Another world strategy career with male gods

What's the problem? "

wake:. . . . .

Seeing the protagonist's impatient expression, Su Xing gritted his teeth, wouldn't he just kill a chicken?What's so difficult about it?

Su Xing shook his head.

In Chen's view, killing a chicken is just a small matter of wiping a knife or two, so he nodded without doubting him, and walked back to the house without stopping.

Only Su Xing and two pheasants remained in the courtyard.

He stared at the two chattering pheasants brightly, and was dazed for a moment.

Sadness comes from it: It turns out that the distance between him and chicken soup is still ninety-nine and eighty-one, TAT~!

Turning around, he took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen, brewed his emotions secretly, and walked out aggressively, trying to squeeze out a bit of ferocity from his eyes, and looked at the pheasant thinking that he was very intimidating. Kill these two pheasants.

However, the pheasant was very shameless. Seeing Su Xing wake up, it was silent for a while, staring at Heidou calmly, and when Su Xing approached, it suddenly jumped up and down, chicken feathers fluttered all over the sky.

wake:"...."

He frantically tried to control the two roosters. The pheasant seemed to have a spirituality, knowing where to bite, and it took a bite at the hand holding the knife.

Su Xing let out a loud voice, and at the same time let go of his hand, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground in an instant. Coincidentally, the blade hit the head of a pheasant, and the chicken's head was immediately sliced ​​off. Roll, and land at Su Xing's feet.

The unrepentant chicken eyes and Su Xing looked at each other from afar.

The whole process was like an electric fire, and the brain circuit was always waking up slowly, but I still haven't recovered.

wake:"......"

Another living pheasant: "..."

Probably realizing that his companion was dead, he immediately screamed and flapped his wings rapidly, dragging his companion's body, running around in the courtyard, trying to spread his wings and escape.

The pheasant with its head cut off was still bleeding from its neck. Suddenly, chicken blood and chicken feathers intertwined like rain in the whole yard, pouring down one after another, vividly staged a " Bloody storm".

Su Xing, who was standing in front of the pheasant in a daze, was inevitably killed and was rewarded with fresh chicken blood.

Well~ I haven't had chicken soup yet, let's take a sip of chicken blood to quench my hunger. . . . .

Chen, who heard the noise in the room, came out frowning, staring at the big show in a daze.

Su Xing turned around with blood on his face, Chen was a little bit dumbfounded.

This guy can't do anything right!

He picked up a small stone from the ground and bounced it on the pheasant's head with incomparable precision. The flying pheasant rolled its eyes and fell from the air. This time it completely stopped.

Chen walked over and asked Su Xing very seriously: "What will you do?"

Su Xing thought about it, in real life, he basically ordered takeout, and apart from a microwave oven, he didn't even have a pot at home, because he really didn't need it.So, after much deliberation, Su Xing felt that he might not be able to do anything.

He shook his head, and replied cautiously: "Eat?"

Chen: "..."

He sneered, and sarcastically said in a bad tone: "You are capable, even this."

wake:"....."

"To tell you the truth, the two of us are now in a state of no one's care. Except that we can go to Qianshan to get dry rice and clothes every month, if we want to eat vegetables and meat, we can only rely on ourselves. No one will give you ready-made food. .”

After saying this, Chen paused, and seemed to think of something again: "When I went to fetch water this morning, did you see the tea and vegetable gardens next to the well?"

Su Xing nodded in a daze.

"Every month, Qianshan will assign certain tasks to us. Before the specified time in the next month, we must complete them with quality and quantity. If the tasks are not completed this month, we will not even receive clothes and dry rice next month. .”

Su Xing was stunned: "Then what shall we... eat?"

Chen sneered: "Eat dirt."

"..."

"I just checked the date. It's not too late for us to come back. Tomorrow is the deadline for receiving rice. You follow me. I won't care about these things in the future."

Su Xing's eyes widened: "?"

What is "I don't care"?

Chen knelt down, picked up the dead chicken and the kitchen knife, and said to Su Xing, "Go get some water, and I'll teach you how to handle the pheasant."

Su Xing carried the bucket resentfully, went to the well in the morning, tossed and tossed for a long time before returning with half the bucket.

Chen was about to clean up the chicken. He glanced at Su Xing's little water, maybe he knew his little ability in his heart, so he didn't criticize him, so he took it and put it aside: "Follow me to learn how to cook. In the future, these things, I don't care!"

wake:"...."

Judging from Chen's "I don't care about it" tendency, he probably intends to throw all the chores on himself.

