When it got dark, I drank another bowl of medicine in the morning and ran back to my room to sleep.

Although they didn't know whether Liao Liuyun would be infected, everyone still isolated the two of her. Liao Liuyun said that she could sleep alone, so she went to an empty room. She lay alone on her two-meter-long bed in the morning.

, rolling to and fro, until late at night before falling asleep vaguely.

Although she was consciously dreaming, due to her light sleep, she could still detect some movement from the outside world. For example, she had a layer of sweat on her body, which stuck to her skin thinly, making her very uncomfortable.

She wanted to get out of the quilt, blow in the cold air, and calm down the evil fire, but she couldn't move. Her hands and feet were restrained, and she was so entangled in her sleep that she couldn't fully wake up.

When she was half asleep and half awake, Zhuchen felt a pair of icy hands on her face. The coolness was like an icy spring in the desert, suppressing the discomfort and heat all over her body. She couldn't think about every inch of her body.

Reason is clamoring to get closer.

Then when she tried to move her face closer, the hands were removed, and the stuffy quilt covering her body was lifted up again.

In Zhuchen's dream, he turned into a wild monkey trapped under the Wuzhi Mountain. He was not Sun Wukong. He didn't have any magical powers. He had grown hair all over his body and could only move with his brain. And there was drizzle in the sky, and from a distance.

The drizzle drifting down the ravine gradually threatened to drown her.

This feeling was too painful, and my breathing became worse day by day, and the expression on my face became more ferocious.

Finally, the mountain of cotton became lighter, allowing her to breathe easier.

"Zhuchen?"

Zhuchen said aggrievedly, "Yeah."

Someone pushed her gently and called again: "Zhuchen?"

Zhuchen finally woke up a little bit, but still couldn't open his eyes and asked hazily: "What's wrong?"

Feng Buye opened his mouth, and the moonlight revealed the confused outline of his sharp-lined face. If Zhuchen looked up at this time, he would probably be able to see Feng Buye's slightly closed eyelashes and deep gaze.

He had several questions to ask, but after careful consideration, he pushed them back and finally died in his stomach. He put Zhuchen's freed hand back into the quilt, patted her head and said, "It's nothing."

, you go to sleep. Don’t kick the quilt, just sweat for a while and you’ll be fine.”

Zhuchen's mind was confused and she couldn't think clearly about the meaning of his words, but after listening to his softly whispered instructions, all she imagined in her mind was his gentle care. Knowing that he was here to see her, she smiled lightly and said

: "Master is so kind to me."

Feng Buye also smiled with her, but the smile was not very sincere. Seeing a lot of sweat on her forehead, he gently wiped her with his sleeves and said in a low voice: "Your senior brother and junior brother have always thought that I am strict."

Zhuchen read these words carefully several times before replying: "Treat them harshly, but treat me well."

She was sleeping peacefully and her voice was soft and soft, as if she was saying the most sincere words with the most innocent expression, making people easily relax their vigilance.

Feng Buye just looked at her and asked before he even realized it.

"Do you like me because I treat you well?"

It was too late to regret what he said. Feng Buye frowned, and the hands hanging on the quilt curled up and tightened.

The cool night breeze blew in through the cracks in the window, blowing up a few strands of long black hair.

The gentle breeze, which should obviously leave no trace, now has a bit more noise. It can stir up ripples in the calm water surface, and can lift the gurgling sound of the river into the air.

Feng Buye said softly: "Go to sleep."

Zhuchen was still thinking: Didn't you like me first?

She asked: "Then do you still like me?"

No answer.

The night sky suddenly became extremely quiet.

Zhuchen finally opened her eyes, with a blur of water vapor in her vision. She lay there for a long time before raising her hands to rub her face.

It's as charming as a dream. Maybe when she wakes up after another nap, she will think so.

On the second day, he waited until the sun rose three poles before getting up early in the morning.

Her body temperature has gone down, and her body is not as limp as yesterday, which proves that Huai Xie's medicine is really effective. After changing her clothes, she went back to the house to change the bedding, and saw a knot on the side of her bed.

.

The bright red color and somewhat clumsy craftsmanship were the sword spikes she had hung on Hanxu Sword before, and were later refined by Feng Buye with silk added to them. At this moment, this thing was lying so quietly next to the pillow,

I don't know how long I stayed.

Zhuchen picked it up, put it in the palm of his hand, and muttered: "What do you mean?"

At this time, there were three rapid knocks outside the door, followed by the door being pushed open.

In Chaowen, the only one who dared to rush in after knocking on the door without waiting for an answer was his junior brother.

Zhuchen turned around and slapped him on the head accurately, but the force was not too strong, causing the junior brother to scream exaggeratedly.

His enthusiasm for acting didn't last more than two seconds. One moment he was covering his head, and the next moment he jumped in front of her and asked happily: "Little senior sister, are you feeling better?"

Zhuchen pressed the back of his neck and turned his neck. Hearing the crisp sound of bones, he stretched and said with a smile: "It's good."

