Please, marry a white snake wife. It’s super cool.

Now, even a fool can see that Bengbeng is different. Yunyun and Su Liyan have already guessed what Yunyun said.

After Su Liyan and others returned to their hometown, Su Liyan saw that the old furnishings at home were indeed several levels different from those used in the Zhao Mansion in Taining City.

Dad doesn't know where he is.

Su Liyan's father is hoeing and leveling the land in the field.

Someone in the distance shouted loudly: "Li Yan's father, your daughter is back. She has already arrived at the end of the village."

Su Liyan's father was hammering the farm tools, covering his forehead with his hands to avoid the glare of the sun, and looked at the person on the ground who was speaking, Aunt Li.

When Su Liyan's father heard that his daughter and mother-in-law were back, he was very happy and rushed home with his farm tools.

Regardless of whether Su Liyan and his wife are half-demon tribe, their daughter is already very proud of herself.

A few days ago, someone in the village came back from Taining City and spread the word that his son-in-law is now the prefect of Dongchang, and the current magistrate of Taining City is his son.

Among all the villagers in Changliu Village, who doesn't know that the Su family has talented people, and who doesn't envy Su Liyan's father for giving birth to a pair of good children.

"Li Yan's father, why are you still staying in the village? Why don't you go to the city to enjoy yourself?"

"If my dog ​​can catch up to one-tenth of your child, that will be a big deal!"

On weekdays, when Su Liyan's father heard these words, he would smile so much that his mouth reached to his ears, and he would be busy saying "No way, no way...".

When Su Liyan's father was in the village, he walked proudly and proudly. Not to mention the neighbors and the village chief, even an old yellow dog on the roadside would nod and bow when he saw Su Liyan's father.

The only bad thing is that the children have many things to do, so they can't get away from home, and they don't go back to the village often.

Su Liyan's father is now at home alone. Without the child, his mother is still at home to take care of him. He has learned how to make a fire and cook.

When Su Liyan's father was alone at home, there was no one to take care of him. Only then did he realize how difficult it was to cook, wash and dry clothes.

Fortunately, the ground at home is rammed earth. If there is a floor, wooden boards, etc., I might as well squat down and mop the floor.

Even though these housework may sound inconspicuous, you still need to be busy all day long.

Su Liyan's father saw that his locked door was opened, and he knew that someone in his family had entered the house.

As soon as Su Liyan's father entered the door, he put down the wooden rake in his hand and used an old-fashioned water pumping tool in the courtyard to scoop water in. As the pressure was lifted up and down, a steady stream of water was pumped up.

Su Liyan's father leaned over and took a few sips of cold water, which was very satisfying.

After drawing another full bucket of water, Su Liyan's father put his hand into the bucket without even bothering to find a basin. His black hands stirred in the bucket, and the clear water suddenly turned turbid.

He wiped his wet hands on a clean spot on the clothes he was wearing.

Su Liyan's father opened the door curtain and saw him jumping on the ground, babbling.

He was scattering the objects in the old house around, many of which he had never seen before in the Zhao Mansion. If he touched them with his little hands, he could even rub some dirt on them.

The ground inside the house is made of compacted soil and is uneven; there are also some farm tools at home, some of which are quite sharp.

Su Liyan and her mother jumped around, fearing that the baby would accidentally bump into her and hurt herself when she was still young.

As for what Benbeng wanted to touch and how much dirt they got on their bodies, Su Liyan and his wife didn't care.

Children should have more contact with nature or scratch the sand. Such children's immunity is still high.

They are not like the flowers in the greenhouse, which will sway around when there is a little wind or rain.

Su Liyan's father was surprised and happy to see the baby. The last time he saw the baby was during the full moon, but he didn't see him again in the next few months because of the autumn harvest.

Su Liyan's father picked up Bunbeng and said slowly: "Oh, this little fat guy is really not light. He is so small that he looks the same every day. After not seeing each other for several months, we can't even recognize that she is our granddaughter."

Su Liyan stood aside and said with a smile, "Dad, I'm back from work."

"Yeah, yeah, I went to dig the soil today. You haven't eaten yet. I'll heat it up for you in a minute." Su Liyan's father said.

Su Liyan's father didn't know that his daughter and mother-in-law were coming back today, and he didn't prepare any ingredients.

Only the leftover steamed buns and pickles that I had eaten before going to the fields were still on the table.

When I'm at home alone, and I'm busy with farming, I make do with whatever I have to do.

