"Ahem, um, Linglong, I see you only change two pieces of clothes every day. These days, you help Da Ya take care of the children to eat, drink and relieve themselves. Thank you for your hard work."

I bought this dress and these pieces of jewelry for you. See if you like it. If you like it, go and put on all these clothes and jewelry in the house and let the children see it too!"

Yang Donglai handed two of the beautiful dresses and some jewelry to Li Linglong.

"No, no, no, the clothes I'm wearing are enough to change. Sister, these clothes are only suitable for you to wear."

Li Linglong's face was flushed with embarrassment. It felt like it was the first time a man bought him such things as jewelry, and she quickly shook her head and waved her hands in refusal.

"Godmother, the clothes daddy bought are so beautiful. Put them on quickly and let us see what they are like. Just wear what I bought for you!"

The girls all joined in the fun, and Dayue Xiaoyue forced herself to give the thing to Li Linglong, looking impatient.

Li Linglong took the clothes and jewelry and was about to give them to Da Ya.

"Sister Linglong, why are our family so polite? Let's go. Anyway, we have already bought these clothes. Let's go to the house and put them on."

Da Ya took Li Linglong, each carrying clothes and jewelry, and went directly to the room. Li Linglong couldn't refuse in the end and had no choice but to nod.

"Wow! Mom and godmother, you look so beautiful wearing the clothes and jewelry that daddy bought!"

The two women changed their clothes from the room, put on their gold and silver jewelry, and walked out.

Several girls couldn't help but praise him repeatedly.

Yang Donglai on the side also had the same eyes shining brightly.

Wearing this decoration, Da Ya looks even more luxurious, and she looks like a rich wife at first glance.

In addition to looking luxurious, Li Linglong looks very noble under this outfit and the aura of a cultivator. She looks like the eldest lady of one of those official families.

"Well, Da Ya, you look so beautiful in this outfit and these gold and silver jewelry. My wife is different!"

Yang Donglai looked at Li Linglong again: "Ahem, Linglong, you are really beautiful too, very beautiful!" ωωw..net

As Yang Dong finished speaking, a treasure bottle of good fortune was sprayed in his mind, and a message was sent to him.

(The task is completed, the trapped fairy picture is reproduced, and can be extracted at any time.)

Yang Donglai was so excited that the task was finally completed, and he also took a deep breath in his heart.

Li Linglong blushed instantly when Yang Donglai praised her like this and gave him a fierce look.

"Haha, yes, Sister Linglong, when you are wearing this outfit with gold and silver jewelry, you are truly beautiful! No matter how I look at my sister, she looks like one of those princesses in the palace!"

Li Linglong was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "No way, my sister is the most beautiful!"

Yang Donglai had no time to chat with them. He had already been thinking about the replica of the Sleeping Immortal Picture and came to the room alone.

As he opened his hand with his thoughts, there was a picture scroll in his hand.

Then he was even more surprised later.

As the bottle started to shine again, three objects sprayed out one after another, Bailie was in his mind.

First, I put the scroll in my hand aside and immersed myself in the three items in my mind.

A small porcelain vase, I don't know what's in it.

There was also a bunch of stuff that was just shipped, and I couldn’t even figure out what it was.

The third one looks like something like pine nuts.

First, he condensed his soul power into a hand, touched the small bottle, and sent the message of his mind to him.

(Photographic Memory Smart Potion has the conditions. As the village chief, you have to chop wood and carry water for Widow Zhang’s family. The time limit is three days.)

"Damn it, did you make a mistake? It's this mission again. Oh, it seems I can't escape it!"

Then he touched the second object, the thing wrapped in a halo. (Call the wind and rain, possess the conditions, rob the second-rate son's property in public, time limit, one hour.)

"This is actually the art of summoning wind and rain. Haha, good thing. This is a magical power!"

"But this mission is really embarrassing for me. I, the village chief, am going to attack the villagers and also rob the second-rate guy in public. How can I successfully complete the mission?"

"Hey, I almost forgot. We have the function of changing. I'm afraid of a bird. This bottle doesn't indicate that it can't change into other forms. Well, you can rob a scoundrel in public. This will be fun. It must be fun!

"

Then he looked at the third object and touched it.

(Enlightenment of pine nuts, possession of conditions, stealing Ergouzi’s wine, no less than ten kilograms each time, time limit, ten days!)

"Asking me to be a thief, what kind of mission is this! Oh, Ergouzi, there is no other way, not even the village chief. When the time comes, I hope you won't blame me!"

Finally I picked up the scroll again.

As the show unfolds, watch carefully.

