The weather quickly became colder, and it was the winter solstice.

People here like to celebrate the Winter Solstice more than the Spring Festival, so they prepare red envelopes and other things in advance in the morning, thinking it is for them to celebrate the New Year.

Because my junior brother was already quite old, when it was time to save money, Zhuchen sealed him a big red envelope. Feng Changyin took it with both hands, bowed to her upright, and said, "Thank you, senior sister!"

Liao Lioyun stood side by side next to him. The little one didn't say anything, but looked at her innocently with a pair of round, dark eyes.

Who can bear this? So Zhuchen also packed one for her.

Liao Lioyun was so excited that her subordinates bowed gracefully and said sweetly: "Thank you, sister!"

She took out her small backpack from her pocket, carefully stuffed the red envelope into it, and then put it back into her square pocket. She raised her hand and patted it, which made her feel particularly safe. She laughed so hard that her head was shaking and she couldn't even move.

They can't even stand still.

The big demon saw it, walked aside, and stretched out his hand to ask for it: "Thank you, little Taoist friend."

Zhuchen: "..."

There are probably a hundred demons her age who actually want her to give out red envelopes. This kind of determination is really not something ordinary people can have. I hope she can be as powerful as him when she reaches this age.

Zhuchen didn't want to spoil the fun, so he gave him one too.

The devil immediately laughed out loud. This was probably the first time he had received a red envelope during a holiday. He pinched the paper envelope and walked away happily without looking at how much money it contained.

Huai Xie saw that there was even a big demon, so he simply put aside his face and came to Zhuchen to say hello: "I've been short on money lately, thank you, junior sister."

Zhuchen really had nothing to say at this time, and he wrapped one for his senior brother in a state of confusion.

"Thank you, junior sister."

Huai Xie was very satisfied, and with this windfall in his pocket, he turned his expectant eyes to Feng Changyin, secretly hoping that this stupid kid he had raised could be as successful and earn money to support his senior brother as soon as possible.

The junior brother didn't realize that he had already shouldered a heavy family burden, but he learned the essence of Pu Fengzong's consistent approach to spending money. After opening the red envelope, he went to buy ore, hoping to transform his scabbard and create a beautiful one.

magic weapon.

Zhuchen witnessed the performance of several people and shook her head helplessly. She felt that her family really had a bunch of old children. She thought, why not give one to Master?

Everyone has one, and it really doesn't make sense for Feng Buye to be alone, as it makes him look so lonely. But how much and what to pack for Feng Buye, she is a little undecided.

She was struggling back and forth when Liang Hongluo, who had been shown off by Huai Xie, also came to find her.

He didn't hear the whole story clearly and thought that Zhuchen was engaging in money-distribution activities. He stood in front of her for several minutes before he asked coyly: "Can I get money?"

Zhuchen waited for him to speak until he became impatient. He nodded and said, "Do you want a red envelope?"

Liang Hongluo hesitated for a moment and nodded.

... He doesn't know how he ended up in this situation, but all he can think about now is making money.

Working hard for a year is nothing compared to receiving a red envelope. He is unbalanced.

He took the red envelope made of simple red paper from Zhuchen's hand, looked at the amount marked inside, and felt a lot more at ease.

This was the first time that he felt satisfied and happy with money, which gave him an inexplicable sense of crisis and felt that he was not far from being sick.

"Is this your simple custom?" Liang Hongluo put the red envelope into his sleeve, "The boss wants to come out and share the money?"

Zhuchen had the nerve to say that this was actually a blessing from the elders to the younger ones, and he hesitated twice in response.

Liang Hongluo saw her strange expression, knowing that what she didn't say was definitely not good, and he was reluctant to part with the red envelope, so he tacitly agreed not to ask any further questions.

He took the money, but he was a little embarrassed. After all, Zhuchen was different from her master, and she had always been pretty good to him, so he wanted to ask if there was anything he could help with.

When Zhuchen saw that he was still there, he casually exchanged greetings with him: "You have money, what do you want to buy?"

Liang Hongluo was stunned for a moment. He had never thought about this problem, but he was stimulated by Liao Liuyun and decided to save more money.

But he has never spent much money, and has no daily expenses. He has almost reached the state of having no desires and no desires.

He couldn't remember when he started doing this.

When he was poor in his childhood, he couldn't even afford a bowl of rice soup at home. He only had one pancake as hard as a rock every day, which he ate in small bites with cold water to satisfy his hunger. He then tightened his belt three times.

, go out to carry goods and run errands for others to earn family income.

