Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 3 But She Has a Goose

Suyang City, Jishanfang.

In the old Song family that had been silent for a long time, on this day, crisp laughter came from the yard.

There are also geese calling: "Goose goose goose, quack quack..."

Song Ciwan: "Hahaha!"

In the yard, the big white goose rushed over, enthusiastically rubbing its head against Song Ciwan's legs, flapping its wings, and suddenly fixed its eyes on the fat intestines that Song Ciwan was carrying in his left hand.

Then, the goose head stopped moving.

"Gah?"

The big white goose flapped its wings, and its whole body jumped back abruptly.

It seems... is it disgusting with the smell of fat intestines?

Song Ciwan: "Hehehe!"

Well, you understand, you just ignore me at this moment, and I will make you unable to climb up later.

What happened to fat intestines?Don’t you know that fat sausage is the best delicacy in the world?The fat intestines of the dolphin demon are also fat intestines!
Song Ciwan took his fat intestines and walked into the stove built by the wall of his house.

There were only two rooms in her house. The east one was originally the residence of Song Youde and his wife. Later, Song Ciwan grew up, and the couple separated a small inner room in the east room for Song Ciwan to use as a boudoir.

The Westinghouse made the hall, where meals and hospitality are served, and important food and other materials are also stored here.

Next to the wall of the west house, a shed was built outside, and the water tank and stove were placed inside, and it was right to be used as a kitchen.

Song Ciwan added firewood to the stove, took out a fire pocket and lit the fire.

The grass velvet was scattered in the cracks of the firewood, and the bright fire quickly ignited.The light of the fire reflected on her beautiful eyebrows, and her movements were as proficient as if she had used this method to light fire thousands of times, without any rustiness or stagnation.

The big white goose is not afraid of the fire, instead, it squeezes close to each other, arching Song Ciwan with its chubby body, rubbing back and forth, very intimate.

This big white goose has just turned half a year old. It is said that the ancestors have a slight relationship with a certain spirit goose for eighteen generations. Song Youde was tricked and brought to his daughter before the accident.

People have said that geese have super high combat effectiveness and are good housekeepers.The little lady is weak, wouldn't it be just right to have such a goose as her companion?
Now, both Song Youde and his wife have passed away, but this goose is still by Song Ciwan's side.

Song Ciwan hugged the goose, and was in a trance for a moment, as if he couldn't tell whether he was the Song Ciwan of the previous life or the Song Ciwan of this life.

Well, what does it matter?Song Ciwan is Song Ciwan.

She ran her hands along the smooth feathers on the goose's back, and said with a slight smile, "Dabai, from now on, we will depend on each other for life."

Where is life without a fairyland?My peace of mind is home.

"We have to keep a low profile, keep abreast of the times, work hard, and practice hard, you know?"

Big White Goose: "Gah!"

Song Ciwan boiled water, washed his body and hair, changed his clothes, and found an oil-paper umbrella from the house, planning to bring it to work tomorrow.

The rain stopped, and it was getting dark.The late setting sun shines with tired soft light, shedding the afterglow in the world, reflecting the small courtyard in the world of mortals.

In the evening, Song Ciwan cooked a sweet potato porridge.The fat intestines were cleaned several times with plant ashes, and then a handful of sauerkraut was stir-fried.

The sour smell stimulated the big white goose to make a continuous "quack" sound, and the saliva dripped from the flat goose's beak, wetting the snow-white feathers on its chest.

Song Ciwan burst out laughing, put the hot and sour sausage on a plate, and teased it: "Don't you dislike this? Why are you still drooling?"

Big White Goose: "Quack!"

The round chest is raised high, and the wings blow out a gust of wind.

Song Ciwan rubbed its head, rubbed its back, and finally put a bowl of porridge with sweet potatoes and mixed grains for it, and picked out some sauerkraut from Feichang's plate for it.

It's not that I'm stingy, I'm reluctant to give it fat intestines, the main reason is that this thing is the offal of a monster after all, and I don't know if poultry like white geese can be eaten.Goose itself is not a carnivore, so if you feed it randomly, don't feed it badly.

Song Ciwan didn't dare to feed the geese with fat sausages, but on a whim, she summoned the heaven and earth scales and put a plate of fat sausages on the scales. She was making a brand new attempt.

[Porpoise demon fat sausage, hot and sour, stir-fried, fragrant, can be sold! 】

Song Ciwan: "...hahaha!"

Sell, sell, sell, this has to sell!
After selling it, Song Ciwan had a longan-sized pill in his hand, which was brown and round.

