In-house help system

It was a very ordinary morning, Ji Wenliang was standing by the table, holding a porcelain bowl in one hand and stirring the porridge with a wooden spoon in the other.

Feng Li suddenly told him that mana could not be restored.

"Can't recover?"

The porcelain bowl made a light sound when it hit the table.

Ji Wenliang asked: "It will never recover?"

"Not forever," Feng Li paused, then continued, "There is a way, you kill me."

What is this nonsense?

Ji Wenliang immediately realized that if he was a mortal, his soul would return to the ghost world after death. When he saw the ghost king, he could tell the truth, and then the ghost king would report to the heaven to find a way to restore his mana.

"But, how can I do it? If I find a place with more aura, it will take decades of cultivation to recover my mana..."

Decades is the limit of a mortal's lifespan. After death, you can go directly to see the ghost king. What are you fussing about?

In this way, there is only one way.

Be a mortal for the rest of your life, and wait for death with peace of mind.

The human world... There is nothing wrong with the human world, but Feng Li will definitely not feel good if he loses his mana.

How should I be relieved?

Seeing Ji Wenliang's restless look, Feng Li asked, "Do you think Luojing Mountain is better than the Human Realm?"

Luojing Mountain is a fairyland, not to mention full of spiritual energy. Since the sun came into being, it is also like spring all the year round. How can the human world compare?

Feng Li asked this, he must be blaming himself for not being able to restore mana and return to the heaven.

In this way, it cannot be said that the human world is not good.

But it can't be said that Luojingshan is not good, after all, it is Fengli's home, isn't this slapping Lord Shishen in the face?

"It's all good, whether it's Luojing Mountain or the human world, in fact, as long as you live well, it doesn't matter where you are."

Ji Wenliang pushed the bowl forward, "Eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Halfway through eating, Feng Li said again: "My injury has completely healed."

When he mentioned this, Ji Wenliang remembered the words of Doctor Wang's apprentice a few days ago, frowned and said: "Yes, since you... Since we want to stay here, we can't stay at Doctor Wang's house forever, but we don't have money ..."

Feng Li continued: "I can gamble, I won't lose."

bet?

Ji Wenliang hesitated.

A small gamble is fun, but a big gamble can hurt your health.

Gambling is the most corrosive to people's hearts.

But Feng Li is not someone who is obsessed with these things.

Forget it, this seems to be the only way right now.

When everything settles down, it won't be too late to find a dutiful job to earn a living.

Feng Li left early and returned late, and became extremely busy. After two days, he brought back a person.

"This is Brother Six."

It's a bit remarkable that Lord Slaughter God can take the initiative to call him a brother.

Ji Wenliang quickly asked him to sit down, and poured him another bowl of tea.

This tea is made from mung beans, and some mint and rock sugar are added. It is light and sweet, and it is the most refreshing drink in summer.

Perhaps it was too hot outside, Liutou drank three big bowls in a row, wiped his mouth contentedly, and said: "I heard that you are looking for a place to stay, but I know a few places, when you are free, you can go have a look."

Ji Wenliang couldn't help being surprised.

Lord Slaughter God, your efficiency is too high.

"This house has been idle for a long time. The original owner of the house was a scholar. Later, he won the first prize and became a high official elsewhere. Before he left, he entrusted it to me. Alas, the people in the unspirited city have left for the past few years, like There are really not many of you who settle down like this.”

Liu Tou led the two of them into an alley, walked a hundred or so steps, and stopped in front of a house.

It has not been lived in for a long time, even the stone steps are covered with moss, and there are some weeds embedded in the gaps.

The six heads noticed Ji Wenliang's gaze, and smiled apologetically, "I'm usually lazy and haven't taken care of it well. If you guys like this house, it might take some time to clean it."

After all, he took out the key from his sleeve and pushed open the wooden door.

This is a very ordinary courtyard, no different from the neighbors.In the middle is the reception hall, with two wing rooms in the north and south respectively. There is a large open space in front of the house. On the south side of the open space stands a luxuriant magnolia tree. A round stone table is placed under the tree. On the north side is a row of flower stands. There were a few flowerpots scattered on the shelf, because no one took care of them for a long time, the flowers in the flowerpots had already withered, and even the soil was lumpy.

The fence is covered with maple vines, dark green, which adds a bit of tranquility and elegance.

"How about it? If you feel bad, I still have a few places in my hand."

Both Liutou and Feng Li looked at Ji Wenliang, as if his opinion was important.

Ji Wenliang looked at the magnolia tree, which overlapped with the magnolia forest in Luojing Mountain, but was clearly separated.

Everything in the heaven seems to be a long time ago.

After a while, he nodded slightly.

Now that Ji Wenliang agreed, Feng Li signed the land deed, but he still had to clean the house and buy things, so he couldn't live in immediately.

So the two tidied up their new home during the day, and continued to live in Dr. Wang's house at night.

After a few days like this, it was finally tidied up.

When the two of them first arrived in Blind City, they were in a bit of a panic. If Doctor Wang hadn't taken them in, they would have been in a panic. Now that they are moving away, they should buy some gifts to thank them.

It's just that this gift is really hard to choose.

