And said you're not a fairy

Chapter 67
Not long after Gongsun Yue, the magistrate of Pingliang County, left, he sent a government official to remove the golden stool and sent him a matching brand new stone stool.

Chen Yuan put this matter behind him, and he didn't pay too much attention to this matter.

After that, it rained for a period of time. After more than half a month of continuous rainy weather, the sky became clear today.

"It seems that it won't be long, and it will be summer."

After a spring rain, Chen Yuan felt that the weather and temperature were gradually getting hotter, so he walked out of the main room.

Chen Yuan glanced at the yard, only to find that the white mouse, which was about the size of a domestic cat, was burrowing into the mouse hole in the corner of the yard.

It was also during this time that Chen Yuan discovered that the white mouse in his house was growing bigger and bigger under Chen Yuan's nose, as if it had been blown up.

From the size of an adult's palm at the beginning, it has grown to the size of a domestic cat in just over a month.

Sometimes I ran past my eyes, and if I didn't pay attention, I thought it was a white cat.

The grown-up white rat simply couldn't get into the rat hole in the corner.

Not to mention the body, even the head can't get in.

When Chen Yuan came out of the house, he happened to see this funny scene, and he couldn't help but laugh for a while.

"You've grown up so fast recently that you can't even go back to your original home."

Chen Yuan laughed beside him.

And the white mouse, which was ridiculed by Chen Yuan, looked a little annoyed after trying several times without success.

But the annoyance was useless, so he could only walk to the stone table resentfully, first jump from the ground to the stool, and then use the stool as a springboard to jump from the stool to the stone table, and then fell asleep on the stone table.

Chen Yuan also walked over, swept the withered pear blossoms on the stone tables and benches with the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and sat down in a seat.

Since half a month ago, the pear blossoms in the alleys in the west of the city have begun to wither, and now they are almost gone.

The pear trees in Chen Yuan’s yard were no exception. During this time, when Chen Yuan got up every morning, the yard was covered with a thick layer of pear blossoms. After sweeping with a broom, a pile of withered and withered pear blossoms could be found.

"Go, make me a pot of tea."

Chen Yuan knocked, and the white mouse, which was dozing on the table, said to the white mouse.

With these days of getting along, Chen Yuan has developed some tacit understanding with the white mouse, and the white mouse will not reject Chen Yuan's slight touch.

Not only that, as Chen Yuan grew up, some trivial matters, Chen Yuan ordered the white mouse, and the white mouse could help Chen Yuan do it.

Despite some reluctance, the white mouse still got up, jumped off the stone table, and ran to the kitchen.

After about a quarter of an hour, the white mouse stood upright, moving like a human, holding the teapot and teacup in its forelimbs, and came out of the kitchen.

Chen Yuan leaned over to take the tea made by the white mouse, poured himself a cup from the teacup, took a sip Meimei, put down the teacup and said with satisfaction:
"It seems that having a mouse at home is still useful!"

To be honest, since the appearance of this white mouse, he basically has no worries about money.

This feeling is not like he is raising white mice, but the white mice are raising him.

I don't know where the white mouse got it from. Every day, he must find a little money from the outside, most of the time it is Chongbao and Tongbao, and very rarely there is silver.

But the white mouse glanced at Chen Yuan, with an expression of course.

Then, using the stone bench as a springboard, it jumped onto the table, just as it was about to lie down on the table and continue to take a nap.

Chen Yuan looked at the white mouse in front of him and said:

"Since you know how to practice and have opened up your spiritual wisdom, you can be regarded as a mouse demon. You may not be able to speak when you are, and it is not good to call you a white mouse all the time. How about I help you choose a name? Bar?"

Hearing that Chen Yuan was going to help him choose a name, the white mouse suddenly became energetic, and immediately stood up from the table, looking at Chen Yuan expectantly in his eyes.

They generally do not have names, and the IQ of mice is very low, and they can't even communicate with each other. They can only rely on their calls to convey simple signals, let alone give themselves names.

Of course it is an exception.

"Although I don't know your breed, but it looks like you are not an ordinary house mouse. How about I name you "Mice Lord"? I hope you can become the king of mice."

Chen Yuan thought for a while, and came up with a name for the white mouse.

Who knew that the white mouse would shake its head with disgust on its face when it heard it.

It thought Chen Yuan gave it a good name, but who knew it was so ugly.

"Mr. She!"

"Mr. Consumer!"

……

Chen Yuan named a few more names, but the white mouse kept shaking his head, none of these names he liked.

At this time, the white mouse was so depressed that he was dying, what did this Taoist get on the shoulders with "Jun"?
In the end, he simply jumped off the stone table and wrote a name directly on the ground of the yard with his forelimbs:
"Axian."

"So you're a female mouse!"

Chen Yuan suddenly realized.

No wonder what name he chose, all the white mice shook their heads and refused, it turned out that the other party was a female mouse.

"Since you are a female mouse with snow-white fur, you will be named "Xue", and you will be called "Xue Niang" in the future."

Chen Yuan came up with another name.

The white mouse still wanted to struggle a bit, and insisted on using the name he had chosen.

But Chen Yuan made a rough decision: "It's decided like this."

Helpless, the white mouse could only agree with the name Chen Yuan had chosen for himself with unwillingness in his heart.

At first she was reluctant, but after thinking about it, she felt that the name "Xue Niang" seemed to be no worse than the "A Xian" she had chosen.

Suddenly his expression became excited, and he ran back and forth in the yard and jumped up.

After marrying the white mouse with a name, Chen Yuan stopped caring about the white mouse, but turned his attention to the ancient well in the corner of the yard.

These days, there were three or four more occasions when the villain cried in the middle of the night.

Chen Yuan finally determined that those villains were a kind of ghosts.

But it is different from ordinary ghosts.

What is the specific difference, limited by knowledge and experience, Chen Yuan can't tell.

After searching the whole house several times, but still unable to find the hiding place of those villain ghosts, Chen Yuan finally realized that the most likely hiding place for the villain ghosts was the corner of the courtyard that he had forgotten all this time. in the ancient well.

"As for whether it is true or not, you will know after seeing it."

Chen Yuan looked at the ancient well.

Chen Yuan was going to wash and clean the entire ancient well from the inside to the outside. After draining all the water from the well, he went down to the bottom of the well to have a look, and then he would know if his guess was right.

As soon as he said it, Chen Yuan first cleaned the inner and outer walls of the ancient well, tied the bamboo pole with a bamboo brush, and cleaned it up a little.

Then they found ropes and wooden barrels, pumped out all the water in the ancient well, and dumped it in the ditch outside the courtyard.

This process took an hour.

After running around the yard for more than ten laps, the white mouse Xueniang also wanted to help after she was happy, but she climbed onto the handle of the wooden bucket, puffed her cheeks and tried her best, and she didn't lift the bucket of water by herself.

Instead, one accidentally used too much force, fell into the wooden barrel, and splashed in a wooden barrel of well water in panic.

"Okay, you don't want to make trouble."

Chen Yuan looked at the white mouse who was a little afraid of water and kept struggling in the barrel, and said.

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