After paying close attention, she got the information of this elixir: [Zhuangqi Pill, has the power of strengthening Qi and blood, and can assist acquired warriors or immortals at the Qi-entraining stage in their cultivation. 】

Just one word: great!

That night, Song Ciwan took this Zhuangqi Pill and tried to practice the Zuowang Heart Sutra.

Cultivating the truth and refining the Dao should have been unfamiliar to Song Ciwan, but after taking the Zhuang Qi Pill, she quickly sensed the energy gathering in her dantian.

With this obvious sense of aura, Song Ciwan suddenly had a clear understanding of the scriptures of the Zuo Wang Xin Sutra, as if he had been enlightened.

The meritorious deeds are weekly, and there is nothing to say all night.

When he woke up the next day, Song Ciwan only felt refreshed.In the dantian, a ray of true energy has taken root and is circulating quietly, like every sixth child who knows how to hide himself.

Song Ciwan washed and tidied up, had breakfast, took his own umbrella, bid farewell to the big white goose, and then went out to work.

She put on the laundry room's signature handyman's coat again, which she had washed and dried last night, and it still fits well.

This outer shirt has its own evasive effect, Song Ciwan puts it on and walks in the streets, it is really like a dog avoids three feet.

Another example is local hooligans, even the kind who usually like to tease big girls and young wives, but when they see Song Ciwan, they don't dare to stand beside her.

It can be said to be unique and quite interesting.

When they arrived at the Demon Refining Stage, Song Ciwan took out his ID card and entered through the small door behind.

As soon as you enter the door, you seem to have entered a different world.

The Demon Refining Platform is heavily guarded, with one guard at every ten steps, one sentry post at every hundred steps, and there are Qionglin Yushu, created by immortal families.Paper cranes fly in the air to send messages, Taoist magic bells jingle and jingle, and the flying pavilion in the center is like a palace in the sky.

Of course, none of this had anything to do with Song Ciwan.

The laundering room she was going to was at the very end and corner of the Demon Refining Platform. A row of low yards was circled, and there were partition rooms, grass washrooms, second washrooms, miscellaneous washrooms, and other functional areas.

The center is surrounded by a Bagua washing pool, which is filled with special lotions refined from various spiritual materials.

When Song Ci arrived late, there were already many people standing by the gossip pool, and Guanshi Wu was doing roll call.

But it's not too late for Song Ci to be late, because according to the rules of washing the house, the official start time of the day should not be earlier than three quarters of the hour.

If the work starts too early, the yang energy between the heaven and the earth has not been born, not only is it difficult to wash away the hostility of demons, but also unpredictable things may happen.

Song Ci's late arrival time is neither early nor late, he doesn't slip away, he follows the crowd, and everyone is just right.

After Steward Wu finished roll call, the handymen began to work separately.

Song Ciwan was assigned to the second washroom this time. Most of the people in the second washroom are newcomers, and most of the newcomers still retain their vitality. The mouth is not idle, you chat with me sentence by sentence.

A wrinkled old lady said: "I'm old, I don't have a good life for a few years, I can go to the washroom to work hard for a few years, get a wage, and save a dowry for my old daughter later, I'm dead." You can also close your eyes."

The person next to him wondered: "Ms. Zhou, are you here to wash the house to save a dowry for your daughter? It's rare, most of them are to marry their sons, alas."

Aunt Zhou said: "I also take care of my son, just at the front. This is not getting old, I will take care of my daughter when I have some spare time..."

……

Auntie and auntie are on the same page, they talk about themselves.There are also young and strong in the second laundry room, and young and strong are on the other side. They chat and laugh at times, but their laughter is somewhat obscene.

A young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks smiled and said: "I received my wages a while ago and went to Diwa Lane. Guess what? Sister Chun is still hugging me at dawn and is reluctant to let go! Her waist is so soft. , it has become a puddle of water."

"It's really so soft? Why don't I believe it... Unless, after work today, you take me to have a look!"

"Hey, you two, you don't even want to save the money you get in exchange for your life, so why don't you give it to the sister in the alley? It doesn't matter! You don't have to panic."

"What's the loss?" said the sharp-mouthed man, "I don't save money in this world where I live every day! My whole family dies, and I'm the only one left. Who will I save for? Hey..."

There was still a lingering sound from the "Hey", but the sharp-mouthed man who was talking suddenly rolled his eyes and fell to the ground on the spot.

While supporting him, the person next to him subconsciously reached out to put his hand under his nose, and then screamed in a trembling voice: "Dead, dead!"

(End of this chapter)