Is It Possible That Farming Is The Real Cultivation Of Immortals?

"Do you know how expensive the fabric is? Is it annoying to weave? I only have one that is about to wear out!"

"Then what should I do, my clothes are too dirty, I wear them..."

"Can't you wash yourself?"

"I...won't...the servants wash it for me..."

"You are the fucking servant! Your whole family is!"

"My mother is not!"

Hearing the voice of arguing for reason from inside, An Jia trembled with anger and felt a little helpless.

He suddenly laughed, and slowly clenched his fists.

"There are thirty-seven blows left... I... I remember... Can you wait until I recover from my injuries..."

Listening to the voice from inside, An Jia was helpless.

What is the best in the world, I can't laugh or cry.

It's really a rich man from the lower realm who sent him up to be the Supreme Emperor!

Here, who is not Lingnong, who really regards himself as a fairy?

"Give me the clothes." An Jia said.

The door of the Mu room opened a crack, and a hand stretched out from inside, grabbing a handful of clothes.

After An Jia took it, she went directly to the clear water pond in the courtyard.

He raised his hand and threw the clothes in.

Cyclone dry cleaning!

The whirlwind rolled a ball of water to wrap the clothes, and violently collided and rolled in the air.

After a while, the water turned black.

He washed it for the second time in the same way, then threw the clothes in the air and used the whirlwind to dry them.

"Damn...take it!"

An Jia threw the clothes through the crack of the door.

The key in the door, watching all this from beginning to end, the more you look at it, the more frightened you become.

What kind of outrageous hermit is this?

The clothes are still warm, dry and clean.

Although it is already very tattered, it is not as good as silk.

The worst silk is a thousand times more comfortable than this!

But it's better than nothing.

She got dressed, and then walked out with guilt and fear.

At this moment, all the dark oil on her face has been washed away...

A face covered with purple bruises was exposed.

To be honest, maybe the girl used to be pretty, but now she is.

It's really no different from a pig's head.

There is nothing to do with beauty.

"Then I...leave?" Key cautiously suggested.

"Go? Eat mine, use mine, want to leave without paying?"

"You think you are an idiot, and I still think you are an idiot!"

The key frowned and said, "Is what you said interesting? I'm an idiot when I co-authored it?"

"That's a bad sentence, I don't care, I'm the only one who has the final say on what's right or wrong here." An Jia snorted coldly.

"How can you be so overbearing?"

Snapped!

A slap hit her face.

"Thirty-six." An Jia said, "Say one more thing."

"I... listen to you, you can do whatever you say."

Even if there are tens of millions of unwillingness in my heart, I can only recognize the key.

What if you don't recognize it?

Can't beat it again and again.

run?

It seems to be able to run, but the problem is that there is a lot of food here.

She ran away, could it be that she went back to the village and secretly drank the northwest wind?

At this moment, she seemed to have a little taste of being bullied.

"This person is really hateful..."

That's what she thought. She felt that this young man was disgusting, disgusting and violent.

Just a bandit, garbage, scum, crumbs, vermin, ruffian, bastard!

But when I think about it later, forget it, I can't scold myself.

"Sleep." An Jia turned around and said.

"Huh?" Key was stunned.

"Ah what, close the door." An Jia stood on the stairs and shouted.

The key closes the door hesitantly, and then...

Filled with indignation and helplessness, he followed up the stairs. It seemed that he was going to lose tonight...

boom!

As soon as he reached the stairs, he was kicked down by Dou Xinwo.

"Thirty-five."

"Did you sleep upstairs? That's my place!"

"Find a room to sleep by yourself downstairs."

An Jia said disdainfully.

I also want to snatch his bed to sleep, this is the only place in this room where there is cloth.

My own bedroom has been carefully decorated, how can it be cheaper for others.

What this thief has to do is to pay off his debts, so why should he enjoy the fruits of his labor.

The key that rolled down the stairs climbed up, although a little helpless, but also relieved.

She searched and searched, and originally wanted to choose the old sundries warehouse, but the smell of dried meat, bamboo, and millet mixed together in it gave her a headache.

In the end, I chose the small study in the north of the tea room, where there is a bamboo couch to lie on.

"There are also pens, inks, papers and inkstones... Is this really a fairy village? How come there are such good things?"

She looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and the tea set here, and was stunned.

From her eyes, it is natural to see that these seemingly simple things contain extraordinary connotations.

Ordinary craftsmen just make utensils, without background, it is difficult to make utensils so simple and extraordinary.

The night passed like this.

Before dawn the next day, she was in a deep sleep.

It's not cold here at all, but it's much more comfortable and clean than the dilapidated house in the village.

Even better than home.

It would be even better if there was an extra silk quilt, gauze curtain, and two pillows.

It has been more than a month since she was sent to Xiancun, she has never slept so comfortably like today.

I also took a hot shower, which was really refreshing...

clap clap...

Just as he was drooling in sleep, a slap came from his face, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

The indifference of the creditor and the enemy appeared before his eyes again.

Shocked, she woke up completely and wiped her saliva quickly.

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