The village chief stared at the strange two people in front of him with a serious face and warned: "I won't ask you why you pretend to be refugees. I just told you in advance that I will only allow you to stay in the village for three days. After three days,
You must leave. Do not cause any damage to the village during this period, otherwise... you will bear the consequences."
Yan Shaoting had never been angry like this before, not to mention that the person opposite him who was scorning him was a mortal who had never practiced cultivation.
His expression immediately changed, and the atmosphere became dull and depressing.
Seeing that he was about to get angry, Yi Lanshan quickly held down his hand that was resting on the sword, with a warning in her eyes, signaling him not to act out of anger.
Yan Shaoting still respected his chief senior sister, and his expression softened instantly, but he still looked impatient.
The village chief was very alert and had noticed their actions long ago, and he grunted dissatisfied.
If it weren't for the simple folk customs and benevolent nature of the village, they wouldn't even be allowed to enter the village. Look at their gorgeous clothes, swords on their waists, and extraordinary conversation. How could they be refugees? They don't know how to pretend to make up a lie.
Pretending.
Yi Lanshan apologized to the village chief: "Sorry, my little brother is not sensible. We will abide by the rules and never cause trouble in the village."
"Just, could you trouble the village chief to find us a place to stay for three days?"
"There are no..." idle houses in the village.
Before he finished speaking, someone knocked on the door "Dudu" outside the house.
"Who is it?"
"Village chief, it's me. I'm here to get the basket and go to the fields to help Aunt Huo break off the corn."
Third Aunt Huo was the wife of the village elder. The village elder had an old injury on her waist and could not work hard, so Zhang Zheng helped Third Aunt Huo with farm work.
The village chief's cold face was as cold as ice melting, and he smiled kindly, with his face wrinkled into a pile. As he stood up and opened the door, he responded: "Oh, it's really hard for you, Miss Zhang. I'll open the door right now."
Seeing the village chief's face change faster than the sky, Yan Shaoting cursed softly: "This old guy treats him too differently." He didn't have a good face towards them.
The old wooden door opened inward, making a creaking sound that scratched my ears. Zhang Zheng smiled and said hello: "The village chief looks quite good today."
The village chief waved his hands and said: "Don't mention it, I'm just so angry that I'm rosy today."
"Come in quickly."
The village chief said hello, turned around and walked into the room.
Zhang Zheng's smiling eyebrows suddenly stiffened when she touched the two people standing upright in the room.
Yan Shaoting had never seen Zhang Zheng, but Yi Lanshan was familiar with him. When their eyes met, their eyes flickered, and they looked shocked.
"Come in and have a cup of soy milk. Your aunt specially cooked it this morning. It's in the kitchen pot. I'll heat it up for you."
The village chief waved to her, and before walking to the kitchen, he turned back and added: "These two guys are the ones your uncle Jin said were fleeing. Please ignore them. I will be back in a moment."
Zhang Zheng nodded blankly, and after realizing it, he quickly pushed Huo Miaomiao who was peeking behind her, urging her to leave quickly.
Turning around and closing the door, Zhang Zheng walked up to Yi Lanshan and the others in a few steps, raised his hands and greeted, "Fellow Taoist Yi."
Only then did Yi Lanshan's concealed suspicion disappear completely, and she lowered her voice and laughed, "It's really Fellow Daoist Zhang. To meet him here can be regarded as a fate that we have come thousands of miles to meet."
Zhang Zheng smiled back and said, "I wonder if my friend can tell me why he pretended to be a refugee outside the village? If there are difficulties, I will do my best to help."
"Then thank you Taoist Fellow Zhang. It's not convenient to talk here. I'll discuss it with you in detail later."
Seeing the two of them talking and laughing, Yan Shaoting was confused and said, "Senior sister, do you know this fellow Daoist Zhang? Why are you in this village? And you have such a good relationship with that old guy?"
"Zhang Daoyou's surname is Zhang Mingzheng, and he is a disciple of Wanxuan Sect."
Yi Lanshan turned to Zhang Zheng again and introduced Yan Shaoting to her, "This is my junior fellow student, whose surname is Yan and whose given name is Shaoting."
