I climb the fairy ladder by farming

The village head stared at the two strange people in front of him with a serious face, and warned: "I will not force you to ask why you are pretending to be refugees. I just told you in advance that I only allow you to stay in the village for three days. You must leave. Do not cause any damage to the village during this period, otherwise... you will bear the consequences."

Yan Shaoting had never been angered like this, let alone the one who flirted with him was a mortal who had never practiced before.

His expression changed immediately, and the atmosphere was dull and oppressive.

Seeing that he was about to get angry, Yi Lanshan quickly pressed his hand on the sword, her eyes hinted at warning, signaling him not to be impulsive.

Yan Shaoting still respected his chief senior sister, his expression softened instantly, but he still looked impatient.

The village head had a keen mind, and had noticed their movements long ago, and snorted dissatisfiedly.

If it weren't for the honesty and kindness of the people in the village, they would not even let them enter the village.Look at their gorgeous costumes, swords around their waists, and extraordinary conversation, how can they be people who are fleeing?Make up a lie and don't know how to pretend.

Yi Lanshan apologized to the village chief: "Sorry, my little brother is not sensible, we will abide by the rules and never cause trouble in the village."

"Just, can I trouble the village chief to find us a place where we can stay for three days?"

"There are no..." idle houses in the village.

Before he finished speaking, someone outside the house knocked on the door.

"Who is it!"

"The village head, it's me. I'm here to pick up the basket and go to the field to help Third Aunt Huo break the buds."

Third Aunt Huo is the wife of the village chief. The village chief has an old injury on his waist and cannot work, so Zhang Zheng helps Third Aunt Huo with more farm work.

The village chief's cold face melted like ice and snow, he smiled kindly, and his face was huddled into a pile of creases. He got up and went to open the door, while responding: "Oh, it's really hard work, girl, uncle will come to open the door."

Seeing the village chief's face changing faster than the sky, Yan Shaoting scolded softly: "This old guy is too discriminating." It's not a good face for them.

The old wooden door was opened inward, with a creaking sound, and Zhang Zheng greeted with a smile: "The village chief looks pretty good today."

The village head waved his hand and said, "Don't mention it, I just got rosy from being angry today."

"Come in quickly."

The village chief greeted him, turned around and walked into the room.

Zhang Zheng's smiling eyebrows suddenly froze when they touched the two people standing upright in the room.

Yan Shaoting had never seen Zhang Zheng before, but Yi Lanshan was familiar with him, his eyes met, his eyes fluctuated, and his expression was shocked.

"Come in and have a cup of soy milk. Your aunt cooked it specially in the morning. It's in the kitchen pot. I'll heat it up for you."

The village chief waved at her, and before going to the kitchen, he turned his head and added, "These two guys are the ones that your second uncle Jin said were fleeing. You ignore them. I'll be back in a while."

Zhang Zheng nodded in a daze, and when he realized it, he quickly pushed Huo Miaomiao, who was poking behind his back, urging her to leave quickly.

Turning around and closing the door, Zhang Zheng walked up to Yi Lanshan and the two of them in a few steps, cupped his hands and said, "Friend Yi Daoist."

Only then did Yi Lanshan's concealed suspicion completely melt away, she lowered her voice and laughed, "You really are fellow Daoist Zhang, to meet you here is considered to be a fateful meeting."

Zhang Zheng smiled back, "I don't know if you can tell me conveniently, why do you pretend to be a refugee outside the village? If there is any difficulty, I will do my best to help."

"Then thank you fellow daoist Zhang. It's not convenient to talk here, and I will discuss it with fellow daoist later."

Watching the two chatting and laughing, Yan Shaoting was at a loss, "Senior sister, do you know this fellow Daoist Zhang? Why are you in this village? You have such a good relationship with that old guy?"

"Zhang Daoyou's surname is Zhang Mingzheng, and he is a disciple of Wanxuanmen."

Yi Lanshan turned to Zhang Zheng again, and introduced Yan Shaoting to her, "This is my fellow apprentice, surnamed Yan, named Shaoting."

Zhang Zheng hooked the corners of his mouth, cupped his hands and said, "Zhang Zheng of Wanxuanmen met Yan Daoyou, and I came here by chance, and I am lucky to stay in the village for the time being."