Could it be that his time travel is just to give the protagonist the present person? QQ

However, even though his heart was almost on the verge of collapse, Su Xing didn't dare to express anything on his face. He stood quietly by the side, trying his best to be a good student who listened carefully.

At this time, the protagonist is only about sixteen or seventeen, his appearance is still a bit immature, his fingers are slender, flexible and elegant, a set of movements of cutting a chicken and putting it on the fire is smooth and smooth, and his handsome face is a little bit Meticulous, with tight lips, serious and serious.

Su Xing was silent on the side, looking at him without blinking, feeling that no matter in terms of aura or thinking, he couldn't treat this person as a boy, this person not only opened his mind early, but was also extremely mature.

After a while, Chen finished cooking the chicken, and when the lid of the pot was opened, a strong aroma came over his face.

Su Xing immediately put all his thoughts behind him, the familiar taste of chicken soup really made him want to stop!

Thinking about when I was in the ghost forest, I either ate sour fruits or tasteless roast meat. In the end, I almost felt hopeless in life. Every time I ate something, I felt like I was being tortured.

"Delicious!" Su Xing sincerely praised.

Chen was noncommittal, but said: "Have you learned everything just now?"

"..."

"I don't care about these things in the future."

When I woke up, I felt like my throat was stuck by a chicken bone.

Under the protagonist's threatening gaze, Su Xing nodded guiltily.

From then on, the protagonist has completely become the shopkeeper of Sanshou, practicing in the house all day long, while Su Xing unfortunately shoulders the task of supporting his family.

He cooks.

Although nine times out of ten it is vague, and the remaining one may be salty, but it doesn't matter.

He grows vegetables.

As Chen said, the people in Qianshan didn't let them idle for long, they divided a vegetable field and a tea garden the next day, and had to hand in tasks at the end of each month, and this burden naturally fell on Su Xing's head.

Clothes and food are also taken by him.

At the beginning, he had a hypocritical social phobia, but once, because he fell ill at the wrong time, he didn't receive the rice. For the next month, he barely survived because the protagonist hunted around. Don't forget to sneer and sarcasm, the disease that wakes up will automatically heal more than half of it in the next month.

Unknowingly, Su Xing completely adapted to the role of this little servant, doing jobs he had never done in his life, and saying things he had never said in his life.

At first, he wailed in his heart, and then one day, when he returned to the thatched cottage from the small path in the tea garden, it was in the evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun was shining all the way. He smelled the smell of the soil, and felt in a trance that this kind of life might be called Life.

20 Xiao Ling Surprise Visit

Such a plain and solid life lasted until the end of autumn, when Lanyun Academy started classes.

During the period, the little junior sister came once, and it was fine if she didn't come, but when she came, the whole back mountain was in a panic.

One day, Su Xing was planting vegetables in the vegetable garden when he suddenly heard a sound coming from afar.

"Little Senior Brother!"

The sound was extremely penetrating, and birds in the surrounding woods were startled immediately, and Su Xing, who was picking tea, was shaken by the shock.

He followed the sound and saw a sky-blue figure running towards here bouncingly, with a few strands of hair fluttering in the wind, the girl's cheeks were flushed because of her haste.

When she got closer, Xiao Ling realized that this was not her little senior brother, but just a skinny little servant.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Ling asked curiously.

Su Xing showed Xiao Ling the tea in the basket, and Xiao Ling immediately lowered her face: "Is this the arrangement of the fourth senior brother! He must be bullying you again, right?"

Su Xing shook his head, whether it was Qingyun's rule or Liang Yan's making things difficult, Su Xing really didn't know.

Xiao Ling looked around, but she didn't see the person she wanted to see, with a bit of disappointment on her face.

"Little brother, where is he?"

"In...in the house" Su Xing paused, and finished his words, "Cultivation."

Xiao Ling nodded with satisfaction: "I think it's very wise for little brother to keep you!"

Su Xing was surprised, how can you see that I am different?

Xiao Ling added with a smile: "This way, the little brother won't have to work."

wake:"....."

"By the way, what's your name? I'm sorry, although the little brother mentioned it, I forgot!"

"wake."

Xiao Ling recited it silently several times, then raised her head and smiled at him: "Come on, Xiao Suxing, I'm going to find my little senior brother!"

"Oh~ okay~ oh~ no..." Su Xing just wanted to say something to her, but Xiao Ling disappeared, leaving only a corner of her clothes.

"He...is practicing..."

The voice was lost in the bleak autumn wind.

Su Xing's first thought was that Chen should be practicing the Eight Desolation and Liuhe Juan, what if Xiao Ling bumps into him?

Thinking about that scene, he felt chills all over his body