Worship tomorrow

Chapter 46 Sharpening the Knife
The alleys were dark.

Only the silvery white moonlight came in, but it could only illuminate a corner.

The two figures gradually approached.

The girl who was leaning against the doorframe finally saw the figure following her sister clearly.

It's him...gold...

The girl opened her small mouth, but no sound came out.

Luo Qingfeng also saw her clearly, with a look of astonishment on his face.

One of them stood in the door frame, and the other stood outside the door, staring at each other.

There was a trace of embarrassment on Nightingale's face, thinking that her sister had suddenly brought back a man by accident, and she quickly explained: "A friend, there was a demonic chaos in the town outside. He just escaped into the city and hasn't eaten yet, so... …So I invited him over for a meal.”

Then he looked behind him and introduced: "This is my sister Ah Ya. She...can't speak yet, but she will soon."

Luo Qingfeng was startled, and suddenly remembered what Fatty Meng said that day in the woods.

"I heard that her family owes a lot of foreign debt. Every time she earns money, she has to go back to pay off the debt. She seems to have an old grandma and a sick sister to support at home. So for every mission, we only value merit. She But they only value money..."

Luo Qingfeng was secretly ashamed and said with some embarrassment: "Sister Nightingale, I know your sister."

"what!"

When Nightingale heard this, she was immediately surprised: "Is it true? Where did you meet him?"

Luo Qingfeng had to tell everything about that day.

Of course, he also talked about the girl going to him for gold.

At the end of the sentence, his cheeks felt a little hot.

Unexpectedly, all the debts owed to foreign countries belong to these sisters, and now they are so destitute that they still come here to eat.

Really embarrassing.

After hearing this, Nightingale immediately darkened her face, looked at the girl at the door and said seriously: "Aya, did you sneak out again?"

Ah Ya lowered her head and fiddled with her black skirt with her fingers, remaining silent.

Nightingale continued to scold you sternly: "How many times have I told you, sister? Why are you disobedient if you are not allowed to go out alone? If something happens to you, what will grandma do? What will I do?"

Ah Ya lowered her head tightly, looking a little aggrieved.

Luo Qingfeng knew in her heart that this girl must have seen her sister working hard outside to make money every day, which was very hard, so she also wanted to go out and help share the burden.

But it was not easy for him to persuade him about this kind of thing.

What's more, now, the two girls in front of him are his creditors.

He doesn't speak well for anyone.

At this time, an old voice came from the small courtyard: "Ah Ying, forget it, don't blame Ah Ya anymore, there are guests here, let's cook first."

Nightingale still had a straight face and looked at the girl in the door angrily.

The old man said quickly: "Ah Ya, go to the kitchen to make a fire and fill up the firewood."

Ah Ya felt like he was being pardoned. He immediately lowered his head and left quickly. Then he grabbed firewood in the small courtyard and quickly got into the dark kitchen.

Nightingale couldn't help but sigh and said no more. She looked behind her with a faint look in her eyes: "I didn't expect that you, an honest man, would owe money everywhere. Even my sister who rarely goes out is owed money. It's still a piece of gold. , you are really amazing."

Luo Qingfeng: "..."

"Hmph, come in."

Nightingale snorted, entered the door, looked at the old man in the corridor and said, "That's my grandma."

Then he said: "Grandma, his name is Luo Qingfeng, he is a friend of mine."

Luo Qingfeng entered the door and quickly bowed with his hands.

The old man looked him up and down and was a little surprised: "Hey, you are still a scholar?"

Nightingale said in a somewhat sinister manner: "He is still a scholar."

With a smile on his face, the old man nodded and said, "Okay, okay, scholars are good. My A-ying likes scholars."

As soon as these words came out, Nightingale suddenly became anxious: "Grandma, don't talk nonsense."

The old man smiled and said: "Okay, okay, you can speak for yourself, and I, an old man, will not interfere."

Nightingale's cheeks were slightly red, and she glanced behind her and said, "You can sit down wherever you like, and I'll cook. It'll be quick."

She quickly walked into the kitchen with the ribs and meat she just bought on the street.

Soon, the sound of chopping bones came from the kitchen.

The old man in the corridor continued to lower his head and hold the shoe sole in his hand under the moonlight.

Luo Qingfeng had nothing to do. Seeing that there were still a lot of unfinished firewood piled in the courtyard, he walked over and picked up the ax on the ground.When the old man saw it, he quickly shouted: "Hey, this can't be done! How can a scholar do such rough work? The ax is heavy. Put it down quickly, and don't break your hand."

