Whose cub is the teacher pregnant with?

"Chen San, it's not uncle who blames you." Village Chief Chen stood behind him and sighed, "We are both relatives, uncle never hides anything from you, but this time uncle really hopes you can relax."

Chen San knelt on the ground, as if he couldn't listen to what Village Chief Chen said.

Village head Chen sighed leisurely, he knew Chen San's difficulty, so why didn't he feel sorry for this little nephew?

But it's better to die alone than to kill everyone in Chenjiacun, right?

Village head Chen looked at the honest Chen San and wanted to persuade him, but the rickety old man hidden in the darkness spoke slowly.

The voice was hoarse and hoarse, as if it had been sanded on sandpaper before reaching the ear, and there was a chill in it.

"Your son died for everyone in Chenjia Village, he is honored."

The person who spoke was the skinny old lady that Yan Jingfeng saw this morning. She was sitting on the grand teacher's chair beside the altar. Because of her short stature, her feet could not touch the ground at all, and she could only hang it in the air. weird.

Chen San couldn't help raising his head when he heard this voice, he was stupid and incompetent, but he was not stupid.

"Why..." Chen San said to the old lady with tears in his voice, "Why is it my son? There are so many children in our Chen family village, why did you choose my family?"

The old lady squinted her eyes halfway, and looked at him with a calm expression: "It's your family's blessing to be chosen, why do you still question the god's choice?"

Chen San was stupid, he didn't know how to argue with the witch, but he still couldn't accept the fact that his third child was gone.

The sorceress looked at Chen San, a big and thick man, and began to cry, and couldn't help but breath out: "Hey, you are so stupid and useless, now that your son died for Chen's village, it can be regarded as a gift for you!" Yinde, you should be grateful to Dade, why are you still crying?"

Chen San shook his head desperately: "No, no..."

His son is obviously dead, why don't everyone feel sorry for him, but think it's an honor?

The person who died was his most precious son, but everyone wanted him to accept it?

That's my son, my own flesh and blood that I've been looking forward to growing up for more than ten years, why do others have to let me accept it in a few words?

Just because you are incompetent?

No, it shouldn't be like this...

Chen San cried very sadly. He couldn't accept that his son should be praised after his death. It felt like his son should die.

Although Gou'er is naughty, he is not a bad boy. Why should everyone be happy for him, Chen San?

He is not happy at all!

Seeing the man kneeling on the ground, the sorceress kept crying and saying 'no, no', but she couldn't say anything else, and couldn't help but feel a little upset.

"Don't cry, your son was chosen because you are so incompetent." The sorceress said impatiently: "Come on, close the door tonight, and don't open it to anyone who knocks, after tonight everything will be fine." Calm down, you have to learn to accept this matter, do more good deeds in the future, and accumulate virtue for yourself."

Village head Chen saw that the sorceress was unwilling to talk to Chen San, so he stretched out his hand to help him up, and said, "Chen San, listen to the sorceress, don't cry anymore, what does a big man look like crying."

Chen San shook his head, tears still couldn't stop flowing down.

Village Chief Chen sighed, and led Chen San out of the ancestral hall on the second floor: "Did you hear what the witch said just now? Close the door tonight, and no one who knocks on the door can open it, you understand?"

Originally thought that Chen San wouldn't listen to it, but when Village Chief Chen was about to repeat it, he heard someone speak.

"Why can't you knock on the door at night?"

Village head Chen turned his head and saw Nuo Ning and Yan Jingfeng standing in the courtyard on the first floor. The two looked up at Village head Chen and Chen San, who was crying so hard.

"Both of you haven't left yet?" Village Chief Chen greeted and said, "You see, we have funeral affairs in our village today, so we won't keep you two."

"No problem." Nuo Ning glanced at Chen San with a smile, and said, "I just heard some news, and I don't know if there is anything I can do to help you."

"No no."

Village head Chen asked Chen San to be helped away, and said to Nuo Ning, "I don't need to bother you about my own affairs."

Nuo Ning glanced at Chen San who was passing by her, then turned her gaze back and said, "To be honest, my apprentice and I would like to continue staying with you tonight. I don't know if it's convenient."

Village head Chen wondered: "Huh?"

Nuo Ning smiled and said: "I overslept, and I just plan to rest for two days, so I want to continue to live with you, and the money will be paid as usual. I hope the village chief can make it easier."

Village head Chen said: "You two are being polite. We didn't intend to take money from you at first, but you have also seen that someone died in the village. I'm afraid you will be jealous."

Nuo Ning said: "It's okay, you are busy with your work, and we are busy with ours."

Village head Chen thought for a while, since no one felt taboo anymore, what else did he care about, so he nodded and agreed.

"Alright then." Village Chief Chen said, "But the village is busy today, so we can't entertain you two."

"It doesn't matter," Nuo Ning nodded and said to Yan Jingfeng: "My disciple will also cook lunch and dinner."

Yan Jingfeng: "..."

Now that he decided to continue to live, Village Chief Chen sent someone to deliver half a tank of clean water. The others would have to work all day, put down their things and left.

Watching the people in the village leave, Nuo Ning glanced back at Yan Jingfeng and raised her chin slightly.

Yan Jingfeng: "...Master, what would you like to have for lunch today?"

Nuo Ning found a wooden stool in the yard and sat down, and said leisurely, "Whatever you make, I will eat as a teacher."