Feng Changyin beamed: "Senior brother Huai Xie is very worried about you. He went to collect medicine for you last night, and this morning he took senior brother Wei Xie to refine elixirs. You will be fine now that you have recovered!"

Zhuchen had a headache when she thought of the tonics that Huai Xie would prepare for her. The eldest brother is good at everything, but he is just like the old lady, he likes to add nourishing herbs to everything, regardless of whether it tastes good or not.

He also has a theoretical basis and everything he says is right. He has to watch you drink several large bowls before you can rest assured.

Feng Changyin said sadly: "He said we would have chicken for lunch today."

Zhuchen is also very sad, which means that the chicken soup at noon today will be flavored with Chinese medicine.

The younger junior brother came up with an idea: "I'll go hide at Master's place. Do you think it's feasible?"

When Zhuchen heard him talking about his master, he put the sword spike in his hand back into his sleeve and advised him not to go and fight him.

"I've been sick, why does it feel like it's been a long time?" Zhuchen said, holding his forehead, "I'll go look around the city."

Junior Brother Mao Sui recommended himself: "Let me go with you! When you go to Qianren Sect, I will take care of all the farmland!"

In fact, it only lasted a few days, but Zhuchen couldn't bear to dampen his enthusiasm, so he followed him to the farmland as the first stop.

The seasons have changed recently, and the weather has been alternately hot and cold, so Abald has started to lose hair.

At first, there were people following it to pick up its feathers, and the thicker feathers were collected, which are very suitable for decoration or clothing. Although it is hard and not soft enough, it is very warm and has a wide range of uses.

Later, the people discovered that all the black chicks in the city were losing their feathers crazily, so they simply ignored them and just took a broom to clean them several times every morning and evening, and then collected the feathers for unified arrangement and disposal.

Therefore, the middle-aged monk was right when he said something yesterday. In Chaowen, we can indeed see the feathers of black chicks frequently recently, and the city appearance is untidy.

Hygiene must be kept clean!

Zhuchen anxiously wrote in a small notebook: Increase the number and wages of cleaning workers.

The junior brother said: "Atu has lost weight."

Although it has lost so much hair and is still not bald, its size has shrunk completely compared to winter. Even the chicken has become more delicate.

Zhuchen searched around and found that the demon chicken that could only create lethal noise was not there. He asked curiously: "Where is Atu?"

The junior brother showed her the way and complained: "Just look at the ground in front. It doesn't go anywhere recently, it just lies in the Tongguo field to bask in the sun. Eat something when it's thirsty, turn over when it's cold, it's a very comfortable life."

"

...What a delicious and lazy piece of waste.

As I walked over in the morning, as expected, I saw Ah Tu lying limply on the ground, looking like a giant garbage bag.

It used to stand up with its head held high and its wings high every morning when seen, so as to show its momentum and strength as the boss. Now it just nodded reservedly, with its wings tightly pressed against its side, and looked around arrogantly.

It is probably also afraid that it will lose all its feathers and fall into the crisis of baldness in middle age.

If this is bald, it is really bald and will never grow back.

Atu asked her loudly: What are you doing here?

It said in its eyes that it wanted to communicate with Zhuchen about its life, but Zhuchen just flapped its wings and went in to check on the farmland.

The output of Tongguo can now meet a certain sales demand. However, because the external market price is high and the demand is large, it is better to come outside first. If people in the city want to eat, they can go to the mall based on their status and use the 20% discount.

price to buy.

Zhuchen had nothing to worry about Tongguo, and it was indeed extremely lush in this area. The farmers followed her suggestion and wrote down the yield and growth status of each farmland on a small wooden sign beside it, making it clear at a glance.

After a quick scan of the morning, I turned to look at my potatoes.

Potatoes grown in various ways were moved to the same area.

From the current point of view, there is not much difference between pot culture and farmland culture, which shows that the influence of evil spirit on potato growth is limited.

Based on bamboo planting experience, the first-generation plants given by the system are the most superior in terms of survival rate and yield. The second generation they reproduce may also be able to resist evil spirits, but the growth rate will tend to be normal.

Zhuchen touched the potato leaves and judged: "These potatoes grow very fast, and they will be dug out soon."

The younger brother squatted on the field ridge, licked his lips and asked, "Is this really delicious? Anyway, it's really ugly."

"It's delicious, but you can't eat it yet." Zhuchen said with a smile, "This time the potatoes have to be used to make seeds."

Feng Changyin was extremely disappointed: "Ah?!"

Atu stood not far away and shouted after him, which was like an echo.

Zhuchen said: "But I will bake one for Liao Lioyun. Ask her if she is willing to share half of it with you."

Feng Changyin was very conflicted. After all, fighting for food with children was a violation of his moral bottom line. After fighting for a while, the gods gave up.

I got up in the morning, planned the current farmland, drew a few lines in the air, and said: "Wide this road and level it, and then use it to drive tricycles. This will make it easier for people to carry things."

.Especially those who are afraid of black chicks, they can handle it alone."

Junior Brother: "Tricycle?"

"right."
Chapter completed!