Zhang Zheng curled up his lips, cupped his hands and said, "Zhang Zheng of Wanxuan Sect has met fellow Taoist Yan. I also came here by chance. I am lucky enough to be able to stay in the village temporarily."
"Oh, here comes the soy milk."
Along with the shouting, the village chief's footsteps came closer and closer from the kitchen.
Zhang Zheng hurriedly said in a low voice: "I would like to trouble these two Taoist friends not to reveal my identity. Zhang Zheng would like to thank these two Taoist friends in advance."
As soon as he finished speaking, the village chief walked into the main room carrying a bowl of steaming soy milk.
"Come on, come on, Zhang Yatou, give it a try. Your aunt's soy milk is very rich and fragrant. It's not hot. I didn't heat it for too long. The temperature is just right."
There was only one bowl of soy milk, which was obviously not enough for the two of them. They looked at each other, feeling bitter inexplicably.
Zhang Zheng hurriedly stepped forward, took the porcelain bowl and held it in both hands, took a sip, raised his head and praised with a smile: "Auntie, this soy milk is really fragrant, smooth and mellow, with the pure fragrance of beans."
Seeing Zhang Zheng pouring all the soy milk into his stomach in a few sips, the village chief was very pleased with it and said with a proud look on his face, "Just like it, you can eat at home after you break off the corn and come back later.
I'll make you a pot and drink it hot with your husband tomorrow morning. Your aunt has cooked a big pot, and we can't finish it even if we just leave it alone."
"Thank you, village chief. You're welcome, Zhang Zheng."
Zhang Zheng then asked curiously: "Village chief, are they the refugees that Uncle Jin mentioned?"
The village chief glanced at the two arrogant people standing aside, and said coldly: "Ha... do they look like they are fleeing in their clothes? They are just two passers-by, staying in the village for three days."
"Borrowing?" Zhang Zheng pondered for a while and said distressedly: "I'm afraid there is no free space in the village to accommodate them. How about letting them sleep for a while in a private school at night."
There is no free space anywhere, and no one can spare a bed if they think about it, but the village chief obviously doesn't want them to live in a villager's house.
Behind the private school was his husband's residence, so Zhang Zheng lived with him there. Occasionally he would sort out books and copy them until late at night or early in the morning, so he would just spend the night on the bedding prepared on the private school floor.
The private school has a desk chair and a quilt and mattress that the husband left there for temporary use. It is a good place to go.
Let them sleep at night and let them go during the day when the children go to school.
After all, it was the twilight month of Shang, and the weather was getting colder and colder. It was really not humane to let them freeze outside.
The village chief thought for a while and agreed: "Okay, let's do it this way. You can walk around the village during the day and go back to the private school at night."
Zhang Zheng gave Yi Lanshan a look to say goodbye in the evening, then picked up his backpack, greeted the village chief, and left.
At night, Zhang Zheng put a large pot of soy milk in a cool place. It was the cool season of autumn, so he didn't worry about the soy milk going bad.
The husband was holding a book and reading it attentively. When he saw Zhang Zheng coming back, he temporarily put down the book and said, "I'm back. The village chief should tell you when it's time."
Recalling what the village chief said at dinner, Zhang Zheng replied: "The village chief has told me that the time will be after March, the winter solstice."
"When the cathode arrives, the yang energy begins to arrive, and the sun reaches its southern solstice. The winter solstice is a good time."
The husband picked up the book again and read it carefully. Zhang Zheng quietly left the room and turned to go to the private school.
"Zhang Daoyou."
Yan Shaoting greeted him in a low mood, lying down on a desk, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Zhang Zheng looked at Yi Lanshan and asked curiously: "What's wrong with fellow Taoist Yan?"
She glanced at him with a look of helplessness in her phoenix eyes.
"It's nothing, it's just that my self-esteem has been damaged. After you left today, we were wandering around the village. We met some children who said that his sword spikes were ugly, so he started to quarrel with the children. He couldn't argue but tried to fight, and was beaten again.
I stopped him and was scolded by other children all the way, and now I am feeling sad alone."
Zhang Zhengning choked, "Well, this is indeed the fault of the children. Tomorrow I will ask my husband to educate them well." If you don't look good, you can't call them ugly in front of others. Why don't you poke people's hearts in front of them?
Chapter completed!