It took a lot of effort for the family to drag the huge gray wolf home, the Wang family boiled water with joy, and Ning Shan carefully skinned the gray wolf.

Ning Caichen's fatal blow pierced the gray wolf's head, but the entire wolf skin was not damaged in any other way, and it would definitely be sold for a good price if it was peeled off completely.

At the very least, it can allow a family of three to live for a few more days.

Ning Caichen, on the other hand, was sitting on the bed at this time, looking at the wound on his leg that had healed, and kept patting the golden human emperor's pen with his hand: "Machine spirit, the sealed old man, the divine thoughts of the human emperor, which kind of person do you belong to, can you say something to me?"

There was no reaction, as if everything Ning Caichen said never existed. But what happened before made him extremely convinced that there must be a soul in this person's imperial pen, otherwise how could he take him to cut through the space to save his parents?

"Could it be that if you want to communicate with this soul, what conditions do you need to meet?, or is it that it has wasted the energy it has accumulated so hard, and now it is asleep again?" Seeing this situation, Ning Caichen couldn't help but speculate wildly in his heart.

"Chen'er, whether you can awaken this machine spirit or not, you must receive this treasure. Cutting through space and traveling for miles in an instant, this is probably a means only available to immortals. Mother Ning boiled the water, walked into the house and said.

If she hadn't seen her son appear like a god with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe in such a strange thing anyway.

"Yes, I know. By the way, mother, what year is it at this time? Who is in power? What is the boundary of this place where we live?" Ning Caichen took the human emperor pen into his arms.

"It is now the second year of the Apocalypse, and the Emperor of the Apocalypse is on the throne. Our family originally lived in Jinhua Mansion, Zhejiang Province, where your father had a job as a private school teacher. Later, when the war arose, we fled from Jinhua with countless victims and came to the remote place of Guxian County to settle down and make a living. ”

"In the second year of the Apocalypse, the Ming Dynasty, Jinhua, Zhejiang, Ning Caichen ......" Ning Caichen muttered these words in his mouth, and a bold guess suddenly appeared in his heart, grabbed Wang's hand, and asked urgently: "Mother, in the northern suburbs of Jinhua, Zhejiang, is there a Lanruo Temple?"

Wang was stunned for a moment, and then said, "You haven't been there, how do you know about that ancient temple?"

"So, is there really that ancient temple? Lanruo Temple, Ning Caichen, Nie Xiaoqian, Yan Chixia...... A Chinese Ghost Story?!" Ning Caichen cried out in a lost voice.

Wang looked at him worriedly: "Chen'er, are you okay?

Ning Caichen inhaled deeply and kept patting his chest. After a long time, he woke up from this astonishing speculation that could not be verified: "I'm fine, I'm fine, mother, you go get busy first, I want to be quiet." ”

Wang walked out of the house step by step, and the last thing he saw was Ning Caichen's stunned face, and for a while, there was a strong worry in his heart.

This child, don't be spoiled, otherwise the family will really have no way to live.

"Am I the Ning Caichen in a Chinese Ghost Story? Will I go to Jinhua in the future to collect the accounts, spend the night in Lanruo Temple, meet Yan Chixia by chance, and, and have a singing and crying relationship with the most beautiful female ghost in history?"

"Let's eat. After a while, Ning Shan walked in with a small black basin with a smile on his face, and kept swallowing saliva and shouting.

Ning Caichen suppressed all the speculations in his heart, jumped up from the bed suddenly, and ran to the table: "It's really not easy to finally be able to eat a hot meal." ”

Ning Shan and Wang sat opposite him, and Wang handed him a pair of bamboo chopsticks: "Eat, you need to make up for it now." ”

Seeing such a pair of bamboo chopsticks on the table, Ning Caichen was stunned: "Where are the chopsticks of the two of you?"

"The two of us won't eat it. Ning Shan's throat rolled, don't look over his head and not look at the steaming wolf meat: "Now I'll just have a hot soup with your mother." After a while, I will take the wolf's skin to the county, exchange some food and come back, and I can live for a while. ”

Ning Caichen paused and calmly put down his chopsticks: "If the second elder doesn't eat, the son would rather starve to death than take the first bite." ”

The old man's nose was sore, Wang wiped his tears, and said with a smile: "We know that you are pure filial piety, but you are very weak now, and you need a lot of meat to replenish it." Your father and I will exchange wolf skins for some coarse grains to eat, courtier, obediently. ”

Ning Caichen shook his head silently: "I eat it myself, I can't get that mouth." If you don't eat this wolf meat today, I won't eat it. I will eat as much as you eat. If you don't want to watch your son starve to death again, the second elder should eat as soon as possible. ”

Ning Shan sniffed: "In my life, the proudest thing is not that I have gone to school and am literate, but that I have a pure and filial child. ”

Wang smiled with tears: "I'll go and get two pairs of bamboo chopsticks back, today our family is the right to celebrate the New Year." ”

Listening to Wang's words, Ning Caichen sighed deeply in his heart, and swore to think: No matter what kind of world this is, from the time you walked into the mountains for me, you are my parents. And what I'm going to do is try to make sure you have enough to eat and live a good life.

