Li Banfeng returned to Chu Er's residence and saw Chu Er still sleeping soundly, he quietly entered his residence.

The lady exclaimed: "Hey, my husband, why are you so hurt?"

Li Banfeng was indeed seriously injured, his face was bruised and swollen, and he could hardly recognize it.

"Madam, I have something to ask you, do you know the bitter mother-in-law?"

"Bad mother-in-law? Which is the bitter mother-in-law?"

"The bitter mother-in-law of the bitter vegetable farm."

Li Banfeng asked about this matter, asked about the wine gourd, Tang Dao, and even asked about the judge's pen. No magic weapon around him recognized the bitter mother-in-law.

Maybe some memories have disappeared with the soul, or maybe they don’t know much about the bitter vegetable farm at first.

It seems that only the wife knows about this.

Dada dada~典!

"The bitter mother-in-law of the bitter vegetable shop!"

"Yes," Li Banfeng nodded, "Is she the local god of Kucaizhuang?"

Dada dada~典!

"Hey, hey, she's not a land god."

The lady knew Grandma Ku, but her tone was a bit strange.

"Hey, hey, but what can she be if she is not a land god?"

Why did my wife ask me back?

Li Banfeng followed the needle holder and touched his wife's crunching nest: "My wife, are you okay?"

The lady didn't laugh, why wasn't she afraid of itch?

Huh~huh~huh~huh~

The steam spewed out rapidly, the gears turned rapidly, and the flames in the fuel tank were rising.

Li Banfeng quickly added water to the water tank, because he was afraid that his wife would burn the pot.

What's wrong with Madam?

"Hey, hey, she is not a land god, then what can she be? What can she be? Huhahahaha~"

The lady suddenly laughed wildly, and the whole house was covered in steam.

"Madam, what's wrong with me?" Li Banfeng became nervous.

"Who are you?" The sound of the record player has not fluctuated, and the singing style has become extremely cold.

Li Banfeng responded: "I am your husband."

"Hey, my husband, are you back from buying vegetables?" The lady's tone became gentle again.

"Today... there is no grocery shopping."

"Since I don't buy vegetables, then I'm not my husband. My husband never lets me starve. Who are you?"

Li Banfeng didn't know how to answer, but suddenly saw a whirlwind blowing in the outer room. Honglian rolled Li Banfeng into the room and closed the door.

A burst of explosion came from outside the door, and Li Banfeng was worried that his wife would have something to do.

When the sound subsided, Li Banfeng immediately left the door and found that the record player was safe and sound, but the room was extremely stuffy.

"Madam?" Li Banfeng called out.

Huh~ Huh~

The steam was spitting out several times, and the record player responded: "Hey, my husband."

Fortunately, I still recognize me.

Li Banfeng breathed a little relieved.

Huh~ Huh~

"Have you come back from buying groceries?"

Li Banfeng didn't know how to answer.

He saw the singer-songwriter standing by the wall, and he couldn't feed her to his wife.

But she only has spirituality left, and her soul has been eaten. Can the lady still like it?

When he was in a dilemma, he suddenly heard the lady ask, "My husband, who hurt you so much?"

This is the problem again.

My wife lost her memory?

Forgot what just happened?

I can't answer casually this time.

I said I was injured by a harsh man. When my wife asked who the harsh man was, she would think of her bitter mother-in-law and would go crazy by then.

You have to try to distract your wife from her and prevent her from associate with her mother-in-law.

"There are a few thieves, they are many, and I am outnumbered and injured."

"What kind of thief?" The lady was very angry. "Is it a hiring cultivator? If it is a hiring cultivator, take them home. I will kill them, hahahaha, kill them!"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "It's not a traveling cultivator."

"It's not a hike, but I'll take it home. If my husband is injured, I should die. The little slave will kill them together! Huhahahaha!"

It's still not normal for a lady.

Li Banfeng agreed: "Yes, kill them all. Are you tired? If you are tired, just take a rest."

Huh ~

The record player yawned.

"Not to mention, I'm a little tired. My husband will go to find the thieves later, and Rong Xiaonu will rest for a while."

While the wife was not asleep, Li Banfeng took out the old teapot and said to her: "Now I have been repairing the house on the fourth floor. The seal of this magic weapon should be able to be untied."

"Hey~ This teapot is too high. Now it is unbuttoned, it is probably not good for your husband."

"My wife is too cautious. Zhong Desong was only the second floor at the time, so didn't he use it all the time?"

"He is a hard-working practitioner and can withstand the torture of this teapot. Well, I'll bother my husband to bring the teapot. The little slave said a few words to him first."

Li Banfeng took the teapot to the record player. Although he had a skill of understanding the spiritual sound, the two spoke too fast. Li Banfeng didn't hear it clearly. He only saw the record spinning on the tray, and the dense sound of gongs and drums came from the speaker from time to time.

The wife was intimidating the teapot, and the two were probably discussing their capital.

After waiting for more than five minutes, the lady exhaled a mouthful of steam: "The matter has been discussed, and the capital of the magic weapon is still needed after all.

In the past, he had too much capital, so he had to burn his master once. Now that the capital has changed, he just asked his husband to take a hot bath."

Li Banfeng looked at the teapot: "Isn't this all the same?"

"Don't worry, my husband, the bath water will not be too hot, and he will not hurt my husband."

Can you take a waste of time with a magic weapon? Is there such a cheap thing?

Li Banfeng was very suspicious of the teapot's motives, so his wife yawned and said, "My husband, the little slave is really sleepy, so I'll go to bed first."

The wife fell asleep, and Li Banfeng took the teapot to the fifth room.

The fifth bedroom is at the end of the third bedroom, and this is the room farthest from the record player.

The room was empty. The fifth room had just been opened. Li Banfeng had not yet purchased a house. He held the teapot in his hand and asked, "Do you know the bitter vegetable farm?"

The teapot replied: "I know that all the hard work in the world comes from the bitter vegetable farm."

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "Aren't the cultivators in the world all medicinal powders from peddlers?"

"Hehe, that's not necessarily the case. In addition to the peddler, there are many sources of medicine powder. The rich and powerful families have a lot of medicine powders from Wenxiu and Wuxiu. This is not bought from the peddler."

Ma Wu did say that there are medicine powders in the big family, but they were not bought from the peddler, so where did they come from?

"I don't know about the wealthy family, but the medicinal powders that have been practiced come from the bitter vegetable farm.

The bitter vegetable farm has no borders and borders all over the Prostate. Anyone who wants to come can come and stay in the white food restaurant of the bitter vegetable farm for three days. If you can survive this misery, the bitter mother-in-law will give them the medicine powder, and they will be considered to have entered the Taoist sect from now on."

"Anyone who comes to you will give me medicine powder? Don't you have to accumulate Taoist fate?"

"Kucaizhuang is a special place. If you stay here for three days, Daoyuan will be saved."

"It's similar to Santouban?"

"It's a long way to go. The things saved there may not be Daoyuan.

Young Master, you just asked about the bitter mother-in-law, could you have arrived at the bitter vegetable farm?"

Li Banfeng did not deny: "I am in the Kucaizhuang now and can't go out. Damama Ku refused to let her go, saying that she wanted to temper me."

"Since she doesn't let you leave, you'll live in the farm for a few days. We don't even have a month sign in our house. I don't know what month it is now. Anyway, she's at most three months a year. When she leaves, you'll leave.
To be continued...