The seven emotions and six desires are all my nourishment

Chapter 298: The Life of a Nun Returning to Secular Life 3

When I was basking in the sun in the yard, my head felt a little itchy. When I touched it, I found that it was already growing hair!

[Hmm, as expected of me, the pills are really effective! ]

Apparently, this sieve-like body reacts so strongly to the pills...

Tsk, this pill... She might have to lick it for a few months, tsk...

At dusk, Jie Chen came back with a hint of sandalwood on him and a stain of ash on the hem of his clothes. It seemed that he had met the poor nun he wanted to save.

Then why didn't he bring the nun back on the first day?

Oh, by the way, I’m not as stupid as Jingyan. I want a status!

Nicole is smart, otherwise she wouldn't have given birth to three children in a row.

When Jie Chen came back today, there was no hot water to wash his noodles, and there was not even any food.

Jingyan came back even later than him, carrying a pile of firewood that was almost too high. Before Jiechen started his lecture, she threw the firewood to the ground with a loud noise.

"Huff, huff, I'm so tired!" She wiped the sweat off her face and washed it like she was rubbing clothes. She then took out a handful of wild vegetables from the firewood pile and rinsed off the dirt with the water.

"Brother Jiechen, I'm going to cook."

Jie Chen felt nauseous at her and instantly felt full, "No need, I don't have much of an appetite, just some noodle soup will be fine."

Jingyan looked at him in surprise, put the washed wild vegetables in his armpit, grabbed the hem of his clothes and wiped his hands, "But there is no noodles at home. I gave you all my money. I have no money on me..."

"I, I chopped wood today, and I haven't had time to sell yesterday's cloth yet..."

Jie Chen had a blank expression on his face, but he listened to Jingyan patiently. Of course, he just listened to her.

Then Jie Chen said considerately, "Then you don't have to do it for me. Wait until tomorrow when you sell the cloth and buy some flour and rice."

Having said this, he did not stop, went back to the house, got a bowl, and went out again.

Jingyan sighed and watched Jiechen walk away. [Tall and long-legged, with broad shoulders and thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looks like a master. Hmm, he does have a good appearance. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk…]

「He just doesn’t care about anything. Looks like he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve~」

[What the hell? You're clearly a gigolo, yet you act like I owe you anything!]

[Even if we're splitting the bill, this isn't the way to split the bill! Bah, I'm going to disgust you to death!]

Jingyan rolled his eyes, fetched more water to wash the wild vegetables, scalded them with hot water, and hung them on bamboo poles in the yard to dry.

He took out a few duck eggs with light green skin and some colorful bird eggs from his arms, boiled them, wrapped them in a handkerchief, put them in his arms, picked up the cotton and went to the next room.

Bingyangzi's family also has an elder who works as a maid washing clothes for other people and earns some hard-earned money.

I heard that in his early years, Bingyangzi's family was well off. His father was a poor scholar. Later, when he had a sickly son, he became a businessman and made a fortune with his clever mind.

In order to earn more money and sell precious medicinal herbs to treat sick people, he risked war and resold a batch of swords.

What a pity, when he was transporting the goods back, he happened to encounter two armies breaking into the city. The sickly father was unlucky and lost both him and the goods.

As a result, Bingyangzi's family was liquidated and everything was confiscated.

The mother and son then settled down at the foot of the mountain and on the river bank along with the refugees and those who had returned to secular life.

"Aunt Wang, have you eaten?" Jingyan was carrying a large lump of cotton on his back. In the night, Aunt Wang looked up at him.

She couldn't see clearly because of the black mass, she only saw a large mass pressing on her skinny shoulders.

Jingyan seemed like a hammer or a stick, which was so frightening that people were afraid that she would be crushed to death by the heavy object!

"Oh my God, put it down, put it down!" Aunt Wang was frightened. She slapped her thigh and quickly dropped the wet clothes in her hand and went to help.

"Phew, I was so scared! Luckily it was cotton. I thought you were carrying firewood again. You fell last time. Don't do that again!"

Aunt Wang was a bit talkative, but she really cared about her.

We are all not well off, and although we cannot offer much help, a kind word can warm you through the winter, while a harsh word can chill you through the summer, and that is enough.

Jingyan smiled and said, "Hey, auntie, I'm lucky today, look~"

As she spoke, she took out a hot egg from her arms and put it into Aunt Wang's hand.

"It's freshly cooked. I'll bring it to you and Brother Wang Ban to try."

Aunt Wang's hand-washed clothes were cold, and when she felt something warm, she looked down and said, "Oh, this is precious. I can't use it. I can't use it."

Aunt Wang also wanted to give her son some financial support, but she couldn't accept the reward without doing anything. Besides, Jingyan looked so thin that he was almost dying, and it seemed that she needed it more.

Jingyan pushed it back, feeling a little embarrassed, and said with tears in her eyes, "I... I need your help with something..."

Before Aunt Wang could ask further questions, there was a noise behind her.

"Cough cough cough, Mom, it's late at night and the dew is heavy. Come in and talk." Wang Ban leaned against the door, covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed a few times. His voice was slow and unhurried.

Aunt Wang was worried about her son, "Hey, Jingyan, come in quickly."

As she said this, she ran to her son, stuffed the egg into his arms, and helped him sit on the chair.

Jingyan grabbed the cotton and followed him into the house.

After entering the house, Jingyan first smelled the fragrance of soap nuts, the sweetness of batter, and the fragrance of ink. The smells mixed together in a well-arranged manner.

Approaching the table, Jingyan smelled the scent of fine ginseng and secretly raised an eyebrow. Looking down, he saw Wang Ban holding a bowl of golden ginseng soup. [Tsk, no wonder he keeps vomiting blood...]