wicked immortal

"Well, I found a spar of Yangshan Leopard in the book." Zhao Yuan snorted coldly.

"what……"

"There is also a copy of "The Enemy of Thousands of People" that every cultivator has."

"Ahem...Brother Yuan, don't be angry, Ling'er will make it up to you, or else, I'll give you that 'little black sword'."

"I don't have aura, why do I need that sword?"

"Brother Yuan, we agreed not to be angry. Linger will pay you for it. You are a man, and you can't see women like women. Although the little ink-colored sword is not as good as the Ice Sword, it is still a good thing. It is priceless. Even if Ling'er compensates you. Besides, it's better than your dagger, and it's still very convenient to kill rabbits."

"Ok."

"Hehe, I knew Brother Yuan was a good person. Brother Yuan, why don't we dig out that little black sword tonight?" Wan Ling'er jumped up when she saw that Zhao Yuan's dull expression was a little loose.

"You can go alone." Zhao Yuan frowned.

"I want to go with Brother Yuan. Brother Yuan is my great nobleman. After getting to know Brother Yuan, hehe..." Wan Linger covered her mouth and giggled.

"...Well, today should be almost the same. Half a month has passed, and the Chinese New Year is coming again. Those people should not be searching in Xiaoyang Mountain anymore. However, don't expect too much, the snow that fell from the avalanche , there are thousands of tons if not tons, it is not easy to find your little sword." Seeing that no one in the bookstore noticed him, Zhao Yuan lowered his voice.

"Yeah, I understand. You have to look for it first. If you really can't find it, you can only look for it when the spring is warm and the snow melts." Wan Ling'er nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, just come and find me tonight."

"Uh-huh."

"I have to go."

"Together, I'm leaving too."

Wan Linger held a book in her hand, and followed Zhao Yuan bouncingly.Zhao Yuan had no choice but to pretend that he didn't know her, and walked ahead with his head buried.

"Hey, the list is up! Is there anything new?"

The two walked out of the bookstore, and when they passed a fence, a large group of people gathered in front of the fence, gesticulating, and vaguely saw that someone was pasting a piece of paper on the wall.

"Go and see!"

Zhao Yuan turned a deaf ear and rushed forward, but Wan Ling'er grabbed his arm.On this street, afraid of attracting others' attention, Zhao Yuan had no choice but to follow Wan Ling'er into the crowd in a muffled voice.

I saw two people who looked like Taoists posting a portrait. The portrait was a hulking, ragged uncle with ferocious eyes. On the top of the portrait, there were three big characters "Wicked List", and below it were some small characters.

The main meaning of those small characters is to offer a reward of Wandi coins to capture the perpetrators who ambushed Hua Yunzong disciples and set fire to the mountain. Behind it, there are missing person notices related to Ma Silong and Sun Hailong.

After watching for a while, the two squeezed out of the crowd.

Zhao Yuan couldn't see any expression on his face, but Wan Ling'er wanted to laugh but didn't dare, her face was flushed red.

"The villain list...is that a picture of you? You actually made it to the villain list...I laughed to death...haha..." The two walked into an alley, Wan Linger finally couldn't help it, and burst out laughing .

Zhao Yuan didn't bother to pay attention.

"Except that the clothes are a bit like when I saw them that day, and the person is too ugly, Brother Yuan is still quite handsome, hehe."

"You just scream, so that everyone in the world will know that it was you, Wan Ling'er, who killed Hua Yunzong's disciples, and then, Huayunzong's army went to Xujiaqiao and killed your Wanjia to the ground." Zhao Yuan Standing still, he looked at Wan Ling'er coldly.

"Ah..." Wan Ling'er looked at Zhao Yuan dumbfounded as if someone had strangled her neck.

"This matter is related to the life and death of your family, so don't mention it again in the future!"

"Don't mention it, never mention it again." Wan Ling'er nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Don't follow me, I'm just a servant, you are Miss Qianjin from the Wan family, following me will only attract others' attention."

"Hmm...what's the big deal, hum!"

Seeing Zhao Yuan disappear, Wan Ling'er, who was out of her wits, came to her senses, kicked hard, spat in the direction of Zhao Yuan's back, and then went home.