"Ouch, soy milk is here."

Accompanied by shouts, the footsteps of the village chief came closer and closer from the kitchen.

Zhang Zheng hurriedly said in a low voice: "I would like to trouble the two fellow daoists not to reveal my identity. Zhang Zheng would like to thank the two fellow daoists in advance."

As soon as the words were finished, the village head walked into the main room with a bowl of steaming soy milk.

"Come here, Miss Zhang, try it. Your aunt's soy milk is so mellow and fragrant. It's not too hot. I haven't heated it for too long. The temperature is just right."

There was only one bowl of soy milk, and it was obvious that they didn't want to lose their share. The two looked at each other, revealing a bit of bitterness inexplicably.

Zhang Zheng hurried forward, took the porcelain bowl with both hands, took a sip, raised his head and praised with a smile: "The soy milk my aunt boiled is really fragrant, smooth and mellow, with a pure fragrance of beans."

Watching Zhang Zheng pour all the soy milk into his stomach after a few sips, the village chief was quite pleased with it, and said proudly, "It's good if you like it, and you can eat at home when you come back after breaking the corn. I'll make a pot for you to go back home and drink hot with your husband tomorrow morning, but your aunt has cooked a big pot, and we can't finish drinking it."

"Thank you, village chief, that Zhang Zheng is not welcome."

Then Zhang Zheng asked curiously: "Village chief, are they the refugees that Uncle Jin mentioned?"

The village head glanced at the two people who were standing proudly at the side, and said coldly: "Heh... do they look like they are fleeing? Just two passers-by, staying in the village for three days."

"Housing?" Zhang Zheng thought about it for a while, and said distressedly: "I'm afraid there is no room in the village to take them in, why don't we let them sleep in private schools at night."

There is no free space, but if anyone thinks about it, no one can spare a bed, but the village chief is obviously unwilling to let them live in the villagers' house.

Behind the private school is the residence of the husband, and Zhang Zheng lived with him together, occasionally sorting out the books and copying them until late at night and early in the morning, and then directly covered the prepared bedding in the private school for the night.

The private school has desk seats, and the quilts and mattresses that the husband left there for temporary use, so it is a good place to go.

Let them sleep at night, and let them go when the children go to school during the day.

After all, it is the month of twilight and the cold weather is gradually rising. It is really not humane to ask them to suffer from the cold outside.

The village head thought for a while, and agreed: "Alright, let's do it this way. You can walk around the village during the day, and go back to your private school at night."

Zhang Zheng gave Yi Lanshan a look, signaling goodbye tonight, then picked up his backpack, greeted the village chief, and left straight away.

At night, Zhang Zheng put a large pot of soy milk in a cool place. It was the cool autumn season, so he didn't worry about the soy milk spoiling.

The husband was holding a book and reading it intently. When Zhang Zheng came back, he put down the book temporarily and said, "I'm back, the village chief should tell you the time."

Recalling what the village head said during dinner, Zhang Zheng replied: "The village head has already told me that the time will be after March, the winter solstice."

"The arrival of the cathode, the arrival of the yang, the south solstice of the sun, and the winter solstice is a good time."

Mr. Fu picked up the book again and read it carefully. Zhang Zheng quietly left the room and turned to go to the private school.

"Zhang Daoyou."

Yan Shaoting greeted him uninterestedly, laying down on a desk, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Zhang Zheng looked at Yi Lanshan and asked curiously, "What's the matter, Fellow Daoist Yan?"

Yi Lanshan glanced at him, her phoenix eyes were full of helplessness.

"It's nothing, it's just that your self-esteem has been damaged. After you left today, we wandered around the village casually. When we met a few children who said that his sword spike was ugly, he quarreled with the children. He couldn't help but wanted to do it, but he was beaten again." I stopped and was scolded by children all the way, and now I am feeling sad alone."

Zhang Zheng choked, "Uh, it's really bad for the children. Tomorrow I'll ask my husband to educate them well." You can't scold them ugly in front of people because they are not good-looking.

Yi Lanshan changed the subject and asked about the situation of the village, "Isn't this village really an illusion?"