On the day of the divorce, his fiancé was happy to be a father

Chapter 129
He knew that his wife was strong, but his wife's white and tender hands didn't even have a callus, and they didn't look like they could draw a bow.

It's not easy to get a man to laugh and joke with her, Gu Chaoyang couldn't help but feel more relaxed when he saw the man's relaxed appearance.

"When the time comes, let Xianggong see if I can pull the bow. If Xianggong is not convinced, he can compare with me."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and shook it in front of the man.

Bai Shengsheng's hand shook people's eyes.

"Okay."

Shan Mingfeng agreed with a smile, turned her head and glanced at the jar of spirits she had just given to the wounded.

"Spirits are not suitable for cleaning wounds. Anyway, it's fine now. I'm wondering if I can make a distiller."

"Ah?" Gu Chaoyang was really excited, she just didn't know how to do this, and her man would still do this.

Shan Mingfeng once again said surprisingly, "Make another waterwheel, and then the water on the mountain will be convenient."

"Okay, this is great."

The surprise the man gave him was too great, Gu Chaoyang almost stood up in excitement.

At any rate, he had to take care of the child in his belly so that he could sit steadily.

"Don't wait, let's go and see where the terrain goes."

Gu Chaoyang's eyes are shining, the still is important, and the waterwheel is also important, they are all things that must be used.

"The sun is bright, so we will go later when it cools down.

Go back to the study to spend the drawings, go back. "

When they were all on the road, Gu Chaoyang suddenly asked an important question.

She almost spit out and asked the man, how did he know about the distiller?

Waterwheels are nothing more than waterwheels. There are waterwheels in many places in the south.

However, it is also a big problem to send water from the bottom to the mountain.

Gu Chaoyang didn't know if the person at this time had figured it out, so she couldn't ask Shan Mingfeng.

Wait, wait until he draws the blueprint to be sure, right?

She didn't know either, it was precisely because she showed natural surprise and didn't ask any more questions, Shan Mingfeng also became certain of something in her heart.

At this time, the two were testing each other.

In the study, Gu Chaoyang sat by the side and watched the appearance of the alembic appear on the paper in the man's strokes.

It was different from the one they used to distill their own wine, and it was similar to the stills she had seen before.

After Gu Chaoyang carefully read the blueprint, he raised his head and met the man's eyes.

"Chaoyang." The man called her name.

"Ah."

"This, do you recognize it?" Shan Mingfeng asked tentatively.

"Alembic." Gu Chaoyang replied softly.

"It would be more suitable if there was glass." Shan Mingfeng said again.

This time it was Gu Chaoyang who asked him, "Can my husband know how to make glass?"

"As long as you have the materials." Shan Mingfeng also replied softly, with an understatement as before.

For a while, both fell silent.

She shared the bed with a modern person for several months, but she didn't know it.

He should have thought earlier that she was different.

It's just that she seems to be different.

The two sat and drank tea, and only looked at each other again when the tea ran out.

"What year?" Shan Mingfeng spoke first.

This question is still a bit difficult for Gu Chaoyang, the end of the world.

Just when Gu Chaoyang frowned and thought, the man said again, "I am 17 years old, and I was just born when I came here."

He said it first, so she can have less worries, right?

"I, a few years later, was washed ashore when I came here."

After 17 years, the end times came.

What Gu Chaoyang was thinking about was whether to tell him about the end of the world now.

A lie needs countless lies to be fulfilled. Shan Mingfeng is her pillow person, and there will always be a day when the paper can't contain the fire.

In the past, Gu Chaoyang would never tell him about the end times, let alone reveal her secrets.

Now it is because she knows that Shan Mingfeng is from the same world as her, and she has an inexplicable sense of belonging, so she feels that it doesn't matter even if she tells him.

Seeing his little wife's hesitation to speak, Shan Mingfeng waited for her quietly.

"The end of the world, have you heard of it?"

Gu Chaoyang looked at the man, and asked tentatively, as a modern person, he should have watched some disaster movies, right?
This question was indeed asked by Shan Mingfeng. He was not sure what kind of situation his wife was talking about in the last days.

"You said."

He felt that it was better for his wife to explain more clearly.

"In the winter of 17, it was snowing, but it changed overnight. The sun was shining brightly, and it was hotter than summer."

While talking, Gu Chaoyang looked at the man's expression and saw that he was frowning tightly, making sure that he hadn't experienced it before.

Sure enough, the man said softly, "I died suddenly in summer."

He was very busy during that time, and he could only sleep for three or four hours a day. The scientific research he was in charge of had no results yet, so he came here.

The little wife seemed to be comforting him, "It's good or bad, it's better than having experienced the end of the world."

After a pause, Gu Chaoyang continued to talk about the situation in the last days.

After that, she quietly waited for the man to accept and digest what she said, and then reached out to interlock his fingers.

A trace of supernatural power spread from the man's palm to his meridians to all limbs.

"You used this on me."

Shan Mingfeng is not stupid, nor is he too old to forget.

The last time she was on Zhuangzi, she felt like this when she massaged herself.

"Well, look."

As Gu Chaoyang finished speaking, she raised her other hand, and strands of blood-red threads emerged from her fingertips.

It was the body of Cuscuta, slowly drifting towards the man.

The shock in Shan Mingfeng's heart is indescribable, it's one thing to hear the little wife tell it, but another thing to see it with her own eyes.

She said she possessed supernatural powers, she said she mutated into a plant, she said she could control plants.

All these sounded false, but now that he saw the wisps of vines protruding from his wife's fingertips with his own eyes, the shock in his heart was different.

His little wife not only came from another world like him.

His little wife still has supernatural powers, she is a plant!
Shan Mingfeng stretched out a finger, and touched the vine carefully, and then those blood-red threads wrapped around his finger, still moving.

At this time, Shan Mingfeng's mind was full of strange things, but she was not afraid.

"Hide it well, don't be seen by others."

Hearing the man's advice, Gu Chaoyang's heart was settled.

"I know."

Smiling again, Gu Chaoyang said to him again, "The clansmen I told you before respect me as a saint, so they know my secret.

It's just that they mistakenly thought that I was the messenger of the mountain god, the saint who came to protect them. "

"Well, that's fine. Let them think you are a saint. If you have faith, they will respect you."

In this way, she is safe.

(End of this chapter)