Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

The death of Lao Zhu's family of three is like a stone thrown into a deep pool.

Although it caused some ripples in the alley, not many people mentioned it after a few days, and the neighbors in the neighborhood mentioned it occasionally, but it was nothing more than a sigh.

As for the disappearance of Hou Zheng, who was renting in the dilapidated house, no one cared at all.

A bum monk who likes to gamble, who cares about his life?

What everyone is more concerned about now is the rising food price.

Those aunts and aunts usually meet, and the topic of conversation is always inseparable from Lingmi or Gongmi, which costs one price a day. Their faces are slightly sad, full of worries about the coming winter.

When the first snow fell, a new family moved into Lao Zhu's house.

There are a total of five people in this family. The male owner is surnamed Duan, who has five levels of Qi training, has a wife, a concubine and two children.

Monastic families like this are rare in the streets and alleys, so they have become a topic of conversation among many neighbors.

But the monk surnamed Duan has a good temper, and he always smiles and is very polite when he sees everyone.

One of his wives and concubines is gentle and the other is beautiful, and they are good at cooking. When they first moved here, they made a lot of snacks for the neighbors to share.

The two children also look very educated.

In short, people have a good impression, so the family easily integrated into the neighbors.

But Wang Chen didn't care about it.

He even changed his previous living habits and began to live in seclusion, spending most of his time on cultivation.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

Several consecutive heavy snowfalls turned Dongwu Village into a world covered in silver.

The surrounding rolling mountains were all covered with thick snow, and at night, the dripping water turned into ice, and many monks entered the cat winter state, and they would not leave the city easily.

Gathering and hunting in winter are very difficult, and the life of many monks begins to suffer.

Especially those families who do not have enough food for the winter have to find ways to get through this most difficult season.

Tap!

"coming."

Hearing the noise from outside, Wang Chen, who was drinking tea in the back room, went out and opened the courtyard door.

"Brother Chen?"

I saw Chen Qi, the neighbor across the door, standing in front of the door, with his head shrunk and a frowning face.

Seeing Wang Chen, he sneered and said, "Young Daoist Wang, I'm sorry to bother you, is it convenient for us to have a chat?"

Wang Chen was polite and called Chen Qi "Brother Chen", but he didn't dare to think that he was a head above Wang Chen.

You must know that Wang Chen is not only a Qi training practitioner at the seventh level, but also a well-known talisman maker.

No matter what, it was beyond Chen Qi's reach.

Wang Chen smiled and said, "Come in."

Among the neighbors, he is most familiar with Chen Qi's family who lives opposite, and he has the most communication with him.

"Wang Daoyou, your house is doing really well!"

Chen Qi, who came to the main room, couldn't help expressing sincere admiration when he saw the layout and furnishings of the room.

Although he was acquainted with Wang Chen, it was the second time to be a guest at Wang Chen's house.

But the scene I saw last time was quite different from what I saw today!

The main room is covered with thick carpets, and a fireplace is set up on the north wall. The firewood in the furnace is burning vigorously, making the whole room as warm as spring.

There was also a tea table in front of the fireplace, and the teapot was standing next to the fire, bubbling and steaming.

The whole room is clean and tidy, except for a few pieces of furniture, there is nothing messy, and there are a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, which looks quite elegant.

Compared with his own situation, Chen Qi really felt envious from the bottom of his heart!

"It took a lot of spirit stones, didn't it?"

What he likes most is the big fireplace in the room, and he has never seen anything like it in his memory.

I feel that Wang Chen, a talisman maker, has a very different style and demeanor from ordinary casual cultivators.

Wang Chen greeted the neighbor to sit down, and then brewed a cup of spiritual tea for him: "I just tidied up a little by myself, so I can live more comfortably, and I didn't spend much spiritual stone."

Chen Qi picked up the teacup with both hands, and took a sip carefully.

His unnaturally frowning brows suddenly relaxed: "Good tea!"

In fact, it was just a very common spiritual tea, but to Chen Qi, it was considered a very luxurious enjoyment.

Wang Chen smiled and said, "Not really, if Brother Chen likes it, bring some back later."

These spiritual teas were not purchased by Wang Chenhua's spiritual stones, but from a seized storage bag, which contained hundreds of catties. I don't know which unlucky ghost loves tea so much.

In the end, it was all for nothing and Wang Chen was cheap.

"Thanks."

Chen Qi hesitated for a moment, looking hesitant to speak.

Wang Chen observed his words and expressions: "Brother Chen, what do you want from me?"

Chen Qi is not the kind of person who likes to go from house to house to disturb other houses, so there must be a compelling reason for his sudden visit.

Chen Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Young Daoist Wang, I don't know if your family has enough food, can you lend me some?"

He took off the storage bag hanging from his waist and placed it on the tea table: "I'll bet this on you!"

This empty storage bag is the most valuable thing Chen Qi owns.

Borrow food?

Wang Chen was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the other party's intention to come was this.

Chen Qi misunderstood Wang Chen's reaction.

His face turned red immediately, and he said in a low voice: "I know that food is precious now, and everyone is not rich. There is really no way. The two boys in the family are the time when they can eat the most."

"It doesn't matter if I eat less myself, it just hurts to see the child..."

As he was talking, he became annoyed again: "Cough, blame me, I shouldn't embarrass my fellow daoist, let's forget it."

He reached for his storage bag with a look of embarrassment on his face.

The result was empty.

This storage bag was held by Wang Chen: "Brother Chen, how much do you want to borrow?"

"ah?"

Chen Qihuang lost his mind, and subconsciously replied: "As much as you want, just give it as you see."

"Hold on."

Wang Chen went to the bedroom with the storage bag and came back soon.

He handed the storage bag to the anxious Chen Qi: "Brother Chen, take these spiritual grains first, and return them to me when you have more money."

Wang Chen packed three hundred catties of spiritual grain in his storage bag, which was the white jade rice that was previously cultivated in the outer sect of the Yunyang School.

Save some food, a family of four will have no problem spending the winter.

Although in Wang Chen's hands, there is a lot of Lingmi Linggu Lingguo Lingguo animal meat, and there are several storage bags.

But he would not lend Chen Qi too much because of the emergency but not the poor.

Naturally, Wang Chen understands the reason why Shengmi is kind and Michou is fighting.

Chen Qi was overjoyed and burst into tears of gratitude: "Thank you, thank you Wang Daoyou, I will definitely return it to you as soon as possible!"

His eye circles were red.

Although it is said that a man does not flick his tears lightly, in the current situation, Wang Chen who is willing to lend him food is really a great benefactor!

After seeing off his thankful neighbor, Wang Chen thought about it and left home for Fangshi.

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