Chapter 27 Get up, wash up and go to sleep again

Author: Ging Le

Chapter 27 Get up, wash up and go to sleep again

Jing Zhao's aura was weakened by his glare.

Okay, this guy in his family has spoken, so why not just do it?

Facts have proved that what Aning said was right.

Jing Zhao was so busy that he didn't feel tired. Now that he was free, he felt that his hands were overused and he could no longer lift his arms.

Jing Zhao took off his clothes and smelled it, oh boy! There was a smell of oil smoke mixed with the sourness of sweat, and the bean juice was not as strong as his clothes.

He found a basin and threw the clothes in, and broke off a piece of soapberry. When he threw it down, Jing Zhao made a move.

It seems that he can make soap, as long as some pig pancreas is replaced from the system. He has sugar, salt, flour, and caustic soda. Isn't it easy to make this stuff?

You can even add some lemon to make a lemon soap that is super powerful at removing stains.

Jing Zhao had wonderful thoughts. He sat in a chair, fanning himself and imagining his soap-making plan. Before he knew it, he fell asleep.

"Wake up." In a daze, it seemed as if someone gently patted his cheek.

Jing Zhao snorted, opened his eyes in confusion, and saw Aning standing in front of him, handing over a handkerchief.

"Get up, wash your face and go to bed."

Jing Zhao responded, "Don't be in a hurry to go to bed. I'll go and change the dressing for your wound later."

The young man said "yes" and went back to the house first.

Jing Zhao yawned and entered the kitchen, "Huo!" he exclaimed.

The kitchen, which was a mess after cooking, was now tidy and tidy. All the pots and pans were washed and returned to their original places. The dirty clothes he changed out of had also been washed and hung in the yard.

And all this was done by Aning alone while he was sleeping.

Jing Zhao was touched and distressed. Didn't this kid know that he was still injured? He didn't have to do this. Jing Zhao would come back to take care of it, or Shandan would send someone to help him tomorrow.

This stupid boy fucked all night by himself, and I don’t know if his wound has cracked!

Jing Zhao finished washing up in a few moments, cooked the medicinal soup that An Ning wanted to drink, and sent it through the door.

At that time, Aning was sitting on the couch obediently after listening to Jing Zhao's words, waiting for him to change her dressing.

"Drink this medicine first." Jing Zhao handed it to him, and he picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp.

When Jing Zhao found the new white cloth, the boy and the bowl were neatly placed side by side on the couch. Jing Zhao couldn't tell for a moment whether it was A Ning who looked like a bowl, or whether the bowl used by An Ning had become like a bowl.

Like a young man, quiet and meticulous.

Under the oil lamp, he cleaned Aning's wound and put on a new bandage. The wound no longer oozed blood, and pink tender flesh had grown. Jing Zhao looked at it for a long time under the dim light, confirming that the wound was getting better.

The direction of development was bandaged up.

"That fellow Afun said that his medicine is a panacea and will guarantee that your wound will recover within five days. It seems that this fellow's words are quite trustworthy."

Aning also lowered his head slightly and looked at Jing Zhao who looked serious.

"Gu Jingzhao, what about the rain you mentioned? The sky is full of stars outside, and it doesn't look like it will rain."

After hearing what he said, Jing Zhao also raised his head and looked out the window. The night sky was so clear that there was not even a single cloud. This celestial phenomenon indicated that it would be sunny not only tonight, but also tomorrow and even the day after tomorrow.

But Jing Zhao saw the red star falling from the sky, and Liang Yan flew low, but it was not wrong!

Suddenly, Jing Zhao shouted: "Look at this!"

Aning looked in the direction of his finger and saw a row of ants on the ground walking in front of them in a neat row.

"What does this mean?" Aning was confused.

Jing Zhao clapped his hands excitedly and laughed: "The ants are moving! It will definitely rain tonight."

He patted Aning on the shoulder and said, "Go to sleep peacefully tonight. Even if the King of Heaven comes today, I will never even think of burning us to death."

Aning's lips curled up slightly: "Gu Jingzhao, where did you learn these weird methods?"

Jing Zhao thought mysteriously that these were all valuable experiences passed down from his ancestors! He suddenly changed his mind. After all, Aning was also an ancestor...

Jing Zhao was silent, "Go to sleep, I will teach you some more tricks later."

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On the other side, An Feng called several highly respected people in the village to the ancestral hall and asked, "What do you think about Gu Jingzhao?"

Someone in the hall said weakly:

"Head of the Township, don't go against him. This kid is really evil. I heard people say that when they saw Gu Jiazui cooking today, ghost fires came out one after another. Who knew that this kid would study all day long?

They are all evil practices."

After the man finished speaking, there was silence in the ancestral hall.

An Feng glanced at everyone: "You all think so too?"

The others raised their heads slightly and glanced at An Feng. They said nothing but did not object.

An Feng was so angry that he slammed the table: "Confused! You are the longest-lived people in the village. You have lived for so many years and you still don't understand?"

"Can he, Gu Jingzhao, be a great witch sent by the witch ancestor?"

"I don't know." One person said, "Head of the township, no one knows about this, so they don't dare to speak out."

"Whether Gu Jiazui is a great witch or not, it doesn't matter what you say, it doesn't matter what we say. We have to ask the clan leader and the great witch. Only after they give us an idea can we know what to do."

The person who spoke was the oldest person in Xiaxi. He was now an octogenarian, with white hair and beard. When he was young, he had conquered northern Fujian with the great wizard. He was very knowledgeable and respected by everyone in Xiaxi.

Anfeng glanced at everyone: "You all think so?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Anfeng thought for a while and said: "This matter should indeed be reported to the clan leader and the great witch. But before the great witch arrives, we must prepare all the tribute grains, otherwise how can we report to the great witch."

Someone in the hall let out a long sigh: "But...my family really has no food."

"My family is the same. We live on wild vegetable soup every day. If the wild vegetables are eaten in two days, we will no longer live."

The crowd howled.

An Feng felt irritated after hearing this and slammed the table, "Don't I know your difficulties?"

"Don't you think about who is the only one who has food now?"

Regardless of the magic method or the great witch sent by the witch ancestor, the fact is that only Gu Jingzhao has food!

"Town chief, tell me what to do!" One person stood up and said.

He must pay this tribute, and he must not hand over his own dolls as sacrifices.

An Feng concentrated, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes: "Kill Gu Jingzhao, take the grain, and burn Shang Shi Ji!"

"He was a foreigner in Xiaxi. He had no father, no mother, and no one to rely on. He died when he died."

"The folks today only know how good Gu Jingzhao is. When I hand over the tribute for them tomorrow, they will only know how good I am!"

After he finished speaking, his ruthless eyes swept over everyone, "Those who are willing to do this big thing with me, please go home and tidy up. I will wait for you under the old poplar tree at the head of the village on the second watch.

Wuzu = god = a feathered serpent with wings and a snake-shaped lower body and a human upper body.
Chapter completed!