Rebirth: Cultivation of Immortals in the city

Chapter 6
"Why do you get up so early?" Feng Jing said with some surprise.

Long Su'er chuckled lightly, and said, "I went for a morning run, and the school doctor said that exercising is good for your body."

"It's time for you to exercise, your body is too weak." Feng Jing nodded in agreement, and then said: "I thought about it all night yesterday, it's not safe for you to be alone at home, if you don't go to the ground today, you go with me Bar."

Long Su'er hesitated for a while, she still wanted to take this opportunity to consolidate her cultivation, but she had no reason to reject Feng Jing, so she had no choice but to give up.

Zhao's house is not far from their house, just pass through the alley and turn a few turns. Long Su'er has two braids and follows Feng Jing closely. The yellow mud is full of footprints and some cow dung the taste of.

Long Su'er, who had never suffered this kind of suffering, couldn't help but frown, but when she lived in the jungle, the environment where thorns were overgrown and wild animals were infested was much more difficult than this, she persisted in the same way, so what's the matter .

Mrs. Zhao is one of the richest households. Most families still live in mud houses, but hers is a unique building with only two or three floors that looks like a villa in the city, which has attracted the envy of countless people in the village.

There are a few tall and straight weeping willows at the front of the gate. There are no noisy chickens, ducks and geese in the courtyard. Instead, there are many flowers and plants. There is a small rockery in the center of the courtyard. Somewhat aesthetically pleasing.

"You're here." Mrs. Zhao was wearing a festive floral dress, her hair was dyed orange, and there were countless big curls hanging down.

This kind of attire is fashionable in Narcissus Village, but in the city it is a must-have. Long Su'er couldn't accept the trend, but she didn't have the heart to express her opinion, she just frowned slightly.

"Sorry, I'm late." Feng Jing actually came more than 20 minutes earlier, but she had to bow her head under the eaves, and she bowed her head apologetically.

Mrs. Zhao glanced at her, and said calmly: "If you stay later, the work is done. You can go quickly, there is not much to do."

"Okay, okay." Hearing this, Feng Jing hurriedly quickened her pace, and pulled Long Su'er's arm back.

"You came to work, why did you bring the child?" Mrs. Zhao stopped her progress, a little unhappy, and said, "Don't disturb your work." She was a bit like a landlady, pinching her waist and anger very big.

Long Su'er took a step forward, and said in a flat voice: "I can help with the work, so it won't delay the work. The work I do will be counted on her, and I won't ask for more money from you."

Mrs. Zhao's mouth was gagged, which was considered a good thing. Of course, she had no objections. Even though she had a little money now, she was still very stingy in her bones.She softened her attitude a bit, waved her hand, and said, "All right, all right."

Long Su'er glanced at her, and pulled Feng Jing to the left. What they were going to clean up was an old warehouse. Mrs. Zhao's son was going to get married, and they wanted to build a building here. It is important to live separately from your parents.

As soon as the door was opened, all the dust came in, and the whole room was covered with cobwebs. A musty smell made the two of them cough for a long time, and even sneezed several times. There were a lot of miscellaneous things in the room. Pots, pans, seats and benches are obviously old and garbage.

Feng Jing fetched a basin of water, took a gray rag, poured some washing powder on it, and was ready to start working. She carried the contents out first, despite her small body, she had great strength.

(End of this chapter)