The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Although Feihua Island is poor, the head of the big household obviously makes money well and lives a very prosperous life.

She was wearing a bat-pattern sprinkled golden silk and satin gown, and a top-quality snow gauze coat that looked like it was produced in the Kunlun Snow Palace. Wait for the snails to thicken, apply powder and grease, and make your lips crimson.A warm pearl chain was wrapped around her neck, and two golden earrings were hung on her ears, inlaid with rubies the size of pigeon eggs, pulling her ear flaps heavily.

She is a woman over half a hundred years old, her youth is long gone, her figure is slightly bloated, and her face is full of wrinkles. It would be fine if she dresses up intentionally, but she obviously thinks that the more expensive things she wears on her body, the more she will look like herself She is so beautiful, that's why she fell into this pile of glittering pearls and emeralds, like an old turtle in red and green.

The old turtle was sitting on half of Feihua Island. When she spoke, the village chief didn't dare to say anything.

At this moment, the sun was rising, and Shi Shiran, an old turtle with red flowers and green leaves, came to the square, sat in the red sour branch bat deer grand master chair that had been prepared for her, and looked at the refugees from Linyi.

"Why did you accept it?" She rolled up her heavy and greasy eyelids, and gave the village chief a half-hearted look, "I haven't paid any money, so why give them a house to live in? What about food, how much have you eaten?"

"I didn't eat much...it's all leftovers from the villagers' own homes, and they can't eat anymore." The village head muttered.

The old turtle snorted coquettishly, and said, "That also has to be paid. Isn't this rice and wheat all grown from the land of my grandson Sanniang? This year's harvest is not good, and I even opened a warehouse to help every household on the island." Ten catties of barley flour and a pot of oil. It doesn’t matter if I give them to you, we are all from our own family, but I’m afraid it’s not good for you to use Sanniang’s food to help the refugees in Linyi?”

"What San Niangzi said is true." The village chief smiled apologetically, "But look, these little girls and old men are so pitiful in the cold weather. You have a heart of a Bodhisattva, so let's just forget about it."

The old turtle narrowed his eyes and said, "How can it be forgotten? Money, it's all money."

village head:"……"

"How much food did each family provide for them to eat?" Old Turtle asked, "I asked you to keep accounts just now, did you remember?"

The village chief had no choice but to say: "Forget it, it's sorted out." As he spoke, he handed a booklet to the old turtle Sun Sanniang, who raised her hand with a clatter, and on only one wrist of her right hand, she wore nine colorful pamphlets. Bracelets, gold, silver, jade, and precious stones of various colors almost covered half of her forearm.

"Yeah." She finished reading lazily, took out a box of ledgers, counted her fingers, and said, "You guys are pigs, you really can eat. In just a short while, you actually ate 26 steamed buns on the island. Ours The steamed buns are really big, and it’s not too much to charge you ninety silver. I also drank half a tank of fresh water, which I brought back from Linyi. Linyi sold me three gold and a tank. You have four golds and one pot, and half a pot is two golds, a total of two golds and ninety silvers. By the way, Miss Zhang."

The kind-faced woman whose name was called shuddered, and hurriedly raised her head: "Ah, third lady."

Sun Sanniang said with a smile: "Your steamed buns are the most delicious. When kneading noodles, there is pork suet in them, so you have to settle the score."

"This... steaming ten steamed buns is only a piece of lard the size of a pea. How can this be counted?"

"It's hard to calculate, ten steamed buns and a grain of lard the size of a pea, if converted, I'll charge one copper coin, which is not too much."

"..."

"In this way, it is two gold, ninety silver and one copper." Sun Sanniang said, "In addition, you slept in the house on my land. Although the house is not mine, but the land is mine, you slept for half an hour. , the cost for half an hour is seventy coppers per person."

As she spoke, she turned her head and asked the steward beside her, "How many people are there?"

"Back to Sanniang, there are 49 in total."

"No, didn't you say 51 before? How about two more?"

Before the words fell, a gloomy voice was suddenly heard saying:

"it's here."

Although Chu Wanning didn't wear a white shirt, but a darker moon white robe, he was still full of vigor, with the breath of frost and snow. In a pair of slightly upward-flying eyes, the pupils were clear, but cold and arrogant, as if unsheathed sharp bayonet.

Sun Sanniang is an ordinary person, but she is not afraid when she sees a monk.

She has worked for most of her life to earn a living. Although she is critical and caring, she does not commit crimes, and she is disgusting around her.

So she said unhurriedly: "It turns out that you are a fairy, no wonder you don't have to sleep. These people are all rescued by you, right? They came just in time, be quick and give me money."