He thinks about growing up every day, and it becomes even more so when he has a little sister.

His little sister was sallow and thin since she was born, and even her cries were as weak as the cry of a kitten. Her mother refused to feed her and wanted to starve her to death. Liang Hongluo had no other choice and desperately searched for someone who could

She didn't dare to leave her at home, so she carried her in a small bamboo basket every day, groping up mountains and rivers, and finally managed to pull her up.

At that time, he also wanted to make money, and wanted to save some money to buy rice soup for his little sister.

He felt that there were too many good things in the world, whether it was kites flying in the sky or rice noodles on the stalls, they were all very tempting to him.

But when he got really rich and could realize all his childhood wishes, he no longer wished for it. It was as if many things in the world had become dull.

When Zhuchen saw him silent, he seemed endlessly lonely just because of this sentence. Knowing that it touched his sadness, he said: "Fellow Taoist Hongluo, why don't you buy a new dress? Do you like to wear black?"

All the fellow Taoists just brought some pieces of black satin a few days ago, and I asked someone to keep them for you."

Liang Hongluo said "hmm" in dismay.

Zhuchen inexplicably felt that he was pitiful. He was alone. Except for his senior brother, he seemed to have little conversation with anyone, so he could only say a few words to Ruoyou and Ruowu.

It's a pity that he doesn't like Ruoyou and Ruowu very much. Every time he mentions these two people, his teeth itch a little, as if he is holding back his anger and doesn't draw his sword on the spot.

Speaking of which, his origins are still a mystery, and we don't know where he came from. The story about being possessed by a demon is untrue, and the reason for staying in Chaowen is even more far-fetched.

Zhuchen pursed his lips, and while he was feeling sad about spring and autumn, he quietly turned sideways and cast a [Mirror Water] on the palm of his hand to see what he was thinking about at the moment.

In this kind of emotion, what comes to mind is either ambition or grudges. Anyway, we can see a bit of his original intention.

There was a slight fluctuation on the mirror surface of the round light technique, and with the shallow ripples, the outline of a bustling street gradually became clear.

This is an extremely ordinary picture, so ordinary that I am a little surprised every morning.

Liang Hongluo was sitting on an old wooden bench, holding a baby girl in his arms, lowering his head and feeding her patiently.

The face of the girl was blurry, and the clothes she was wearing were a bit old. She could only see that the two of them were smiling. The scene was extremely warm. In the warm spring breeze and sunshine, even the people walking around had a hint of gentleness.

Zhuchen squinted her eyes and glanced at the palm of her hand with her peripheral vision. This action made her look a little bit evil. Liang Hongluo regained his mind and saw how weird she was, so he pushed her with his hand.

"Hey." Zhuchen put his hands behind his body as if nothing had happened and said with a smile, "Do you have a sister?"

Liang Hongluo's eyes became sharp: "How do you know?"

Zhuchen: "...Oh, I see you are very nice to Liao Lioyun."

Liang Hongluo was inexplicably angry, said dryly "No", turned around and left.

This temper... Zhuchen lamented that he must have been a dog in his previous life.

However, because of this incident, Zhuchen lost his vigilance towards Liang Hongluo.

A person who is so kind to his sister must not be too bad. Seeing that he is alone now, he must have encountered some difficulties and things have changed.

Zhuchen didn't know why, but he always felt a little sour in his heart, as if it had a special flavor. He couldn't bear to see him getting hurt during the festival. So he took the initiative to go to the managers of the commercial building and asked them to leave a space for Liang Hongluo.

He gave him a piece of black cloth to make clothes, and asked someone to sew him a pair of shoes that fit his feet.

This is the blessing from the leader.

After making arrangements for Liang Hongluo, she continued with her morning problem, confused as to what to give Feng Buye.

Unable to think about anything, she simply went out for a walk and took care of Chaowen's chores for today.

In the afternoon, the sun slanted and began to sink, pulling out slender black shadows on the dry tree trunks and high rocks.

A middle-aged man wearing an old robe and holding a sword stopped in front of the boundary marker in Chaowen.

He was holding a pen in one hand and a jug of wine in the other. Half of a book protruded from the spacious placket on his chest, with the words "Sect Records Ranking" vaguely written on it.

He had messy hair and was a little unkempt. He took a sip of wine and walked around the boundary marker twice.

This boundary monument was really the simplest boundary monument he had ever seen. There were no decorations around it. Apart from anything else, why not build a city gate? There wasn't even a plaque or monks guarding the city.
Chapter completed!