijian is afraid that sooner or later there will be a day when he will not be able to make ends meet and eat food.

If that happens, what should he do?

Wu Zijian pondered:

Why don't you get up early tomorrow and talk to the deacon at the outer door and double the chores for him to do?

The head of the sect was originally concerned about the face of the head of the Fang Academy, so he imposed a small punishment on Wu Zijian and ordered him to do twice the chores every day.

However, because the talents of the Lingchu Academy Palace withered, the real person in charge of the teaching was thirsty, so he instructed Binglian to give Wu Zijian a double palace score according to his labor.

If Wu Zijian is really allowed to apply to the deacon of the outer gate for three times the miscellaneous work to pass, and receive three times the palace points every day, then if the real person in charge of the sect and the palace bosses learn about it, their faces will definitely become extremely exciting:

If you are made to do twice as many chores, it is a punishment for you. Not only are you as willing as rain, but you are also so addicted to the taste of the marrow, what kind of trouble are you going to make with such an unstoppable look?!

Wu Zijian is full and forgets the thousand-year-old hunger.

He who stored the grain in the storage bag of the little senior sister Yue'er and wiped it clean, chopped wood and carried the burden with a solid stomach.

Yue'er, as usual, returned to Pipa Mountain at sunset.

Wu Zijian was alone, sweating profusely until the dead of night, before finishing today's chores.

Walking alone on the forest and mountain road back to bed, Wu Zijian didn't look particularly tired, he just felt a little hungry in his stomach.

Wu Zijian looked down at the flowers and plants under his feet, and the grasshoppers and crickets that appeared in his eyes from time to time, and he swallowed his saliva.

It took great perseverance for Wu Zijian to restrain the urge to eat these things in his stomach.

Hey!

Wu Zijian's footsteps stopped abruptly:

What did he find?

One - Bird Egg!

Wu Zijian looked around vigilantly.

Then, he quietly half-crouched up and began to slowly approach the egg.

He was both excited and nervous:

Steady......

Steady......

You can't make any sound at this point......

Seeing that the white bird egg the size of a pinball in the grass was getting closer and closer to him, Wu Zijian closed his mouth more and more hard.

He was afraid that his mouth would not help but drool:

This egg is very rich in protein......

It's small, but it's better than nothing......

Finally, Wu Zijian looked solemn and slowly picked up the bird eggs in the grass with two fingers.

Not!

Wu Zijian threw the whole bird egg, even the shell and the pulp into his mouth to chew, he was reluctant to chirp:

It's crunchy on the palate and tastes just like chicken!

If he's not too hungry, he'll choose to bake the eggs first, which will be more delicious......

After swallowing the bird's eggs, Wu Zijian still had a look of unfinished business.

At this moment, suddenly there was a voice that couldn't distinguish whether it was a man or a woman, a long or a young, like a whisper, sounded in Wu Zijian's ears:

"Come here, young man, here's what you want......"

After Wu Zijian heard this, he couldn't help but slap a spirit, and he reflexively shouted:

"Who?!"

The insects stopped chirping, and the forest was silent.

Wu Zijian's scalp was numb, his body was full of sweat, and he kept turning his body, looking around into the empty dark woods.

But after he carefully scanned the surroundings, he found no suspicious traces.

Just when Wu Zijian thought he had misheard, he turned around and was about to leave.

The voice just now sounded in his ears abruptly again:

"Yes, I'm talking to you!"

This voice seemed to appear directly in Wu Zijian's mind out of thin air, making him unable to distinguish the direction and source of the sound.

But Wu Zijian seemed to hear it this time, it was a slightly childish voice with a strong sense of unclear excitement.

Just when he wanted to listen to it and confirm it.

The owner of this voice was very cooperative, and said to Wu Zijian again:

"Don't look for it, I'm right behind you!"