My plug-in is a fairy grass

Chapter 43 Three Questions
Yang Zhen came to Stone Space again.

The third time he came in, he was already familiar with the road, and immediately set his sights in Xiaocao's direction.

The grass looked the same as yesterday, that is, it was greener.But beside her, there were five more discarded spirit drops, and the water in the small pit was gone.

Don't eat less!Yang Zhen murmured to herself, this little guy eats very irregularly, isn't he afraid of stomach problems after a full meal and a day off?
After Yang Zhen vomited, she refilled the puddle with the cup she brought in.At this time, he had noticed that there was no thin line in his right hand.

From this point of view, it should be the soul that comes in.But the feeling of this touch is too real.By the way, should I bring a knife in next time and try to bleed myself?

Yang Zhen, who was born in a science and technology dog, has a tendency to become Doctor Strange.

Looking at the remaining water in the glass, he frowned and drank the water.

A cool feeling went down the throat and into the stomach.

Can this... soul body drink water?He couldn't understand more and more.

Since you can't figure it out, just throw it aside.

Yang Zhen sat next to Xiaocao and teased the immobile little thing.Although the grass that has absorbed the nine spiritual drops is still very slender, it no longer feels so weak.

Yang Zhen couldn't help flicking her again.

"Bah!" He gasped, a kind of electric shock-like numbness came from his fingers, and at the same time came the anger of a little life.

This is much better than yesterday!In another two days, he might be able to electrocute himself to death.

Yang Zhen knelt down immediately, put the grass in her palm, and touched it lightly.

The little guy seemed to be very happy with this, and after a while, a happy mood came.

What an irresistible little fried hair!Yang Zhen relaxed her mind and slowly talked about today's experience.

"Did you give me that warm feeling? If it weren't for the warm current, I couldn't bear it..."

"That thing is called a spirit stone, and it is hundreds of times stronger than this spirit drop. If I give you one, you should be able to use it for a long time, right?"

"Tell me, will Mammy give me a few spirit stones? My hard-working performance..."

"..."

Xiaocao lay quietly, without any reaction.

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"Mr. Yang Xiaolang, madam is here to invite you."

After breakfast, Caiyun brought Madam's order.

Yang Zhen agreed, threw aside the silk thread she had untied from her leg in the morning, and left the room.

"Sister Caiyun, why did I ask you to come here today!"

Caiyun covered her mouth and smiled: "It's not Miss Yue'er, I didn't hear the story last night, and I have been unhappy. It happened that my wife called you, so she urged me to come."

Do you want to tell a story early in the morning?Yang Zhen also smiled.

When Yang Zhen followed Caiyun into the hall, there were still the same people present: Madame, Nanny and Yue'er.

Madam was dressed in home clothes and looked at Yang Zhen with a peaceful expression.

Cai Yan at the side took a step forward and spoke for Madam:
"Young Master Yang, Madam said that you are innocent and you are the heir of a cultivator. If you enter my Zhao family, Madam will treat you well without any reason. Now Madam wants to ask you a few questions. You may be truthful. Reply?"

Yang Zhen straightened her body, bowed her hands, and her expression became serious: "Madam, please ask me."

"First: Are you voluntarily joining my Zhao family to be the adopted son of my wife?"

Yang Zhen was a little surprised: "Yes!"

According to what the nanny said in Daguanlou that day, when an orphan like him joins a wealthy family like the Zhao family, it is usually arranged to be a foster son for a clansman of low birth.People who are of high status in the Zhao family like Mrs. usually don't accept any adopted sons.Putting him under Madam's name now is obviously Madam's own intention, and it's a way of valuing him.

By the way, in the country of Xu, adoptive sons only represent a relationship of dependence, and there is absolutely no right of inheritance.Those who have this right are called adopted sons, and those who are truly raised as sons.

Even so, Yang Zhen has the title of wife and adopted son, and her status will be higher than that of many servants in the mansion.For example, Uncle Wu, who was in charge of the concierge before, had to bow his hands and salute when he saw Yang Zhen in the future.

Caiyan continued: "Second question, do you have your own name and know your date of birth?"

Yang Zhen: "I don't remember the date of birth. The name... I vaguely remember the name Yang Zhen, but I'm not sure."

"Yang Zhen..." Madam pondered for a moment: "This name is very good, you will be called Yang Zhen from now on."

"As for the date of birth..." She looked at Caiyan: "Show Mr. Yang the letter you sorted out."

At this time, her title has not been decided yet, so she still calls him Mr. Yang.

Caiyan took out a letter from the desk and handed it to Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen opened it and saw that it was packed in Jin's room yesterday. At that time, she found some old things and put them into the mother's storage bag.This letter was written to the Jin family by Yang Zhen's father four years ago when he was preparing for the examination in Beijing.Among them, it is mentioned that "my son" will be five years old in the twelfth lunar month, and he can be taught to enlighten him.

"According to this letter, you should have been born in the twelfth lunar month of the Jiayin year. You are less than nine years old now, and your false age is ten years old."

"Oh, it's the same age as me!" Hearing that, Yue'er clapped her hands and shouted, "I'm from the third day of the twelfth lunar month. You must be younger than me. Call me sister!"

Nobody paid any attention to this little guy.The mother said from the side: "If you want to calculate all your birthday horoscopes, you need to know at least a little celestial art. We don't have anyone who is good at this here. So, let's record your age according to the first day of the twelfth lunar month!"

Yue'er suddenly became unhappy: "No! Why is he older than me! You are all older than me, I don't want older brothers and sisters, I want a younger brother!"

Madam was a little ashamed and annoyed by these words, she yelled softly: "Yue'er, don't be rude! Mr. Yang is a prudent man and has extraordinary knowledge, why can't he be your elder brother?"

Yue'er was even more upset when her own mother's elbow turned outward. She curled her lips: "Mother, you are biased, how can he be stable? I want to fight with him, whoever wins will be my sister."

Even if I win, I can't be my sister!Yang Zhen secretly laughed.This little girl is quite competitive.fight?Who can the flowers in her greenhouse beat?

"No nonsense!" Madam scolded, her expression stern.That Yue'er looked at her mother, turned her head to one side and stopped talking.

Seeing that the hall became quiet again, Caiyan continued, "The third question, what request do you have?"

"One thing, are my biological mother's ashes still in the county, and when can I get them back?" This is something Yang Zhen only remembered after returning home yesterday, which made him feel a little guilty, so he just asked at this moment.

"The county temple needs to close the case..." Mammy thought for a while and said, "I can urge them, it should be fine tomorrow."

"So, tomorrow I will accompany you to the county temple and take out your biological mother's ashes. According to the rules of my Xu country, if you are underage, you have fulfilled your duty as a son of a son if you stay at home for three days. After that, Madam Adopt you as a adopted son, so you will be a member of my Zhao family."

"However, these days, we will not treat you as an outsider. We will ask Caiyan to arrange a new room for you later, and you will also follow her orders when you are in the mansion."

Mammy arranged things in a few words.

After asking these three questions, Yang Zhen passed the final "interview" of the Zhao Mansion.After dealing with Jin's affairs in a few days, he can officially "join the job".

"Okay, the following is the income from yesterday's trip. Nanny will not take advantage of your junior. I will also listen to your opinion on how to distribute it."

It turns out that I really have my own!

Thinking of the little seedling in the space who loves to eat spirit drops, Yang Zhen cheered up: How many spirit stones can I get?

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