Luo Qingfeng stood up a piece of wood and said, "Grandma, it's okay. I often chop wood at home."

After saying that, he struck down with an axe.

"Crack!"

The thick block of wood immediately split into two halves.

The old man was surprised when he saw this.

At this time, the nightingale's voice suddenly came from the kitchen: "Grandma, don't worry about him. Don't look at him wearing a Confucian robe and looking like a weak scholar. He is stronger than me. If he likes to chop, just let him chop." "

The old man looked surprised when he heard this and stopped talking.

"Crack! Kick!"

While Nightingale was talking, Luo Qingfeng split two more pieces of wood in succession, each time with just one axe.

Seeing this, the old man began to look him up and down again.

Nightingale finished processing the bones and put them into the pot. After closing the lid, she came to the kitchen door and leaned there tiredly, looking at the figures who were chopping firewood in the small yard.

The old man in the corridor looked back and forth between her and the boy chopping firewood from time to time.

Luo Qingfeng stopped before he finished chopping.

He had injuries on his body, and although the wounds had begun to scar after a day and night of repairs, such movements still hurt.

"You are hurt?"

Seeing that Nightingale's eyes were sharp, she could immediately tell that he was injured.

Luo Qingfeng put down the ax in his hand and said, "A little injury."

Then she changed the subject: "By the way, Sister Nightingale, do you have a whetstone at home? It's not an ordinary whetstone, it's for treasures."

Nightingale was surprised when she heard this: "Do you have a treasure?"

Luo Qingfeng took out the rusty broken knife from the storage bag, gently wiped it with his fingers, and whispered: "So be it."

Nightingale was a little surprised. She walked up to him, reached out and took the broken knife in his hand. She looked at it carefully and was speechless: "This knife..."

Luo Qingfeng said: "It's a little broken, but at least it's better than nothing."

Nightingale looked at him with some suspicion and said, "Are you sure it is a treasure? Can it input star power?"

Luo Qingfeng nodded: "OK."

Nightingale glanced at the broken knife in her hand again, returned it to him, then walked into the house, took a black stone about one foot long and about as thick as a brick, handed it to him, and said: " I usually use it to sharpen my knives. It was given by the hospital and it works well."

Luo Qingfeng quickly took it in his hand and put it on the ground. Then he held the handle of the knife with one hand and the blade with the other, and began to squat on the ground and sharpen it.

Nightingale asked curiously: "Where did you find such a broken knife?"

Luo Qingfeng lowered his head to sharpen the knife, remained silent for a moment, and said, "My late wife left it to me."

The knife was inserted into Zhao'er's grave in an uninhabited mountain col, and he recognized it as its owner by dripping blood on Zhao'er's grave, and activated it with star power. Wouldn't it be regarded as something left by Zhao'er to him?

When Nightingale heard this, she said "Oh" and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"Ouch! My bones!"

After squatting and watching for a while, Nightingale suddenly remembered the bones in the pot, got up in a panic and ran into the kitchen.

Then there was an angry scolding sound from the kitchen: "Ah Ya! The water has boiled dry! You are still filling the fire! Filling a full stove! The bones are all burnt! You can't even smell such a big smell of burnt fire! Are you there? You little fool!"

The girl sitting in front of the stove had a stupid expression on her face, and she was still filling her hands with firewood unconsciously.

After Nightingale had taken care of the burned bones and fried the other vegetables, Luo Qingfeng was still squatting in the courtyard sharpening the knife.

"Hey, why are you still sharpening? This whetstone is not an ordinary whetstone. Just place the blade on it and sharpen it for a few times. If you sharpen it too much, be careful that the blade is worn out by you."

Nightingale glanced at the kitchen door and saw that he was still squatting on the ground after grinding for so long, so she quickly warned him.

But at this moment, there was a "click" and the sound of something breaking.

The corner of Nightingale's mouth twitched, and she quickly came out and said: "Look, I told you not to sharpen it, but if you keep sharpening it, the knife will be broken, right? How can anyone keep sharpening a knife..."

The words in her mouth suddenly stopped.

Because at this time, Luo Qingfeng put down the knife in his hand and picked up the whetstone from the ground.

The whetstone, which was as thick as a brick, not only turned into a thin piece, but also broke in the middle!
But the broken knife lying on the ground was still rusty and full of gaps.

It seemed like I had been working on it for a long time, but there was no change.

(End of this chapter)