She smiled sweetly: "Your son's strength is such that in this competition between outer disciples, he can't even make it into the top twenty. After entering the inner disciples, there will be no one to work and he will not be sent to farm. Auntie, think about it carefully.
, also discuss it with your son, he may not be willing to do it himself."
Shi Shiran left, as if he was sure that the woman would not reject her in the end.
Hu Qing felt that her words had some substance.
After she left, the woman closed the door and sighed: "You are so capable, why don't you let yourself in? Either your family doesn't have this ability, or you don't have the ability in your family. Humph, little girl.
Even if you are not a good person, you still want to fight with me. You are too young."
"Bah, you're a little bitch selling your ass, my son doesn't want to be a cheap father."
Hu Qing laughed and jumped down slightly. Many monks have tall eyes, but they don't know that mortals are no less sharp than them except that they cannot cultivate their minds.
Hu Huahua was whining at the door. The baby was hungry and begged to be fed.
"Wait, mom will be here soon."
Hu Qing scooped out a large bowl of big bones, and the fragrant meat trembled on it. Crystal silk threads flowed from the corners of Hu Huahua's mouth, whimpering, he was starving to death.
Next door, the tempting smell of meat caused the woman's stomach to roar. She cursed in a low voice, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "A little widow with a child must want a man to support her family. It just so happens that she is a mortal and cannot follow a man.
When you go to Chaohua Zongli, you should serve your mother-in-law."
Hu Qing didn't know that he was being noticed, so he put Hu Huahua on the table, opened the meat and fed it to him while eating it himself. Hu Huahua devoured the meat as if he had been starved for three years.
"Eat slowly and gracefully, as if someone abused you."
After eating meat and drinking soup, the two of them lay on the bed contentedly.
"Oh, it will be so lonely if your sister doesn't come back."
Hu Qing rubbed the furry dog's head: "Son, call me mother."
From the time she was brought back to the present, Hu Huahua has not uttered a word. She is a standard freeloader.
Hu Qing took the picture album in his hands. The paper of the picture album was very thin but of good quality. Except for the cover, which was so dirty that it was hard to see its original appearance, the inside was clean and there were no missing pages or damaged pages. I don’t know which idler’s paintings had a single word.
No. In the eyes of monks, such things that are useless for cultivation are waste.
Opening the first page, there is a chicken drawn on it, which is not a chicken, and a phoenix, which is not a phoenix. It is more luxurious than a chicken, but more simple than a phoenix, with four claws under its belly.
Hu Qing turned over and flattened the book, then dragged Hu Huahua over: "You said, this thing looks weird. Isn't it a made-up image by someone?"
Hu Huahua looked at the pictures quietly, her big eyes unblinking.
Hu Qing: "Like it?"
Hu Huahua licked her mouth with her little tongue.
like to eat.
Hu Qing laughed loudly. They were indeed a family. She also thought whether this thing should be stir-fried or braised.
"It's a pity that there isn't even a word on it. What on earth is this? A bird, with four claws. These claws look like those of a mammal. Alas, my mother's worldview has collapsed at this point."
Hu Qing paused: "Look, these claws are so thick and thick, they are all collagen -"
The two people's eyes met: Gudu.
Looking at the picture made me greedy, and my stomach that was just full seemed to be empty again.
Hu Qing turned to the next page and saw a majestic and strange snake with long horns. Was it a python?
"I heard that snake soup is delicious, but I haven't made it yet."
Hu lightly touched the scales on the python's body. The painting was flat, but his painting skills were so good. The coloring and the darkness were able to depict the majestic ruggedness of the python's body like a mountain.
"It must be very big, it feels like a mountain."
Hu Qing looked at the back of the first page. It was blank and there was nothing there, even if you added a note.
When I opened the third page, I saw a majestic tiger with two wings on its back and a single horn on its forehead.
Hu Qing was confused: "This must be graffiti."
On the fourth page, it is obviously a creature in the water. It has a tail and fins, a colorful body, and a human-like face.
Hu chuckled: "This can't be a mermaid."
Half a day of leisure time was spent flipping through the picture album. Not to mention that the animals painted in the picture album were all unreliable but really beautiful. Hu Qing was experienced in making up stories. Based on the characteristics of the images above, he made up nonsense.
They have made up various magical powers. For example, the four-clawed bird, she said, has a bottomless pit of appetite, so it has four claws to catch big bugs. She also said that the python is the patron saint of the mountains. If it protects the country for all generations, it will have perfect merits and become an immortal.
Ban. The tiger is a patrol god in the sky, with a horn on its forehead that can shoot lasers. The mermaid is an elf in the ocean, laying color on the bottom of the sea.
Anyway, no one has seen these things, so she can say whatever she wants, and Hu Huahua can listen to whatever she wants.
In the following days, Hu Qing went to collect herbs every day. When she accumulated sixty yuan of spiritual stones, she took a rest. There was no news from Huazong, and she didn't know if they had started to practice. Hu Qing gritted her teeth and said nothing.
Come on, you little heartless person can’t think of sending her a flying crane?
As expected, life without a mobile phone is difficult and the time is extremely long.
She decided to find something to do, for example, make something delicious. The kitchen utensils at home were not complete, so she happened to have money to order them.
I also need to make a stove, kitchen utensils, tableware, and a set of dining tables and chairs. I don’t have to worry when I have money. I even want to renovate my home if I am rich and wealthy.
The ironware was made at the blacksmith shop, the tableware was bought at the grocery store, and the furniture was bought by a carpenter. Hu Qing drew the pattern and went out with a few pieces of paper.
Hu Huahua's big, clear eyes were full of longing.
"Huahua, mom can't take you out."
The little eyes are very hurt.
Hu Qing put her index finger in front of her lips and shushed: "Because Huahua is a treasure and will be snatched away when you go out. Mommy doesn't have enough power to protect you now. When Mommy becomes more powerful, Mommy will take Huahua out to play."
Hu Huahua is a monster, there is no doubt about it. She doesn’t know what the monk’s attitude towards monsters is, but she certainly won’t treat him as one of their family members. It is said that there is a Chaohua Sect around Baopingfang who is responsible for regularly killing dangerous monsters. She
The best treatment I have ever seen is being a spiritual pet.
Will Hu Huahua be snatched away as a spiritual pet when she goes out? This is probably a better outcome.
No matter how hard Hu Qing protects her shortcomings, she has to admit that her Hu Huahua's beauty is all reflected in her two big eyes.
I don’t know why, but the hair on the little thing’s body has become longer and thicker, and it has always been pale and dull. If you put it on its head, it will look like it’s gone.
Hu Qingsi thought that no one would appreciate her appearance, but! This is not her modern world where looks are everything. It is a fantasy world where monsters and monsters exist reasonably. How could she be so sure that Hu Huahua, whose hair is not amazing, is not a treasure?
What about variety?
She thought she needed to get some paint that wouldn't wash off.
Hu Huahua could only watch her mother push the trolley out the door, letting out an inaudible whine in her throat.
The house was empty and he was the only one. It was really a lot to bear at such a young age.
Hu Qing came to the blacksmith shop. The things were messy and lifeless. She was very surprised. She took two steps in and asked: "——Boss? Boss?"
She wanted to call her little apprentice, but then she remembered that she didn't even know his name.
The curtain leading to the back was lifted, and the young apprentice came out.