That night, Zhao Yuan did not wait for Wan Ling'er, because Chen, who had gone to her natal family, suddenly returned home.

Mrs. Chen went home at sunset. After returning home, she immediately rushed to the east courtyard. Everyone in the east courtyard worked overtime to prepare the porridge.

Tomorrow is neither the first day nor the fifteenth, but the thirteenth, and there are still seventeen days before the new year.

Chen's decision made everyone confused, because for decades, Wan's family gave porridge on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year unless there was a happy event in the family.

The amount of flour and porridge prepared this time also exceeded the historical record. There were several large vats for the flour fermented by steamed buns. In order to speed up the fermentation, a fire was burned around it.As for gruel, I used up all the utensils to make porridge, so it is impossible to estimate.

The east courtyard of the Wanjia was brightly lit all night, and the kitchen was bustling with activity. Zhao Yuan was always helping Guo with the axe.

Everyone was busy talking about it, but they couldn't find the reason.

In the middle of the night, Mrs. Chen rushed to the east courtyard again and ordered some cheap winter clothes to be moved out of the east courtyard and placed behind the gate of the west courtyard. Zhao Yuan helped carry the winter clothes.

In the west courtyard, Zhao Yuan met Xu San whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Xu San looked rosy and radiant, and seemed to be having a good time.In fact, Xu San was indeed doing well. The Yangshan leopard skin was sold for [-] imperial coins, which greatly improved his financial situation.

For a family like Xu San, 2 imperial currency is a huge sum of money, and his annual salary is only more than [-] imperial currency.

When Xu San saw Zhao Yuan, he was very affectionate, asking questions, asking about his health, and Zhao Yuan also took the opportunity to ask Chen why he suddenly gave porridge.

It turned out that Mrs. Chen saw many hungry people on the way to Tongcheng, and when she returned home, she saw groups of hungry people gathered together, so Mrs. Chen immediately decided to give porridge.

Vaguely, Zhao Yuan felt something was wrong.

According to Zhao Yuan’s understanding, Wan’s family has given out porridge for decades. For the first time ever.

If there is no other reason, Chen will definitely not give porridge suddenly.

Usually, everyone has some fixed living habits, and the more time passes, the harder it is to change the habits.For example, if you stay in bed in the morning, there must be a little left in the bowl when you eat.To change these habits, there must be irresistible factors.For example, a person who is used to going to bed early suddenly wakes up early must have important things to do; he must get up early; a person who has leftovers in the bowl must be extremely hungry.

As for Chen's charitable purpose, Zhao Yuan didn't think so.

Most of the kindness for the purpose of charity has a motive, especially for a big family like Wanjia, most of them are to gain some good reputation and establish a wide range of contacts in the local area.

Undoubtedly, judging from the business run by Wanjia, Wanjia's charity in Xujiaqiao is not just for charity.

True charity is teaching a man to fish, not giving him a fish.Or to solve other people's emergencies, such as medical treatment, etc., and Wanjia fixedly give porridge on the first and fifteenth day of the new year, which has become a routine and cannot solve those emergencies.

Of course, Chen's love cannot be denied, after all, some people are not even willing to put on a show, and Wanjia's porridge has a history of decades, which is real money.

The west courtyard was also very busy, with some servants coming in and out, and many people who looked like shopkeepers appeared. Those people should be the shopkeepers of the shops outside the west courtyard.

Five hours before dawn, Zhao Yuan had nothing to do in the east courtyard, so Zhu Dapao asked him to sleep for a while.

After just sleeping for a while, Zhao Yuan was called up to help. Looking at the sky, it was very bright, and he slept for more than three hours at most.

When Zhao Yuan rushed to the kitchen after washing, his expression was dull.

The steamed buns in the kitchen are packed in baskets of dried goods, piled up like a mountain, and they look spectacular, at least twice the size of the last time the porridge was served, and the steamer is still steaming non-stop.

The kitchen is still very busy. Chefs Luo and Chef Lei are wearing short jackets kneading dough, sweating profusely; Mrs. Luo and Mrs. Lei are steaming steamed buns in a hurry; , an iron ax danced up and down in the air at a jaw-dropping speed...