After a hearty lunch in the middle of the afternoon, Ning Shan went out with a wolf skin to go to the county to exchange some food and come back. Originally, Ning Caichen was also going to follow, but he was stopped by his mother and asked him to review the books he had read several times at home.

Sitting on the bed, looking at the green-skinned ancient books with rotten edges, Ning Caichen became distracted again.

It's not that he can't read the words in the book. As a domestic servant in an antique shop, he has learned some ancient poetry collections, calligraphy and paintings, and literacy is naturally a piece of cake for him. The reason why he was distracted was to think about how to use this powerless body to survive in the future, and let those two venerable old men live a good life.

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't come up with a method, but he had a trace of doubt in his heart. This body is very young, probably no more than twenty years old, but why do Ning Shan and Wang look like they are fifty or sixty years old?

Could it be that they gave birth to themselves in their thirties? This is normal for modern people, but it is a bit exaggerated for the ancients who could call themselves old husbands in their forties, right?

"Mother, how old are you?" curiosity drove him to jump out of bed and run to a more modest house next to him.

"Thirty-nine years old, and soon forty. There is no etiquette for small families, Wang said with a smile.

Ning Caichen was shocked in his heart and asked in a trembling voice, "What about my father?"

"He's two years older than me, and he's forty-one this year. ”

At the age of forty-one, he is still middle-aged and strong in modern society, but in this world, Ning Shan is as old as if he was in his sixties...... Ning Caichen felt inexplicably sour in his heart.

"Speaking of him, the sun is about to go down, why hasn't he come back yet?" Wang glanced at the sunset outside the window, full of doubts.

"I'll go to the county to find out, don't let anything happen again. Ning Caichen said goodbye to the Wang family and walked out of the house.

Traveled all the way to the county, searched for a lot but did not find any trace of Ningshan, and after inquiring, he learned a news that shocked him.

His father, the honest scholar, was actually imprisoned!

Hurriedly came to the yamen, Ning Caichen subconsciously wanted to walk towards the drum of grievances, but was dragged by a middle-aged woman passing by.

"Ning Caichen, what do you want to do?"

"Beat the drums, cry out!"

The woman let out a long sigh and forcibly dragged him to the teahouse not far away: "Folks, I can't watch you do such a foolish thing. Do you know that the drum of injustice costs ten taels of silver, and the trial of the case costs another five taels, and no matter what the result is, the case will be decided for another five taels. Twenty taels of silver before and after, how can you, a scholar, get it?"

Ning Caichen laughed angrily: "I have long heard of many corrupt officials in ancient times, but I never thought that I would meet them one day." ”

"Silence, silence!" The woman was startled by his words, and hurriedly covered his mouth: "I heard that your father was arrested, but son, this is all fate, we can't do anything." ”

Ning Caichen's chest rose and fell, obviously forcibly suppressing his anger: "This sister, dare to ask you why my father was imprisoned?"

Although she found that Ning Caichen called herself differently than before, the woman didn't think much about it at this time: "I heard from the tea customers who came and went that it was because the county lord fell in love with the wolf skin in your father's hand, but he didn't want to spend money to buy ......."

"The sin of Huaibi, the sin of Huaibi, I see!" A fierce look flashed in Ning Caichen's eyes, and he stood up from his seat and arched his hand: "Thank you sister for your doubts, I will leave first." ”

"You fierce and wicked, where do you want to go? Don't make trouble for yourself, the people don't fight with the officials. The woman grabbed him again.

Ning Caichen smiled calmly: "Sister, don't worry, I won't hit a stone with an egg." ”

As he spoke, he broke free of the woman's hands, walked out of the teahouse with his head held high, and disappeared into the night in a few moments.

"Alas...... This damn world. Looking at the direction in which he had disappeared, the woman sighed deeply.

The most luxurious and atmospheric manor in Gu County is the county official's home. A small half of the people's fat and ointment collected over the years was put into the construction of the manor, so even in this remote and small county, the county lord's manor is not inferior to the wealthy families in the rest of the big counties.

On this night, a scholar wearing a patch scholar costume and holding a golden pen of the emperor quietly sneaked into the manor, climbed to a large willow tree in the courtyard, and looked indifferently at the county soldiers guarding the guard.

After waiting on the tree for more than two hours, the county soldiers who were keeping vigil lazily squinted their eyes and slowly fell asleep.

Forcibly calming down his overly violent heartbeat, Ning Caichen boldly but cautiously bypassed these sleeping county soldiers, quickly climbed over the low wall, and entered the inner courtyard.

When the moon was dark and the wind was high on the murderous night, and no one set fire to it, Ning Caichen, who was extremely angry, finally sacrificed the butcher's knife, but he didn't know if he could get what he wanted.