Chapter 3 But she has a goose

Author: Shen Zhou Diao Xue

Chapter 3 But she has a goose

Suyang City, Jishanfang.

The old Song family had been silent for a long time. On this day, crisp laughter actually came from the yard.

There are also geese calling: "Goose goose goose, quack quack..."

Song Ciwan: "Hahaha!"

In the yard, a big white goose swooped over, rubbing its head enthusiastically against Song Ciwan's legs, flapping its wings, and suddenly focused its gaze on the fat intestines held by Song Ciwan in her left hand.

Then, the goose head stopped moving.

"Gah?"

The big white goose flapped its wings and jumped back suddenly.

It seems...that it dislikes the smell of fat intestines?

Song Ciwan: "Hehehe!"

You know, you are so indifferent to me now, but I will make you unable to reach your height later.

What happened to the fat intestines? Didn’t you know that the fat intestines are the best delicacy in the world? The pork intestines of the dolphin demon are also fat intestines!

Song Ciwan walked into the kitchen built next to the wall of her house, carrying her fat intestines.

There were only two rooms in her house. The one on the east side was originally the residence of Song Youde and his wife. Later, when Song Ciwan grew up, the couple created a small inner room in the east room for Song Ciwan to use as a boudoir.

The west room was used as a hall, where guests were entertained and meals were served, and important food and other supplies were also stored here.

A shed was built next to the wall of the west room, and the water tank and stove were placed inside, so it could be used as a kitchen.

Song Ciwan added firewood to the stove, took out the fire stick and lit the fire.

The straw was scattered in the gaps between the firewood, and the bright fire suddenly ignited. The firelight reflected on her beautiful brows, and her movements were as skillful as if she had used this method to light a fire thousands of times, without any rust or sluggishness at all.

astringent.

The big white goose was not afraid of the fire. Instead, it squeezed close to him and used his chubby body to support Song Ciwan. They rubbed against each other very intimately.

This big white goose has just turned half a year old. It is said that the ancestor has a tenuous blood relationship with a certain spiritual goose for eighteen generations. Song Youde was tricked into raising it for his daughter before his accident.

People say that the goose has a very high fighting capacity and is a good housekeeper. The little lady is weak, so wouldn’t it be just right to have such a goose as her companion?

Nowadays, both Song Youde and his wife have passed away, but this goose is still with Song Ciwan.

Song Ciwan hugged the goose and was in a trance for a moment, as if he couldn't tell whether he was Song Ciwan in the previous life or Song Ciwan in this life.

That’s all, what does it matter? Song Ciwan is Song Ciwan.

She ran her hands along the smooth feathers on the big white goose's back and smiled softly and said: "Dabai, from now on, we will depend on each other."

Where in life is there not a fairyland? Home is where my heart is.

"We have to keep a low profile, follow the times, work hard, and practice hard, you know?"

Big White Goose: "Gah!"

Song Ciwan boiled water, washed her body and hair, changed her clothes, and found an oil-paper umbrella from the house, preparing to bring it to work tomorrow.

The rain has stopped, and the sky is getting dark. The belated sunset reveals its tired and soft light, casting its afterglow on the world, reflecting the small courtyard in the world of mortals.

In the evening, Song Ciwan cooked a sweet potato and multigrain porridge. The fat intestines were washed several times with plant ash, and then he grabbed a handful of sauerkraut and stir-fried it.

The sour smell stimulated the big white goose to make "quacking" sounds continuously. The saliva dripped from the flat goose's mouth and wetted the snow-white feathers on its chest.

Song Ciwan chuckled, put the spicy and sour sausage on a plate, and teased it: "Don't you dislike this? Why are you still drooling?"

Big White Goose: "Quack!"

Her swollen chest was raised high, and her wings flapped to create a gust of wind.

Song Ciwan rubbed its head, then its back, and finally put a bowl of melon and multigrain porridge in the food bowl for it, and picked out some pickled vegetables from the sausage plate for it.

It's not that I'm being stingy and I'm reluctant to feed it fat intestines. The main reason is that this thing is the feces of monsters after all, and I don't know if poultry like white geese can be eaten. Geese themselves are not carnivores, so if you feed them randomly, don't overfeed them.

Song Ciwan didn't dare to feed the geese with fat intestines, but she suddenly had a sudden idea, summoned the scales of heaven and earth, and put a plate of fat intestines on the scale. She was trying a new kind of thing.

[Dolphin demon fat intestines, hot and sour, stir-fried, fragrant, can be sold! 】

Song Ciwan: "...Hahaha!"

Sell, sell, sell, this must be sold!

After selling it, Song Ciwan had a longan-sized pill in his hand, which was tan and round.

