Li Qingyang, Lu Qianqian and other disciples took over the sect's mission and came to Qingyang Village to start looking for targets to complete the mission.
"A disciple of the Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect?"
"Dog...Jun Changxiao, that brat, when did you accept so many disciples?"
"Under the big banyan tree, a young man who looks like a big girl said he was ordered by the master to write letters for us on behalf of Zhao Xiucai."
The villagers of Qingyang Village gathered at the entrance of the village to discuss.
Li Qingyang, who was sitting under the big tree, felt hurt when he heard everyone describing him as a big girl.
In fact, he looks quite sunny and masculine. The reason why he is regarded as a girl is because of his bright martial arts clothes.
Not long after, a white-haired old woman with a cane walked slowly over.
Li Qingyang said: "Grandma, do you want to write a letter?"
The white-haired old woman tilted her ears and said, "My child, what did you just say?"
"I said, are you here to write a letter?" Li Qingyang's voice became much louder.
The white-haired old woman still didn't hear clearly. She shook her skinny hand, pointed to her ear and said, "I'm old and hard of hearing, so I can't hear clearly."
Li Qingyang had no choice but to write the words "Are you here to write a letter" on the paper.
By chance, Xiao Sinji, who was carrying two buckets of dung, came from the alley. When he saw the second senior brother showing the paper to the old woman, he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
Li Qingyang heard the movement and looked over, saying: "Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"
Xiao Sinji forcibly stabilized his body to prevent the two buckets of dung from falling. He broke down and said, "Senior brother, do you think she can read?"
Li Qingyang slapped his forehead and said: "I forgot, most of the villagers in Qingyang Village are illiterate, and I can't understand even if I write."
He shouted from Qi Luck Dantian: "Are you here to write a letter?"
The white-haired old woman heard this this time, but she tapped her cane and said, "My dear, can't you please lower your voice? My ears are almost deafened by you."
"Plop."
Li Qingyang collapsed directly on the table.
…
In the courtyard covered with fallen leaves.
Lu Qianqian, dressed in white clothes, stands tall and graceful like a hibiscus emerging from water, her soft little hands filled with light spiritual power.
"brush!"
She raised her wrist slightly.
However, the bamboo broom he was holding couldn't bear the force and broke into pieces.
Lu Qianqian frowned slightly and said, "Why did it break again?"
Looking around, I saw that three bamboo brooms were broken under my feet. They died miserably.
"Aunt... girl..." Aunt Wang, who was hiding in the distance and using a dustpan to protect herself, said in fear: "You... are you here to sweep the floor, or are you here to kill people?"
"snort."
Lu Qianqian threw the broken broom on the ground and said angrily: "I said I wouldn't do it, but the boss still asked me to do it."
Leader?
Aunt Wang thought of Jun Changxiao.
I cursed in my heart: "You bastard, what do you mean?"
"Hoo ho!"
Suddenly, waves of air blew over.
Aunt Wang hurriedly raised the winnowing tree, but she still took a glance and saw the beautiful girl waving her hands in the air, causing the leaves on the ground to be stirred and condensed together.
"Much easier to use than a broom."
Lu Qianqian cast a cold look and said, "Hey, where do you throw all this garbage?"
"Door...outside the door..." Aunt Wang pointed quickly to the outside of the courtyard.
"brush!"
Lu Qianqian made a mistake in her steps, as if dancing gracefully, her tender white jade palms moved in the air, and the gathered leaves flew out of the wall.
"Plop."
Su Xiaomo, who was looking for Xiao Huang all over the village, happened to be passing by outside and was hit on the head by a large leaf and branch, making her extremely embarrassed.
"Pfft haha!"
The disciples who were doing tasks separately saw their senior brother covered in leaves and couldn't help laughing.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
At this moment, Xiao Sinji, who was carrying dung, rushed down from the uphill slope. Because he could not control the pole, the two buckets of dung swayed left and right, and a lot of dung suddenly splashed on their faces.
"Ha ha!"
Seeing the two junior brothers' faces covered with chicken manure, Su Xiaomo laughed loudly.