The village head said in a low voice: "Sanniang, these two are not from the Confucian school, but immortal monarchs at the pinnacle of death and life, you don't have to..."

"I don't care which sect it is, I recognize money but not people."

Chu WanNing glanced at the refugees who were curled up together, trembling with cold, raised their hands, and dropped a golden-red enchantment to dispel the cold for them, and then turned their heads: "How much do you want?"

"Two golds, 93 silvers, and 430 coppers."

Although Sun Sanniang was disgusting, they had nowhere else to go at this time. Chu Wanning knew that if he offended her, he would hurt the group of people he brought, so although he looked very bad, he took out the money bag from Qiankun's pocket and threw it to she.

"There are about eighty gold in it." Most of his money is in Xue Zhengyong's place, and now he really doesn't have much money left. "We're going to stay for about seven days. You can count and see if it's enough."

"not enough."

How could Sun Sanniang do it herself, handing over the money bag to her subordinates, and let them count the money by the side.

"Eighty gold is only enough for you to stay for three days at most, and the meal fee is not counted."

"you--!"

"If Xianjun is not convinced, I can settle the account with you carefully. Businessmen calculate money clearly, and I can tell you the reason for every transaction."

At this time, Mo Ran also rushed over, and he didn't have much money on him. Together with Chu Wanning, it was barely enough for 52 people to eat and live for four days.

Sun Sanniang took it away, grinning with bright red lips and said: "I'll keep you for four days. After four days, if there is no money, I won't care if the fire is extinguished or not. You all have to leave immediately."

In order to save money, Chu Wanning didn't eat that night. He threw the sound transmission Haitang into the river and sea, tried to get in touch with Xue Zhengyi, and then returned to his temporary hut.

This house is more shabby than those in Yuliang Village during the busy farming season. Since there are not many vacant houses on the island, everyone needs to squeeze in. Chu Wanning is not used to sharing a room with strangers, so he can only sleep with Mo Ran.

At this moment, the light in the shabby room was on, but Mo Ranren was not there, and he didn't know where he went.

Chu Wanning took off his outer robe. Although the robe was luxurious in style, the material was no better than the white clothes he wore in the past. It was covered with ashes from the fire and blood stains.He poured a wooden bucket of hot water and was about to wash his hands when the door opened.

Chu Wanning raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Where did you go? Come back so late."

Mo Ran entered the house, and he brought back a bamboo lunch box. It was windy outside and it was very cold, so he put the lunch box in his arms, raised his eyes, his nose was red from the cold, and said with a smile: "Go to three Mother's house is begging for food."

Chu Wanning was taken aback: "Are you going to beg for food?"

"Just kidding." Mo Ran said, "I brought some food back."

"What to eat?"

"Steamed buns." Mo Ran was a little embarrassed, "There is also a bowl of fish soup and a bowl of braised pork, but unfortunately there is no dessert. That Sun Sanniang is too strict, and everyone in the village is afraid of her. No one dares to give me anything. I I went to her house to find her, and exchanged it with her for a silver dagger that I carried with me."

Chu Wanning frowned and said: "She is too black-hearted, I know your silver dagger, and there is still a spirit stone embedded in it, why did you change such a thing?"

"It's not just that, I negotiated with her and exchanged 52 copies, everyone has it, and I looked at the kitchen and sent it out." Mo Ran said with a smile, "So, Master, you don't have to worry about others, just eat all of these obediently Bar."

Chu Wanning was really hungry, sat down at the table, drank a few mouthfuls of hot fish soup, then picked up the steamed buns, and gnawed on the braised pork.Sun Sanniang is stingy, she doesn't give much meat, and most of it is very fatty. Chu Wanning doesn't like to eat it, but it tastes good when chewing steamed buns with broth. He gnawed on one and then gnawed on the second one.

Mo Ran glanced at the steaming bucket and asked, "Master, is going to do the laundry?"

"Ah."

"It's just a robe, let me wash it for Master."

"No, I'll go by myself."

The ink burned: "It's okay, I just happened to have to wash it, just by the way."

As he said that, he went to the bed to pick up a few pieces of clothes that he had thrown away earlier, and then walked out with the wooden bucket.

The moonlight in the courtyard was bright, and Mo Ran looked up, wondering what happened to Xue Meng and his uncle, and where did Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si go now.Looking at the calamity fire on the other side of the sea, it is still billowing like a tide of blood, day and night, burning scorched smoke soaring into the sky.

Song Qiutong, and... that person.

The person he hated to the bone in his previous life and slaughtered the entire Confucian school for him.

I'm afraid they have all been buried in the sea of ​​fire.

