The first thing Yuan Xiaolou did when he got out of bed was to clean up the pots and pans all over the house.
This girl is so stupid. Every morning she has to carry out a dozen pots and jars, pour out the water in them, and bring them in again at night to condense them into ice.
She had never thought that the water could be recycled and just kept in the house, so there was no need to work so hard every day.
Ye Xiaochuan lay on the bed, quietly watching Yuan Xiaolou's figures coming in and out.
After the last basin of melted ice water was poured out, Yuan Xiaolou walked in with a basin of warm water and began to wash Ye Xiaochuan's face.
After washing his face, he said softly: "Master Ye, do you want to go to the yard?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Okay!"
Yuan Xiaolou carried Ye Xiaochuan to the yard and placed him on the deck chair as usual.
Then, she went to work in the kitchen.
In addition to Ye Xiaochuan, there is also the big panda and rice bucket in the yard.
Ye Xiaochuan has lived in the back mountains for many years and has known this giant panda for a long time.
A while ago, he also saw Rice Tong in the ancestor's ancestral hall on the mountain behind Samsara Peak.
He looked at Fan Tong who was swinging on the swing and said softly: "I didn't expect you to leave Cangyun Mountain too."
Rice Tong doesn’t like Ye Xiaochuan.
Because as long as Ye Xiaochuan is around, all the attention of Miss Xiaolou is on this boy, never on her, the adorable national treasure.
Hearing Ye Xiaochuan's voice, Fantong just glanced at him, and then continued to swing.
Ye Xiaochuan was not angry, but a little sad, and said: "Maybe you don't remember me. Many years ago in the back mountain, I saw you and Grandpa Xiaotu together. You and your tribe were in the village occupied by the monkeys.
You ate wild fruits in the orchard, and you were beaten up by the little grandfather.
Now that Grandpa Little Tu is dead, he will never bully you again."
When Fan Tong heard Xiao Tu's name, it seemed that the past events in his heart were brought back.
It slid down from its favorite swing a little irritably and sat at the root of a big tree, seeming a little depressed.
Although Fan Tong has been bullied by Xiao Tu for hundreds of years, there is still a deep friendship between Fan Tong and Xiao Tu.
Every year, Xiaotu would ask the monkey monkey to send some fruits and fruit stuffing to the spiritual monsters in Cangyun Mountain. Xiaotu had received quite a few in these years.
The voice of the old storyteller sounded from behind Ye Xiaochuan, saying: "Ye Shaoxia, it's okay for you to be unhappy alone, why should you let your loser be unhappy too?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Old sir, you got up early enough today."
The old storyteller said: "Originally, the little money I earned was not enough to live on. Now that you are awake, you have an extra mouth, and I have to buy you some medicinal stones to nourish your body. I can't afford breakfast, so everyone will be hungry."
Die."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "I should have a lot of banknotes on me. It's useless for me to keep them. You can use them."
The old storyteller rolled his eyes and said, "What little money you have left has been eaten up by the commoners a long time ago."
Ye Xiaochuan thought about it and then remembered that he seemed to have no money left. All the money from the auction of the magic weapon in Xifeng City was given to Yang Ershi to buy the raw materials needed for black powder.
He said: "I have many, many magic weapons with me. If I sell just one of them, it will be enough for you to eat and drink for half your life."
The old storyteller sat on the chair next to Ye Xiaochuan and said: "Now all the cultivators in the world are looking for you. If you sell the magic weapons on your body, I am afraid it will attract the attention of the cultivators.
Ye Shaoxia, you are an expert, how about this pair of magic weapons?"
The old storyteller actually pulled out two red xuanhuaban axes from his arms. He didn't know how the two large axes were hidden in his arms.
Ye Xiaochuan took a look and said: "I am no longer a cultivator, just a useless person. I have no interest in these things."
The old storyteller smiled and said: "I won't give it to you even if you are interested. I just want to show off.
These two axes were given to me by others, and their main raw material is the very rare Fire Dragon Crystal. Although it is not a heavenly weapon, its power is not bad, and it is not inferior to the Flame Divine Weapon Chixiao."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "That friend of yours is really generous to you."
The old storyteller was extremely proud, as if he really just wanted to show off his powerful magic weapon in front of Ye Xiaochuan.
But then, his old face revealed the look of a philistine businessman.
He whispered: "Young Master Ye, you have experience in reselling magic weapons. How much do you think my two axes can be sold for on the black market?"
Ye Xiaochuan was a little surprised and said: "Such a high-grade blood refining artifact was given by a friend. Do you want to sell it?"
The old storyteller laughed dryly and said: "I am not a cultivator, so why are you keeping these two axes?
Is it used to chop firewood?
What's more... Besides, life is almost unbearable now, so it would be more reliable to exchange some money."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "From ancient times to the present, the highest-grade magic weapons bought and sold with money are only at the level of spiritual weapons.
It is a blood-refined artifact and has the fire attribute with the strongest attack power. This is a priceless treasure that is immeasurable."
The old storyteller came over and whispered: "Young Master Ye, do you think ten thousand taels are worth it?"
Ye Xiaochuan was speechless.
Back when I was at Juxian Manor in Xifeng City, I sold a fairy sword of spiritual weapon level for nearly two million taels.
This pair of blood-refined fire dragon axes can be exchanged for a hundred spiritual weapons and fairy swords. This little old man actually plans to sell them for ten thousand taels of silver?
Didn't the fat old man hear what he said?
A priceless treasure that cannot be measured! Ye Xiaochuan said lightly: "If you think it's worth it, then go out and find a cultivator to sell it to you."
The old storyteller was a little helpless.
Of course, he didn't really want to sell the two axes left by the mad dragon for money, he just wanted to test Ye Xiaochuan.
The result of the test made him a little disappointed, and Ye Xiaochuan seemed to be really heartbroken.
According to Ye Xiaochuan's past character of being greedy for money and never losing anything, if he heard that he sold out the blood-refining artifact for ten thousand taels, he would definitely stop him.
It's good now, Ye Xiaochuan doesn't care at all.
Breakfast is ready, still rice porridge and naan bread.
While eating breakfast, the old storyteller glanced at Ye Xiaochuan from time to time, seeming a little angry.
The reason for his anger was that Yuan Xiaolou was feeding Ye Xiaochuan rice porridge in small bites with a spoon.
In order to avoid burning Ye Xiaochuan, Yuan Xiaolou blew several times before feeding it into Ye Xiaochuan's mouth.
After breakfast, the old storyteller went out to set up a stall again with a bamboo pole and curtain.
Before leaving, he said angrily: "Give him less food. Although he is awake now, he is very weak and has no strength. He ate too much, drank too much, and peed several times a day."
Do you think he is still the world-famous swordsman without edge?"
"grandfather!"
Yuan Xiaolou stared at the old storyteller and shouted in dissatisfaction.
The old storyteller said: "Yes, yes, it's true that there is no chance for a female college student to stay. Isn't it okay for grandpa to leave?"
You should take good care of this useless person at home and don't run around."