After arriving at Pingpo, Xiao Sinji finally stabilized the two buckets of dung, turned around awkwardly and said: "Brother, I'm sorry..."
"Hoo ho!"
The two disciples with feces on their faces came closer with their eyes flashing red.
Seeing this, Xiao Sinji hurriedly picked up a pole and ran away.
"Don't let him get away!"
The two disciples quickly chased after him. Regardless of the dirty chicken manure, they directly reached into the bucket, smeared it on his face, and then grinned: "It's even."
"Hahaha."
Su Xiaomo almost burst into tears laughing.
"Bang!"
Another pile of leaves flew from the wall and hit him on the head. He immediately rolled his eyes and fell down.
…
There are not many people in Qingyang Village, only a few hundred people. Most of the strong men go out to work, while the old, weak, women and children stay behind, making it a bit boring on weekdays.
After the disciples of Tieguzhengzheng arrived, they went from house to house doing tasks, and it became lively.
Gradually, the villagers understood that the disciples of the Gou Sheng sect were here to do voluntary labor for everyone, and they readily accepted it.
"Mr. Li, I want to write a letter."
Under the banyan tree, an old man in his 70s said with a smile: "Give this to my second son in town, so that he can focus more on studying instead of just playing."
Li Qingyang started writing.
Over the past few hours, he has written letters to five villagers.
Some are written to my son, and some are written to relatives in other places. Most of the contents are mainly about home affairs. Although they are very simple, they are valuable in their simplicity.
After finishing writing the letter, Li Qingyang said thoughtfully: "I understand, the leader wants me to listen to their hearts in order to understand something from them."
…
"Pop!"
In the courtyard, Lu Qianqian clapped her hands and said, "It's almost done."
There is only a fallen leaf on the ground and a trace of dust. It is much cleaner than sweeping it with a bamboo broom.
Aunt Wang collapsed at the door of the hall, looking like she was about to cry without tears.
The yard has been swept clean and dust-free, but the several big trees that were planted at the time were leafy and leafy, are now bare, even the branches have been torn off and only the trunks are left.
This is not the point, the point is... all kinds of vegetables grown in the vegetable patch in the yard were uprooted and thrown out.
"Does the room still need to be cleaned?"
"brush!"
Aunt Wang jumped up, guarded the door and said: "Girl, I will take care of the room myself, so I don't need to trouble you."
"no."
Lu Qianqian said: "The boss said that I will help you with housework."
With a wave of his hand, he pulled her out and walked into the main room. He immediately heard the sound of "clang-dang" and "clang-dang" teacups and iron basins clashing.
"Ah!"
Aunt Wang held her head and looked up to the sky and cursed: "You bastard, you sent people to torture me on purpose, right?"
…
Dusk is coming.
In the main hall, there was the smell of chicken manure. Jun Changxiao pinched his nose and said, "Please give me a bath!"
"Brush! Brush!"
Xiao Sinji and others disappeared instantly.
Li Qingyang said: "Master, the junior brothers have completed their task brilliantly today."
Jun Changxiao was startled and said: "Why has your voice become hoarse?"
Hearing this, Li Qingyang almost burst into tears and said, "The clients are all elderly men and women, and none of them are deaf."
"Why."
Jun Changxiao patted his shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Um?"
He glanced at the disciples and said, "Where is Qianqian? Why didn't he come back with you?"
"Boom! Boom!"
Suddenly, the ground shook.
Jun Changxiao raised his head, looked at the dust falling from the beams, and said, "Earthquake?"
"You bastard, get out of here!"
Suddenly, a loud roar came from outside the hall.
"Aunt Wang?"
Jun Changxiao hurriedly walked out, but suddenly stepped back, holding one hand on the edge of the door in fright.
In the martial arts arena, Aunt Wang held a kitchen knife in one hand and a rolling pin in the other. She was filled with murderous intent, and the earth shook with every step she took.
"Head."
Lu Qianqian stood at the corner of the gate and said calmly: "If she insists on coming to thank you, even my disciples can't stop her."
"Gudu."
Jun Changxiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said hurriedly: "Aunt Wang, if you have something to say...ah, Aunt Wang is going to kill someone!"