Farmers today are like this. How can they eat well when they are busy?

Especially in the summer, I get up before five o'clock and go to the fields. When it's almost nine o'clock, the sun comes out and the weather gets hot, I go home to have breakfast, and then I go to work in the fields again after four o'clock in the afternoon.

Even though Su Liyan's father didn't have any vegetables for his last meal, he only had pickles to make do with it, and that was the white flour steamed buns, which few families in the village could afford.

Su Liyan's father is not short of money. Every meal he eats is white flour steamed buns, and he is very satisfied.

When Su Liyan's father was a child, he didn't have much to eat, not to mention white flour steamed buns, or even corn flour.

What I eat the most is corn noodles mixed with peanut branches and leaves, and eaten with a few pancakes.

When Su Liyan Niang saw her man coming back, she started to get busy. She was washing the big pot and said: "We are all back, so why do we need you to heat up the food? We have brought a lot of food. We will heat it up in a while. Just eat together.”

Su Liyan said: "Mom, steam some more pickles. I'm really hungry for this bite. I'll turn on the bellows for you."

I often eat big fish, meat, and refined rice. When I get home, I really crave the old pickles in the pickling vat—pickled cucumbers, pickled mustard roots, pickled radish, and pickled potherb.

Su Liyan's father held Bengbeng with one hand and said, "Let's go to the pickling vat in the courtyard to get some and soak them in water for a while."

Su Liyan's father changed his mind and no longer pretended to be the boss at home like before.

Bengbeng was held by his grandfather with one hand, and his rough hand touched his tender calf. Bengbeng felt very uncomfortable and started to pick at his grandfather's beard, and grumbled: "It hurts!"

Su Liyan's father grabbed the pickles he had just taken out of the pickling vat with his other hand, and laughed with his granddaughter, "You know it hurts to pull your beard back."

Lu Yuanduan sat on the kang. After his wife left early in the morning, Lu Yuan simply had breakfast and then returned to the room.

Lu Yuan took advantage of this period of time to refine Fei Zhan's blue flame and use it for himself.

The temperature in Lu Yuan's room continued to rise, and the heat released by the flames caused several pots of green plants in the room to wither.

Lu Yuan could not care about this. It was the critical moment of refining and could not be interrupted.

If you put a basin of water in the room, the entire room can be turned into a sauna.

Zhao Qiaoer held Huanhuan in her arms and lay on the recliner in the courtyard. This recliner was Zhao Qiaoer's favorite place to stay.

Zhao Qiaoer hugged her child and basked in the sun, looked at the sun in the sky, and wondered in her heart: "Why is it so hot and hot today in this late autumn day?"

There was a maid on each side of Zhao Qiao'er fanning herself. Zhao Qiao'er turned to the maid and said, "Isn't it particularly hot today?"

The maid wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Qiuhu, you can't jump around for a few days."

Everyone thought it was the weather, but no one thought it was the young nephew who was causing trouble in the room. Lu Yuan, who had been meditating for three or four hours, opened his eyes. A trace of flame flashed in his eyes. The blue flame in front of him had been refined by Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan put his hands together, and a ball of blue flame appeared in his hands.

Lu Yuan looked at the flame in his hand and was very excited, "It's done!"

Lu Yuan flicked the flame out and landed on a celadon vessel.

The celadon began to burn, and even the wooden cabinets on which it was placed began to burn, emitting some thick smoke.

Lu Yuan wanted to try this flame, but he hit it on the porcelain. Unexpectedly, it would even burn the porcelain.

Lu Yuan got off the kang, picked up the water from the teapot and poured it on, but the flames did not necessarily get smaller.

It seems that this flame is not afraid of water.

Lu Yuan printed with both hands, turned his palms outward, and took back all the flames in front of him into his hands, compressed them to the extreme, and then put them back into his body.

Song Meiqin saw thick smoke billowing from the room where Lu Yuan was, and hurriedly ran in, opened the door, and the hot air hit her face, making Song Meiqin feel suffocated and unable to breathe, and the burning smell was slightly pungent. .

Song Meiqin covered her mouth, feeling choked, and said, "Is it on fire?"

Lu Yuan said: "I accidentally burned the wooden cabinet just now."

After Song Meiqin took a look at the burnt-black wooden cabinet and the deformed celadon, she opened the doors and windows one by one.

Then he checked around Lu Yuan and muttered, "Let me take a look. Is there any injury?"

Lu Yuan held Song Meiqin in his hands with his backhand, and lifted one of Aunt Song's legs with one hand.