After careful observation, she got the information about this pill: [Zhuangqi Pill has the power to strengthen Qi and blood, and can assist the cultivation of acquired warriors or those who are cultivating immortals in the Qi-entraining stage. ]

Just one word: great!

That night, Song Ciwan took this Qi-strengthening pill and tried to practice the Zuowang Heart Sutra.

Cultivation and Taoism should have been unfamiliar to Song Ciwan, but after taking the Zhuangqi Pill, she quickly felt the Qi gathering in her Dantian.

With this obvious sense of aura, Song Ciwan felt as if he had received enlightenment and suddenly had a clear understanding of the scriptures of the Zuowang Heart Sutra.

The meritorious work was carried out all day long, and there was nothing to say all night long.

When he woke up the next day, Song Ciwan felt refreshed. In his Dantian, a wisp of true energy had taken root and was running quietly, just like every old man who knew how to hide himself.

Song Ciwan washed and tidied up, had breakfast, took his umbrella, said goodbye to the big white goose, and then went out to work.

She put on the laundry room's signature handyman's coat again. She had washed and dried this garment last night, and it still fit her well.

This coat has a built-in repelling effect. When Song Ciwan put it on and walked through the streets, even dogs would stay away.

Another example is the local gangsters, even the kind who love to tease older girls and younger wives. When they see Song Ciwan, they don't dare to touch her.

It can be said to be unique and quite interesting.

When they arrived at the Demon Refining Platform, Song Ciwan took out his identity card and entered through the small door at the back.

As soon as you enter the door, you feel like you have entered a different world.

The demon refining platform is heavily guarded. There are guards every ten steps and sentries every hundred steps. There are also jade trees in the Qionglin, which are the creations of the immortal family. Paper cranes fly in the air to send messages, the Taoist magic bells jingle, and the flying pavilion in the center is like a stream of elixirs.

The palace in heaven.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Song Ciwan.

The washing room she wanted to go to was at the very end and corner of the demon refining platform. A row of low courtyards were circled, including divided rooms, grass washing rooms, second washing rooms, miscellaneous washing rooms and other functional partitions.

In the center is a Bagua washing pool, which is filled with special lotions refined from various spiritual materials.

When Song Ci arrived late, many people were already standing by the Bagua Pond, and Manager Wu was taking roll call.

But even if Song Ci arrived late, it was not too late, because according to the rules of the washing room, the official start time of work should not be earlier than three quarters of the day.

If the work starts too early, the Yang Qi in heaven and earth has not yet arisen, and not only will it be difficult to eliminate the demonic evil energy, but unpredictable things may also happen.

Song Ci arrived late, neither too early nor too late, never slipped in, followed the crowd, and ignored everyone else's timing.

After Manager Wu finished taking the roll call, the handymen began to go to work separately.

Song Ciwan was assigned to the second bathroom this time. Most of the people in the second bathroom were newcomers. Most of the newcomers still retained their vitality. While starting work, Song Ciwan only heard the bustle around him. The handymen were working on their hands.

There was no idle talk either, and we chatted with each other one by one.

An aunt with wrinkles on her face said: "I'm old, and I don't have a few good years to live. If I can work in the washing house for a few years, get a salary, and then save a dowry for my old daughter, I'll die."

You can also close your eyes."

The person next to me said curiously: "Mrs. Zhou, you came to the laundry room to save a dowry for your daughter? It's rare. Most people come here to find a wife for their son. Alas."

Aunt Zhou said: "I also take care of my son, but I take care of him from the front. I'm old now, so I can take care of my daughter in my spare time..."

…

The aunt and the aunt were in the same group, and they talked about each other. There was also Qing Zhuang in the second bathroom, and Qing Zhuang was on the other side. They chatted and laughed, but the laughter was somewhat obscene.

A young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks laughed and said: "I received my wages a while ago and walked to Diwa Alley. Guess what? Sister Chun was still holding me in her arms at dawn and was reluctant to let go! Her waist was so soft.

, it almost turned into a puddle of water.”

"Really that soft? Why don't I believe it... Unless, after work today, you take me to have a look!"

"Hey, you two, if you don't even think about saving up the money you exchanged for your life, how can you give it all to the girl in the alley? It won't work! You won't be at a loss."

"What's the loss?" the sharp-mouthed man said, "In this world, life counts day by day, and I don't want to save money! My whole family is dead, and I am the only one left. Who can I spend the savings on? Hey..."

There was still a lingering sound in this "Hey", but the sharp-mouthed man who was talking suddenly rolled his eyes and fell to the ground on the spot.

While the person next to him was supporting him, he subconsciously reached under his nose and then screamed with a trembling voice: "Dead, dead!"
Chapter completed!