All the scenery in this painting looks lifelike.

The two most conspicuous locations above include a city, houses of various sizes, architectural streets, etc., and the other is a large area of ​​mountains, forests and rivers, which look real and illusory.

With the previous experience of the Lingtian scroll, as I explored it with my mind, I came to this scroll as a whole.

First of all, at the gate of the city in the scroll, I was shocked to see all the scenes in all directions.

When I looked at this painting from the outside just now, I didn't feel anything.

But at this time, when I came to this scroll, I felt like I had actually walked into a city, but it was just less populated and lively.

After touring the entire city and the mountains and forests outside the city, he could not help but admire the wonder of the trapped immortal picture.

But what made him feel strange was that he couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power in it. He was sure that even the cultivators inside would definitely retreat in terms of cultivation as long as time passed.

, it will not increase by half a point.

This is still a replica of the Sleeping Immortal Picture. If it were the original version, I don’t know how powerful it would be.

late at night.

Yang Donglai tossed and turned, feeling like he couldn't fall asleep.

I'm thinking about cutting wood and carrying water for Widow Zhang's house tomorrow, but I'm also afraid that my wife will be angry with me, and I'm even more afraid that the villagers will see her gossiping. It's really difficult!

"What's wrong with you tonight? Look at the worried look on your face. What are you thinking about? Did something happen?"

Da Ya had long been surprised to see him like that.

"Da Ya, there is something I want to discuss with you."

"Just tell me what's going on."

Yang Donglai opened his mouth, then thought about what he was worried about: "Forget it, it's okay, let's go to sleep."

"It's inexplicable, just don't tell me."

Daya glared at him angrily, then blew out the candle, covered herself with quilt and rested.

The next morning.

Yang Donglai filled up the two large tanks at home early, and then walked out of the house. Looking behind, Da Ya always felt that something was wrong with him today, but he didn't know what was wrong. Fortunately, in the end, he

I ignored him.

At this time, Yang Donglai had already started to check in for the first day of chopping wood and carrying water for Widow Zhang's family.

From the moment I left home, I seemed a little sneaky along the way, looking left and right, for fear of being caught by someone.

Finally we arrived at the door of Widow Zhang’s house.

Yang Donglai wandered around, his hands sweating, but he was so entangled that he finally gritted his teeth and reached out to knock on the door.

"Hey, it's the village chief. Why are you here, village chief? Do you want to see me for something?"

Zhang Hongying, the widow, opened the door just in time.

He was holding two wooden buckets with water carrying poles, and it looked like he was going to the ancestral hall to fetch water.

Behind them are a pair of children, daughter Ma Cuicui, seven years old, and son Ma Xiaoqiang, five years old.

"Oh, ahem, as the village chief, I came to your house today to see if you need any help. How is the living situation at home recently? If there is anything you need help with, just tell me as the village chief.

Just come out."

"You are going to fetch water. Come here and give it to me. I will fetch water for you."

As Yang Dong spoke, he directly took the bucket from Zhang Hongying's hand.

"Ah! Village chief, no, no, no, I can do these things myself."

Zhang Hongying's face was full of gratitude, but at the same time she was a little panicked. She didn't ask the village chief to fetch water for her family, so she quickly grabbed it again.

But how could she surpass Yang Donglai in terms of strength?

Yang Donglai took the wooden bucket and walked directly towards the well water. Zhang Hongying chased him for a few steps and stopped again. He was afraid that others would see him gossiping. In the end, he had to sigh deeply and at the same time, he had some questions.

The village chief’s gratitude.

"Village chief, you are here to fetch water for home!"

There were already many people queuing up near the well of the ancestral hall.

"Oh, hehe, yes, fetch water."

It was okay for him to fetch water for his own house just now, but now, when he fetched water for Widow Zhang's house, facing the looks of the villagers, he felt a little guilty.

Yang Donglai arrived at the end of the queue, carrying two full buckets of water on his shoulders, and walked straight towards Widow Zhang's house.

"Village Chief, you have walked down the aisle, why can't you even recognize the front door of your own house?"

Some people saw Yang Donglai carrying two buckets of water, crossing the gate of his house and walking in the other direction. They thought Yang Donglai had made a mistake and shouted a reminder.

"Ahem, I am carrying water for Zhang Hongying's family. Their family is a poor household in our village. No matter how much I say, as the village chief, it is my duty to help them with some work. You think this is the truth!"

Yang Donglai looked at them with a solemn expression, aboveboard and candidly, and then continued to walk towards Widow Zhang's house, carrying water.
Chapter completed!