Mo Ran sighed and stopped thinking about it.He put down the wooden bucket, mixed some cold water in the tank, rolled up his sleeves and started washing clothes.

Chu Wanning, whether he is making mechas or writing scrolls, is methodical and meticulous, but once he is asked to do some laundry and cooking, it is always a mess.

For example, before Mo Ran completely immerses the clothes in the water, he will habitually check the Qiankun bag and the hidden bag first, so as to avoid any important things entering the water, but Chu Wanning often does not remember to do this step.

"........."

Facing a bunch of odds and ends that were taken out of Chu Wanning's robe, Mo Ran fell silent.

what are these?

Begonia handkerchief.

Fortunately, it is still normal.

Various medicines.

Nothing wrong with that either.

a handful of sugar...

Mo Ran was a little speechless, and looked carefully, it seemed that it was the nougat that he bought for him when he was in Yuliang Village.

Haven't finished eating yet?

Turning down again, Mo Ran was taken aback.

...Detonator?

Mo Ran's face was blue, holding the half-soaked, wet talisman paper, almost terrified.

How wide is Chu Wanning's heart?Can you put the detonating talisman directly on your body without any confinement?Although the possibility of igniting and self-destructing is very small, this is too dangerous, are you kidding?

Mo Ran frowned, and hurriedly checked his clothes again carefully, and cleared out all the detonating talismans, freezing talismans, and soul-suppressing talismans, and found that the dragon-rising talisman with the dragon was also drawn Wan Ning carelessly fell inside.

If you don’t even look at it, these talisman papers will be ruined, and a large part of them will be useless. Chu Wanning is really...

Mo Ran shook his head helplessly, secretly said, in the future, Master's clothes must never be washed by himself.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly a small, lotus-white thing slipped out of the secret bag.Mo Ran didn't care about it, thinking it was some kind of magic spell or talisman, he picked it up and glanced at it.

At this moment, he was stunned.

It was an old brocade bag, embroidered with acacia flowers, the petals and leaves had lost their color and were no longer as bright as before.

Somewhat puzzled and at a loss, he vaguely felt that this thing was very familiar, and he must have seen it somewhere before, but it was too long, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

Mo Ran caressed this little kit, his dark brows were tightly locked, and there was a flash of light and shadow in his eyes.The past flowed by one by one, and he tried to find the source of this blooming acacia in the turbulent years.

Light and slightly cool fabric, color that fades with age.

He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, turning it over and over again, but he couldn't remember anything.He was worried that there was something dangerous like a "detonating charm" inside, so he opened a hole in it and took a look.

"..."

It's a strand of hair.

No, on closer inspection, there are actually two strands.

Tied together, entwined together, the sky and the earth are netted together, and they fit together perfectly.In the time that passed in a hurry, they have been entwined and accompanied each other. At first glance, they thought it was a bunch, but in fact, these two strands of ink have long been inseparable.

"hair?"

The ink burned in a daze, and a little light flashed in front of his eyes.

He murmured: "The kit...the Acacia kit..."

Suddenly, he remembered a past event.Immediately afterwards, that incident exploded in my heart like a flame, burning my chest was burning hot.His eyes widened instantly in shock.

Ghost master of ceremonies.

He remembered.

The golden boy and the jade girl, Caidie Town, had a cup of tea and made a vow to make an alliance—he remembered...

Since then, the two lonely souls have been together, and the blue sky and the yellow spring are inseparable.

He... remembered.

He remembered! !

In front of the master of ceremonies in the town of Caidie, when he and Chu Wanning were married, the two strands of hair that the golden boy and jade girl cut for them were collected in the acacia kit and handed over to Chu Wanning.

This is the kit.

"how come."

Mo Ran's brain was buzzing, blood was surging, and he was stunned for a moment.

"how is this possible……"

He clutched the kit tightly, his hands trembling slightly, his eyes were full of light, flashing surprise, horror, disbelief, bewilderment, ecstasy and even sadness.

Master...Chu Wanning...

He, why... why did he keep this?

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Gouzi for getting an important prop [Acacia Tips] x1

system hint:

[Acacia Tips] The ghost master of ceremonies fell from the illusion, and the acacia flowers are embroidered on it. After many years, the color of the pattern has faded.There's a... no, two strands of hair in it.Chu WanNing put it on his body, not knowing why.

The player [Ink Burning] can gain 100 courage by using this item.

It has no effect on other players.

Today's small theater is still provided by my friend Ali 23333

Friends: Er Gouzi and White Cat can be called the Monroe combination.

Me: why?

Friends: Chu Wanning drives by dreaming, and Mo Ran drives by masturbation.Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.Do you think it's the Monroe combination? (roll eyes.jpg)