Monk, this child is yours

Ye Qingshuang and Wu Jian dug a basket of potatoes, and he pulled Wu Jian out of the space.

Reappearing in the deserted vegetable garden, Ye Qingshuang looked around and saw that there was no one around, so she approached Wu Jian and whispered, "Master, I have Jianxin Space, please keep it a secret, even the flower feast."

Wu Jian nodded and said: "The benefactor will not tell anyone."

"There is one more thing I need to ask Master for help!" After leaving the space, Ye Qingshuang thought of how to promote potatoes, but the premise is that both must cooperate.

"What's the matter?" Wu Jian asked.

"Hmm..." Ye Qingshuang was a little hesitant, because the help he wanted to say might require Wu Jian to lie, and he wondered if Wu Jian, who seemed to be a monk but was not a monk, would agree.

After Ye Qingshuang hesitated, his eyes flickered and said: "I was thinking, if this basket of food can be planted, would you like to ask Master to donate the seeds?"

"How do you say it?" Wu Jian asked.

"It's just... the people of Qi Country are very respectful of Buddhism. Qi Country doesn't have this kind of plant. If it can be grown, please tell the master that this kind of plant came from the Buddha's dream, okay?" Ye Qingshuang looked at Wu Jian. Some worry that no cum will agree.

Wu Jian also hesitated as Ye Qingshuang expected, Wu Jian understood what Ye Qingshuang meant, but he absolutely couldn't do anything about the Buddha's lie, "This..."

"..." Ye Qingshuang sighed helplessly, he knew it would happen, he just asked in advance, he didn't know if these potatoes could be grown on ordinary land.

"Master, you can think about it. Now let's see if these seeds can be planted." Ye Qingshuang placed the bamboo basket on the bottom where weeds grew, and touched the densely woven frame with her hands. This bamboo basket was woven by Han Feixue Yes, he raised his eyes to look at Wu Jian who was standing beside him, Wu Jian was really not the same as Han Feixue at all...

It would be great if Wu Jianneng had the same affection for him as Han Feixue.

He turned the bamboo basket with his hands and poured the potatoes inside into a shaded corner. He was a little worried whether the current weather could make these potatoes germinate?

He was fiddling with the soiled potatoes, and suddenly he stopped, too surprised to speak.

Those potatoes placed in the dark are breaking through the soil to germinate bit by bit.

"..." He looked at the potatoes for a while and then at Wu Jian who was squatting down, "Master, this seems to be a little different from normal plants."

Wu Jian nodded and agreed: "It's really different, does it matter if it keeps growing like this?"

"Oh... oh..." He immediately remembered that after the potatoes germinated, they must be cut into pieces before planting, and he took out the dagger that Huo Ling gave him before from his boots, "Master, use the dagger to cut these into pieces, each piece Only when there are buds can it be planted."

Nodding knowingly, he took the dagger from Ye Qingshuang's hand, "The poor monk will come."

After Wu Jian finished speaking, he flipped the dagger in his hand. He didn't look like a compassionate person at all, but a killer like Yan Huayan. If you don't look at the expression on Wu Jian's face, you will definitely think that Wu Jian is a very dangerous figure.

Wu Jian picked up the potato with sprouts and swiped it in a fancy way three or two times. Before Ye Qingshuang had time to see clearly, many stems with neat cut marks appeared in Wu Jian's hand.

Ye Qingshuang felt that cutting the stems without cutting was completely like a performance, which was very admirable.

He just looked at Wujian and cut all the potatoes on the ground into cubes in less than 10 minutes, then wiped the dagger and handed it to him, "How do I plant these tubers now?"

"Plant one place for each piece, and then water it?" Ye Qingshuang was a little uncertain, anyway, isn't that how vegetables are grown?

Wu Jian did not raise any doubts, and took out the rusted hoe from the dilapidated farm implement shed next to him.

Ye Qingshuang was wondering if such a hoe could dig a hole, but when Wujian started weeding and plowing the ground without any pressure, he realized that his thoughts were unnecessary.

After Wu Jian regained his martial arts, he seemed to be able to do everything easily, even if he kept weeding and plowing the ground, he didn't feel short of breath.

Ye Qingshuang watched Wu Jian's every movement in a daze, until Wu Jian patted the dust on his body and said to him: "It's been planted, I'll fetch water."

He just came back to his senses and couldn't help sighing: How great it would be if he had martial arts.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help touching his stomach again. It's not particularly obvious that the stomach is a little swollen, and he doesn't know when it will become obvious...

