The beautiful girl was wearing a glossy long skirt, holding a garland, singing and dancing. But she didn't know that in the dark, her eyes were shining with dangerous light, showing her coveted eyes to the girl - "Beauty Case"

Xiao Ying gradually got better, and the doctor only said it was a miracle.

In fact, anyone who has the chance to see Xiao Ying’s wound will feel that the reason why Xiao Ying is not dead must be because she forgot to write her name on the Life and Death Book.

I'm better and can sit up.

Xiao Ying also looked down at her wounds.

It's really a sword.

This injury is probably a life-and-death death in modern times.

She actually came alive and got better day by day.

When the winter snow began to melt, she could already get up.

Someone can still lean against the door to see the scenery... She lives in a small village called Nanhe. There are only a hundred families in the whole village. This is the home of Xiao Xiucai, and Wu Qipo finally returned here with Xiao Xiucai.

Once upon a time, when Wu Qipo was not blind, the girl who was the best in this village.

Later, she became blind and did not want to drag her son down, so she left quietly.

The little scholar is a filial son.

He kept looking for his mother for a moment, and finally paid off his hard work. At the coldest time last year, he found Wu Qipo, avoiding Wu Qipo's death from the ruins of the temple and the wilderness.

In addition, he also brought back Xiao Ying, who was only hung in one breath at the time.

One winter, Wu Qipo and the young scholar took turns to take care of each other, and Xiao Ying finally regained her life.

It is not in vain that kindness of the mother and son.

"Girl, go back to the house, it's cool outside." Wu Qipo groped and closed the door, and helped Xiao Ying into the inner room. There was a earthen kang in the inner room, which was Wu Qipo's residence. The Wu family has three earthen houses, one on the left and one on the right. Xiao Ying was recuperating in Wu Po's house, and after moving, she tactfully expressed her desire to live alone. In the end, the only wood-room in the Wu family became her boudoir.

"Grandma Wu, why haven't Brother Wu come back yet?" Xiao Ying asked the little scholar.

After admitting his son, he naturally stopped being a beggar.

The three indigenous people of the ruined temple simply followed the good.

Wu Qipo became Wu Po.

The cripple Zhao became Uncle Zhao. As for the child with a scathing look, he called him Moe'er and became his son for Uncle Zhao. The father and son also settled in Nanhe Village and lived next door. Everyone eventually became neighbors. "Jing'er was afraid that he would be tripped when he encountered something. Yingyao, we won't wait for him, and mother-in-law will go to serve the meal."

After saying that, Wu Po groped to the outside stove.

I served a plate of coarse grain pancakes and a stack of pickled radish pickles from my home.

Xiao Ying swallowed her saliva, and she felt a terrible throat before she could eat it. Thinking about the time, she had a car pick-up and drop-off for three meals, and someone was queuing up for three meals, but she had to eat braised vegetables every day when she arrived here, which was like a year. Compared to Xiao Ying's unswallowing food, Wu Po felt that this was already a delicious delicacy. "Jing'er will have to get Yueyin today... Then let Jing'er go to the market and buy you a piece of flower ingredients. But... she can only eat two meals a day next month."

Po Wu muttered.

It’s not that she can’t bear to leave Xiao Ying’s food.

She really felt sorry for the money her son earned. She planned to save more money for her son to ask for a house and a wife.

Xiao Ying took a breath.

Just this food, I have to reduce it. "No, I just need to wear Brother Wu's old clothes."

Po Wu was obviously relieved. "You girl, you are so sensible."

Xiao Ying silently gnawed the pickles and tried her best to think of them as big fish and meat. But it was so difficult...

Po Wu asked Xiao Ying about her origin. Xiao Ying made an excuse that she was injured and forgot about the past. She only said that she vaguely remembered that her surname was Xiao.

So Wu Po called out a "little" girl. She couldn't tell the difference between Xiao and Xiao. There was no way, so Xiao Ying had to ask her to go to the small characters and directly call her girl. Wu Po muttered to herself again. Xiao Ying seemed to be a little ill. When she shut up, she would feel that she was indulged in love. She didn't feel so noisy when she was in the dilapidated temple.

He is his life-saving benefactor.

Xiao Ying listened to Mrs. Wu's nagging with 120,000 patience.

It was not until the little scholar entered the door.

When his son came back, Wu Po hurriedly fumbled to serve his son's meal. The little scholar was a filial son. Even though his face was pale at this time, he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Wu Po. "Mom, I'll do it myself."

The little scholar brought the meal from the stove.

It looks worse than Xiao Ying's appetite.

"Jing'er, will the yamen pay the money today?"

"Yes, it's all here, mom, please keep it." The little scholar took out his money bag, and Mrs. Wu hurriedly took it into the inner room.

Xiao Ying then spoke.

"Brother Wu, is something wrong in the yamen?"

The little scholar looked up at Xiao Ying. The little scholar was always in awe of Xiao Ying's bizarre resurrection.

So he didn't dare to look at Xiao Ying at all. He had to talk occasionally, and he was hesitant and his eyes were dodging. It was okay when Wu Po was there, but without Wu Po, he immediately stuttered...

"No...no, yes...I mean... three more girls died this month..."

After saying it intermittently, Xiao Ying almost couldn't breathe. It seemed that she was not her who saved her life by chance, but the little scholar.

"The murderer hasn't been caught yet?"

"No, no."

Xiao Ying really doesn't understand her current appearance, so how could there be a man in front of her?

She looked at herself from the copper basin.

His eyebrows and eyes are pretty, but his face turns blue, and he looks unlucky at any time. Now he is wearing small, delicate old clothes.

He doesn't look like a girl, but like a half-baby.

"Is your yamen still short of manpower?"

The little scholar showed a look of surprise on his face. He was puzzled by what Xiao Ying meant.

"It seems that I can't die. I can't always eat and drink for free at your house. I think I have to find an errand... Is your yamen short of errands and errands? I can do it." When I was looking for a job, I didn't work so hard to promote myself. Now, in order to do a errand, I am so taciturn and shameless.

Others traveling through time either a princess or a princess. She is a little beggar who only breathes a sigh of relief.

Others have golden fingers, but she only has two blue claws.

Every day I imagined pickles as fish and meat, life was really miserable.

"You are a girl..."

"What's wrong with the girl? Do you look down on the girl?"

The little scholar blushed and shook his head, looking embarrassed.

"I can't wash clothes and women, nor can I spin and weave cloth. I can only do some tricks of doing odd jobs. You don't have to worry about me being a girl.

I can tie my hair up in your old clothes.

Then you told others that I am your younger brother.”

The little scholar grunted for a while before he could barely reply.

The general idea is that he goes to ask Jia Jun.

Jia Jun is the rough man who talks about the truth. Xiao Ying immediately felt that he had no hope of doing odd jobs...

A few days later, the little scholar began to hide from Xiao Ying.

Her first job in another world seemed doomed to end in failure.
Chapter completed!