Song Meiqin is wearing an improved long cheongsam with slits on the side that can reach her waist.

It was only in Zhao Mansion that Song Meiqin dared to wear it like this. If she wore it out, she would be blind to passers-by.

Song Meiqin's outfit is the boldest and most avant-garde among the three.

Lu Yuan clamped one hand on Aunt Song's waist and held one hand on Aunt Song's calf.

The temperature in Zhao's house is high today, and Aunt Song is just wearing a cheongsam.

Lu Yuan touched the smooth calf and started to stop in his own direction until he reached the fork in the road.

"Hmm~"

Aunt Song closed her lips tightly and made a dull sound. The pronunciation was like pressing her tongue against the roof of her mouth and saying "2" three times in a row.

After more than ten seconds, Aunt Song said: "The bad guy is not honest at all and will bully Auntie."

Lu Yuan said with a smile: "Bad guy? There are worse ones."

Aunt Song said proudly: "We don't believe it!"

The tone of Aunt Song's words made Lu Yuan feel that it was a provocation. Lu Yuan could not let Aunt Song underestimate him.

Lu Yuan flicked his sleeves, and the doors and windows closed.

As soon as he raised his hand, he lowered the bed curtain.

Aunt Song put her hand on her mouth, interrupted the other party's spellcasting, and said, "Um, we haven't been here for a few days, will something happen?"

Lu Yuan, who was so angry, could not hear this and said, "When we are done, we will take your pulse and make a diagnosis."

Aunt Song said softly: "Okay, but you have to pay attention to the degree of control and don't act recklessly."

Lu Yuan took action in response to Aunt Song's words.

Only then did Lu Yuan remember that he had just finished refining Fei Zhong's flame.

Lu Yuan, who had just absorbed the flames, was already several degrees hotter than ordinary people.

Especially the places on Lu Yuan's body that were not easy to dissipate heat were spicy and hot.

Lu Yuan said: "Aunt Song, maybe the temperature is higher."

Afterwards, Lu Yuan took Aunt Song's pulse, felt the pulse, and said, "Aunt Song, you seem to be pregnant."

After hearing this, Aunt Song jumped three feet high on the spot. Even her long cheongsam couldn't cover Aunt Song's glowing skin.

Song Meiqin shouted: "Okay, okay!"

Lu Yuan forcefully held Aunt Song's shoulders and head and said, "Aunt Song, let's calm down and not get so excited."

Aunt Song grabbed Lu Yuan's arms and said, "We have been waiting for this day for too long."

"Yeah, Aunt Song will make me happy too!" Lu Yuan agreed.

The bitter Chinese medicine Song Meiqin drank in the previous days was not in vain, and she finally gained something.

"No! What we did just now won't affect the baby in my belly." Song Meiqin was very regretful now. She was afraid of having any impact on the baby in her belly because of her impulsive behavior.

After all, people say that the first trimester is the most unstable time for the fetus. If you act at this time, it is easy to harm the fetus.

Lu Yuan hugged Aunt Song and said, "No, we just felt Aunt Song's pulse. It was very stable. She'll be fine. I'll just patch it up for you later."

Song Meiqin looked at him and said, "Don't touch me for the next eight or nine months."

Lu Yuan asked in confusion: "Why, Aunt Song? Don't you still believe in my medical skills?"

Song Meiqin said seriously: "It's not that I don't believe it, we heard people say that while carrying the baby, that kind of thing will affect the baby's skin."

Aunt Song's words made Lu Yuan understand that liquid would be deposited on the baby's skin, just like the oil from the food accidentally dripped on the clothes when eating, leaving traces and making it difficult to clean.

"Then we can put that on." Lu Yuan paused mid-sentence.

Lu Yuan thought to himself: "Hey, let's go. There are no convenience stores or health food stores in the Shenling Empire. Where are we going to buy things? We can't even make plastic bags ourselves."

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan's thoughts started to diverge, thinking that his grandparents could give him seven or eight uncles and aunts.

Could it be that the reason is that there are no entertainment activities, and there are no plastic bags to use, so I accidentally gave birth to a brother-in-law.

Lu Yuan had to admire his own imagination. It was really too big. Lu Yuan laughed innocently when he thought of this.

Seeing this, Song Meiqin interrupted Lu Yuan's silly smile and said, "What are you doing? Are you so happy to have wild dreams?"

After regaining consciousness, Lu Yuan said: "Feifei, who is Feifei?" (End of Chapter)