He was actually a little worried and a little bit looking forward to the birth of the child, and worried that after the child was born, he would not be able to take care of it wholeheartedly.

One year later, he will return to Hualou. When he will leave Hualou has not yet been determined. How will he take good care of his children?

Thinking of this, he thought of Wu Jian's indifferent handsome face again, couldn't help but smile in his heart, and said to himself: "Anyway, the child is his, let's talk about it when the time comes!"

Thinking of this, he no longer worried about the child's birth.

He watched Wu Jian water all the potatoes he planted before following Wu Jian back to the yard where he lived.

In the yard, Yan Huayan squatted on the steps, while Zhang Wu, Li Ying, and Wang Wen doggedly reported the news. Yan Huayan couldn't stop nodding to express her understanding.

After Ye Qingshuang and Wu Jian approached, Yan Huayan seemed to have gotten to know them pretty well. After seeing the two of them, she got up and said to Ye Qingshuang, "My lord, a group of refugees are moving here in Ye City recently. You and Master Wu Jian should not come out of Jinghua. The temple is good."

Ye Qingshuang nodded, expressing his understanding, anyway, he has to study the matter of planting potatoes recently, and has no time to think about other things.

Yan Huayan asked again: "Young master, can you find vegetables in the vegetable garden behind?"

"Eh..." Ye Qingshuang lied with eyes open, "Not yet... I'll go and see tomorrow..."

"En." Although Yan Huayan was a little puzzled by Ye Qingshuang's hesitant attitude, she didn't say anything, but said: "Master, rest well, and I will help you check in a few days."

Because Zhang Wu and the others were there, Yan Huayan didn't say to check the child's condition, so Ye Qingshuang nodded and entered the room.

Because of the relocation of the refugees, Yan Huayan and Zhang Wu often went out to find out the situation, so as to avoid disturbing Ye Qingshuang by the refugees who entered Jinghua Temple by mistake.

Ye Qingshuang had more time and free time to go to the vegetable garden to see how the potatoes were growing.

Therefore, Ye Qingshuang knew the difference of the potatoes in his space. After the potatoes in his space were taken out of the space, they could grow small sprouts within a few minutes, and then stop growing. After they were cut into pieces and planted with water, they could grow in five days After that, it will take a day for the potatoes to germinate, and it will take longer to grow, but even so, Ye Qingshuang is very happy, and so many potatoes can be grown by repeated planting.

After the first batch of potatoes were planted, Ye Qingshuang went to Yan Huayan with two potatoes in his hand. Yan Huayan looked at the novelty in Ye Qingshuang's hands, and was a little curious, "Master said this thing can be eaten, how can I eat it? "

"Steaming, cooking and frying are both fine." After Ye Qingshuang finished speaking, she demonstrated it to Yan Huayan in the kitchen. She removed the skin of the potatoes, cut them into chunks and put them in the pot to fry. Since the condiments are only salt and vinegar, the taste is not good. Very good, but the two people standing on the side were completely shocked, without showing it on the surface, but Yan Huayan was disturbed in his heart and said: "My lord can cook?"

Ye Qingshuang nodded as a matter of course, "Yes. And this thing was found from the backyard by the Buddha who has both things in his dream. As for the name, after thinking about it, I will call it a potato!"

"..." There was a row of ellipses next to Wu Jian's head, he hadn't promised Ye Qingshuang to say that, and Ye Qingshuang couldn't explain anything when he said that.

Yan Huayan looked suspiciously at Wujian who was smiling, and because of Wujian's calmness, he no longer doubted the source of the potatoes, but licked the corner of his lips and asked Ye Qingshuang, "Master, are these potatoes safe to eat?"

"Yes!" Ye Qingshuang put the plate of stir-fried potatoes on the table, Yan Huayan immediately fetched three pairs of chopsticks, and handed two pairs to Wujian and Ye Qingshuang, who couldn't wait to put a piece of potato into his mouth, piously After chewing, although it was a bit hot, Yan Huayan couldn't help but licked the corner of her mouth due to the unique aroma and soft taste of potatoes, "Master, this is quite delicious."

Ye Qingshuang was amused by the novel expression on Yan Huayan's cold face, she habitually added a piece of potato and handed it to Wu Jian's mouth, Wu Jian shook his head, "Benefactor, the poor monk can come by himself."

Alright... Ye Qingshuang retracted his chopsticks and put the potato into his mouth to chew. The familiar taste moved him deeply.