Yan Jingfeng didn't make things too complicated for lunch. They traveled lightly when they went out. Even if they brought a universe bag that could hold everything, it was impossible to bring all the pots, pans, oil, salt and sauces. Naturally, they could only use local materials.

Fortunately, the autumn harvest is approaching, and it is not difficult to pick the required ingredients for the fragrance of melons and fruits.

Yan Jingfeng borrowed a pot and some condiments, picked a pumpkin from the back of the village, and picked some chestnuts. She held the pumpkin and chestnuts and looked at the chickens of the farmer next door. After thinking about it, she grabbed one and gave it to the farmer. Some silver taels.

Clean the chicken, remove the flesh of the pumpkin and cut into pieces, and peel the chestnuts.

After the onion and ginger are fragrant, pour half of the chopped chicken into it, stir fry a few times and scoop up a spoonful of water, let it suffocate before the chicken is covered.

The remaining half of the chicken was not idle, Yan Jingfeng marinated it at the beginning, now stuffed all the seasonings in, brushed a layer of oil on it, wrapped it in lotus leaves and wrapped it in salt mixed The mud is thrown directly into the fire to roast.

The pumpkin and chestnuts were chopped and thrown into the pot. With the sound of "gudong gudong", a sweet smell wafted over.

Nuo Ning was sitting on a chair at the moment, fiddling with Yan Jingfeng's Qiankun bag, only to see that the original golden bag was stitched and mended, which looked rather shabby.

"Have you been using this bag for a long time?"

Nuo Ning touched the dense stitches on it, feeling Yan Jingfeng's spiritual power flowing on it, she raised her head and said, "Why don't you tell me, I'll just buy another one for you."

The Qiankun bag is almost a must-have item for the fairy family. Although the bag is small, it can hold everything, and the price varies according to the price.

But even the cheapest Qiankun bag is worth a hundred taels of silver. If it is not rich like Rong Yuanjie, it can only be presented by the master. Yan Jingfeng's Qiankun bag was given to her by Nuo Ning many years ago.

Yan Jingfeng looked back, she had just taken something from the Qiankun bag, and she hadn't had time to take it back yet.

"The bag is still usable, why change it?"

Yan Jingfeng turned her head and continued to stir-fry the dishes in the pot, and said casually: "After getting used to it, I still think the one given by Master is the best."

Nuo Ning picked it up and looked at it. She remembered that this was when she was just getting started, and she saw Yan Jingfeng running to the Jingge every day, and every time she went in empty-handed, and came back with a large stack of books.

Jingge closed on time, but she still wanted to study.

At that time, Nuo Ning spent more than 100 taels of silver to buy this universe bag for her, thinking that she is a skinny girl who must be very tired if she always holds a large stack of books.

Nuo Ning still remembered that when she put the universe bag on Yan Jingfeng's stack of books, she looked up at herself.

Yan Jingfeng seemed to want to say something at that time, but she didn't say anything in the end, but said to Nuo Ning with red eyes: [Thank you, Master. 】

From then on, Yan Jingfeng carried this universe bag with her wherever she went, so many years have passed in a flash.

It stands to reason that now with Yan Jingfeng's ability, she can get a lot of money by going down the mountain to eliminate demons. It's too thrifty to use this Qiankun bag after it's broken like this.

"I'll buy another one for you as a teacher when we arrive at the Chiyang Sect." Nuo Ning put down the bag and said to Yan Jingfeng: "This bag is too broken, if something breaks and falls out one day, it will be very troublesome to clean it up. "

Yan Jingfeng pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you, Master, but this bag is easy for me to use, and it's not broken yet, so I don't want to change it."

Nuo Ning doesn't care, anyway, the bag is not for her own use: "It's up to you."

Yan Jingfeng put the lid on the pot, leaned in front of Nuo Ning and asked, "Master, can you tell me now why we have to stay in this village for another night?"

Nuo Ning sat on the chair and said happily: "You will know in the evening."

At noon, I ate the pumpkin and chestnut chicken made by Yan Jingfeng. The sweet taste was very suitable for Nuo Ning's taste. In the evening, I ate the remaining half beggar chicken, and cooked a pot of salty porridge with the unfinished rice at noon. Ning also likes it very much.

I have to say that the food cooked by my apprentice is getting better and better.

After nightfall, the villagers who had been busy all day were ready to go back to rest, and the whole village fell silent after dinner.

Nuo Ning glanced at the sky and felt that it was almost time, so she picked up the old oil lamp on the table, only to see her holding the oil lamp in one hand, covering the flame of the oil lamp with the other hand, and slowly closing her eyes.

The spiritual power flowed, and a transparent white snow lotus bloomed on the oil lamp. I saw it blooming slowly, and the originally weak lamp bean also turned into a silver flame.

Nuo Ning opened her eyes, looking quite satisfied with the soul lamp in her hand.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed with a soul-inducing lamp, looked up at Yan Jingfeng standing next to her and said, "It's time to work."

Yan Jingfeng looked at her wonderingly: "What should we do?"

Nuo Ning pointed to Chen San's house opposite the window, and said, "Did you see the white lantern hanging in front of his house?"

Yan Jingfeng looked at her hand, nodded and said, "I see."

Nuo Ning said: "Go and steal it back for the teacher."

Yan Jingfeng: "...???"

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