Jiang Ning stepped forward, regardless of the smell, reached out to pick up the mud on the ground, and rinsed it with clean water.
Sure enough, the washed mud turned into a piece of white cloth, which looked almost new.
Jingping Village is a poor and remote place, and the villagers cannot afford to eat more than a few meals of meat throughout the year. How can they get the money to buy this kind of fabric to make clothes... Jiang Ning suddenly remembered what the waiter said to him when he was at the Dunerzhuang Horse Station.<
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Before Jiang Ning arrived, two other people rented horses and came to Jingping Village.
Could these clothes belong to those two people? If so, how could their clothes appear in the pig's belly?
Just as Jiang Ning was thinking about it, he heard footsteps behind him. He suddenly turned around and saw the old village chief Sun Youzhi staring at him with a silly smile.
"Uncle, what's the matter?" he asked.
The old village chief didn't answer, but fortunately his son Sun Hu came to relieve the situation and made his father sit next to him.
"Shangxian, I made you laugh." Sun Hu said honestly and kindly.
Jiang Ning smiled and said: "No problem, Village Chief Sun, let me ask you something. Apart from the two of us, has anyone else come in in the village?"
Sun Hu thought for a while, shook his head and said: "There must be no one. The big locust tree at the head of the village scares people to death. Except for a living god with great ability like you, who would dare to come in?"
Wrong!
Someone had obviously come in before him, and if Ma Yi's clerk was lying, then the piece of fabric in his hand couldn't fool anyone!
Sun Hu was lying...Jiang Ning didn't expose it, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, since our senior brothers and sisters are here, we will definitely help you deal with the village affairs."
"Okay, I would like to thank the immortal on behalf of our village."
High-end ingredients often only require simple cooking. After busy for more than an hour, a man surnamed Chen who came to help kill the pigs added a few fires and opened the lid of the big black pot. A tempting aroma suddenly filled the pot.
The strong young man on the field swallowed his saliva.
Chopped green onions, chili peppers, ginger and garlic are added with fennel and star anise. When cooked, add some salt and sauce, and then sprinkle some home-brewed spirits to remove the smell. Put the pot down over high heat. The taste will be as good as eating it.
People who are used to delicacies from mountains and seas want to try something new when they smell it.
The man surnamed Chen put the cooked pig offal into a basin and happily carried it to the table with the man who helped him.
The villagers helped kill pigs, so what they were waiting for was this pig-killing dish.
Six or seven pig-killers, plus the Sun family and two brothers and sisters from Jiang Ning, sat around the table. Sun Hu even brought out a jar of good wine that he was reluctant to drink on weekdays, for fear of neglecting the two Jiang Nings.<
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Wang Yan was not very willing at first, but she was really hungry after not eating at noon, and the aroma of cooking made her greedy, so she didn't care whether eating anything would cause trouble.
Except for the giggling old village chief and the expressionless old woman, the rest of the people at the table were somewhat reserved. When they came, they heard that Jiang Ning and the two were immortals from Qingling College. Although there were many people in the village before.
Even if there are gods, everyone will eat at the same table.
But after all, they were immortals who came out of their own village. When they were children, they more or less went to the river with their bare buttocks and touched loaches together. They were no better than these two outsiders who came back to the village for the first time.
Jiang Ning noticed their restraint and didn't say anything. He picked up the pig intestines as long as chopsticks, grabbed them with his hands and ate them. Not to mention his air of being a fairy, even his noble son's air was taken away by this bite.
No more food.
When several men saw this, they laughed one after another.
This must be the most unlikeable immortal they have ever seen.
On the table, a drunk young man was changing glasses, and a drunk young man secretly looked at Wang Yan from time to time. When he was discovered, he immediately averted his eyes, blushed and drank with the brother next to him. Wang Yan, who had never been exposed to fireworks, was also moved by it.
I was not used to it at first, but gradually I started to like this kind of atmosphere.
After drinking for three rounds, Sun Hu put away his smile and got down to business.
"Master Jiang, when are you two going to take action? If the evil spirit is not eliminated, the village will never have peace."
Hearing this, the other men stopped playing around and turned their attention to Jiang Ning and Wang Yan.
Jiang Ning put down his wine bowl and said boldly and gracefully: "If that evil beast is not eliminated for a day, the two of us will not leave for a day, so you can rest assured."
Under the table, a delicate white hand pinched his thigh hard.
After drinking and eating, six or seven men each shared a piece of meat and carried it home on straw ropes. The noisy and bustling fence yard gradually became deserted.
In the room, the candlelight flickered, flickering on and off.
Jiang Ning sat at the table and asked with a half-smile, "Did you enjoy the meal tonight?"
Wang Yan sat on the bed and shook her calves, saying proudly: "Of course."
"Then do you know what to do before killing a pig?"
Wang Yan tilted her head, not understanding what he wanted to say, and asked doubtfully: "How would I know? Didn't you stare at me in the courtyard outside all afternoon, and now you are asking me?"
Jiang Ning smiled and said: "Before killing the pigs, you have to fatten them first."
Boom!
If Wang Yan was struck by lightning, her straight and slender legs would no longer shake.
She looked at Jiang Ning blankly, and asked with some uncertainty: "You...don't scare me, they all have no spiritual energy, and don't you yourself also eat well?" "Why don't you eat something delicious? Didn't I tell you? You'll have to be a dead ghost until you die." Jiang Ning got up and walked towards the bed, saying: "Get up, according to what I said in the afternoon, you and I are going to die today."
We take turns keeping watch at night. The first half of the night is yours. I'll take a nap first."
I saw him stretching out and lying on the bed for a while before he snored slightly.
Wang Yan angrily walked to the table and sat down, and said angrily: "You slept soundly. If I had known you were like this, I might as well have replaced a pig as a helper. I'm so angry."
"Little Junior Sister Wang, I told you last time, don't say bad things in front of the master, or you may get beaten."
On the bed, Jiang Ning turned over and continued to sleep.
Wang Yan waved her fist at his back in a demonstrative manner, without noticing that a figure appeared outside their room.
Insects chirp and frogs chirp, and the night falls.
The village, which had extinguished its candles early, seemed to be invisible, completely covered by the night.
At this time, in an uninhabited dilapidated thatched house in the village, a wisp of fire ignited with a crackling sound.
"Damn knife slave, you killed someone and you haven't come back yet!" The young man sat in the haystack and cursed angrily.
The two people in the thatched house are Li Gu and Wang Jin who have been waiting for the sword slave for a long time.
As the legitimate son of the Li family, he has never suffered such injustice since he was a child, sleeping in the wilderness.
Wang Jin added firewood to the fire, bringing a touch of warmth to the thatched house.
"Senior Dao is not familiar with the terrain here, so it will definitely take some trouble to catch up rashly."
Li Gu snorted coldly, but he also knew that he had no other choice but to wait for him to come to him.
"Tell me, why did the dean give such a question to Wang Yan?" Li Gu, who was bored after sitting for a while, took the initiative to chat with Wang Jin and said, "How can you live in this village for seven days?
Exam?"
Wang Jin said without thinking: "Did you forget the big locust tree we came in from?"
"What do you mean?" Li Gu reacted and said, "You mean, there might be a murderous evil cultivator in the village?"
Throwing the dry wooden sticks he picked up into the bonfire, Wang Jin said without raising his head: "If the person is okay, the person who is afraid of killing is not the person..."