Dr. Wang has some literati qualities, so giving some gold, silver and jade objects is really an insult to others, but other... I really can't think of them.

"Why don't you give me a writing brush?" Feng Li suggested.

The writing brush... yes, it is a very elegant gift. Doctor Wang usually uses the writing brush to write prescriptions.

Fengli is the best at picking the brush, and he used the best when he was in the heaven.

But Lord Slaughter God's vision is indeed higher.

"Too thick."

"too thin."

"too hard."

"Too soft."

Meeting such a knowledgeable customer, the boss complained endlessly. He stood on the low stool and took an extremely delicate box from the top shelf of the cabinet.

"This is the best product in our store... No, it's the best product in the city. Can you see if it catches your eye?"

Feng Li picked up the pen and turned it around. It took a long time before he reluctantly nodded.

After walking several houses in a row, Ji Wenliang was already very tired. Seeing Feng Li nod his head, his fatigue seemed to have eased a lot, and he asked, "How much?"

The shopkeeper gestured with his hands.

Ji Wenliang's hand froze when he took out the money, but he finally bought it.

After leaving the store, the two went straight to the hospital and gave gifts, but Dr. Wang refused to accept them, saying that it was just a fair deal.

"How can curing diseases and saving lives be a business, you just accept it, doctor."

Dr. Wang is a famous doctor. He has been in Blind City for decades, and he has seen countless patients. Naturally, he has saved a lot of money. How could he be short of a writing brush?It's just that he wanted it so hard, but he couldn't refuse it, so he accepted it.

On the way back, he passed a night market. Ji Wenliang looked left and right, and walked very slowly.

These days, they have already spent a lot of money on shopping, and if they don't want to make money again, the two of them are afraid that they will drink the northwest wind.

"Sugar man! Sugar man!"

This is a handicraft, and it will definitely fail after a few years of practice, no way.

"Corn! Freshly baked corn!"

This is smoky, no no no.

Walking all the way, neither this nor that.

It's not that Ji Wenliang is picky and can't bear the pain, but he is afraid of wronging Feng Li.

For such a handsome and handsome man, if you ask him to greet guests and make deals, no matter how you think about it, you don't think it's appropriate.

I can always work in the medical clinic, but if I don't let Feng Li do anything, wouldn't it hurt his self-esteem?

"What do you like?"

Seeing Ji Wenliang looking here and there, walking and stopping, Feng Li asked again with a troubled look.

"Huh? No, I..."

Taking a casual glance, I settled on a booth next to it.

With a smile on his face, he walked over quickly.

"Boss, did you draw this?"

The stall owner was a frail scholar, wearing a blue cloth shirt and a square scarf on his head, and replied politely: "It is indeed my work."

This is a landscape painting, the mountains are vast, and the green pines are independent, which is a very good artistic conception.

"How much does this painting cost?"

"Ten texts."

ten words?That's a catty of rice, and if you sell a painting a day, you don't have to worry about eating and drinking.

"Does the customer want to buy?"

Seeing Ji Wenliang in a daze, the scholar couldn't help but remind him.

Ji Wenliang came back to his senses, waved his hand, and said, "It's nothing, let's take a look."

Pulling Feng Li away.

"Didn't you know how to paint landscapes before?"

Feng Li was stunned, "You mean you want me to sell paintings?"

Ji Wenliang paid attention to his expression, and said: "Can't you? We have to find a way to make money, not to mention I think your paintings are much better than his."

Because of Ji Wenliang's words, Feng Li transformed into a painter.

"Draw it, I will accompany you."

On the second day, Ji Wenliang bought the pen and paper, added tea, and rubbed ink.

He said he wanted to accompany him, but half an hour later, when Feng Li was dipping in the ink, he found Ji Wenliang lying on the table and fell asleep.

He looked down at the unfinished painting, and suddenly felt a little dull.

When Ji Wenliang opened his eyes again, Feng Li had already finished writing.

"Done? Let me see."

He stood up from the stool and lifted the painting up.

Seeing the content of the painting clearly, his face suddenly turned red.

There is no landscape in the painting, it is clearly me.

He stammered and asked, "You, what are you drawing this for?"

"I was thinking of you in my heart, so I drew it."

There was really no way to answer these words, Ji Wenliang muttered for a long time before replying: "This...this can't be sold for money."

"I don't sell it for money," Feng Li dragged the painting back, and said calmly, "I'll keep it."

Then you can keep it, this thing is full!

Fortunately, after Feng Li finally painted a few paintings that could be sold, the two of them asked Liutou to find a booth. It was under the willow tree by the bridge, and it was a good place to block the sun in summer.

It's just that the first time I went to the stall, God didn't give me face. It was fine in the morning, but dark clouds came up quietly in the afternoon.

"Is it going to rain?"

Ji Wenliang stretched out his arm to feel it.

Feng Li nodded, "It should be."

As soon as he finished speaking, big raindrops fell down everywhere.

When I returned home in a hurry, my body was already soaked.

After an autumn rain and a cold, Ji Wenliang entered the house, ignoring the rain all over his body, hurriedly took out his clothes from the cabinet next to the wall, turned around and said: "Put on your clothes first, don't catch cold, I'll go burn... Well……"

Feng Li suddenly lowered his head and kissed his lips.

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