Gan Ting didn't understand. Shouldn't the worms on the vegetable leaves be killed?Can it be washed with water?Does Fang Cun not react when he sees bugs?it's wired.

Little Gan Ting was full of great doubts, put some water into the basin with a little disgust, and began to compete with the bugs.

After a long time, Gan Ting was still obsessed with bugs, and Fang Cun felt something was wrong, "Ah Ting, just wash this dish twice and it will be fine."

Gan Ting said, "The worms on it can't be washed off."

"Let me see."

Fang Cun put down the kitchen knife, and casually wiped the water stains from his hands on his clothes, to see what feat Gan Ting had done again.

I saw a mess in front of me, and the whole plate of vegetables was torn apart, because Gan Ting didn't want to see bugs, and the holes bitten by bugs couldn't be left, so all of them were torn off. complete.

Fang Cun took a deep breath and calmed down his agitated heart, "It's okay, just a small problem."

Gan Ting seemed to be in a good mood, "Do you still need help?"

Fang Cun was afraid that he would blow up the kitchen, and was even more afraid of ruining the hero's interest. After weighing it several times, he tentatively asked, "Add... more firewood?"

"it is good."

Fang Cun wiped his sweat.

The square-inch stove was cleaned up a lot. Gan Ting sat in front of the stove and added firewood boredly. The first step was to clamp the thickest one into the stove. The burning hay pile was instantly crushed by this firewood. , the flames are getting smaller and smaller.

Fang Cun saw this magical operation and raised his eyebrows. If Gan Ting hadn't been his sweetheart, Fang Cun would have scolded an idiot for this behavior of stuffing firewood with his bare hands.

"Ah Ting."

"Ah."

Fang Cun added some lard to the cauldron to ease the embarrassment, "How about adding some hay?"

Gan Ting bowed his head and thought for a moment, and felt that what he said made sense, but the stove was already filled with firewood, and no dead grass could squeeze in.

Gan Ting held the fire stick, not believing in evil, and poked the dead grass in.

"boom--"

With a loud noise, the half-dead flame instantly rose up, and the raging fire engulfed the cauldron, burning brilliantly.

Fang Cun was dumbfounded, how violent is this? It can directly smash the pot.

He smiled kindly, "It's okay, just a small problem."

It's okay, he still has a magic pen, and after a few tosses and struggles, he finished the dinner with difficulty. When it was served on the wooden table, the half-old man's already hungry chest was pressed against his back. If it was later, the rooster would probably crow. It was almost dawn.

Fang Cun eats with his chopsticks in his mouth, and secretly swears that he will never let Gan Ting into the kitchen again in his life.

Ban Lao blindly ate and drank enough, smashed and smashed his mouth, "You have a good craft."

Fang Cun wiped away bitter tears.

Ban Laoxia said indifferently: "Being able to eat this kind of home-cooked food before I die is one of my wishes fulfilled."

Fang Cun said: "Then your wish is too easy to come true."

"For me, eating a home-cooked meal is already a luxury." The old man stood up blindly, the wooden table creaked, as if it would fall apart in a second, "Today's bed is for you two asleep."

Fang Cun was puzzled, "Then where are you going to sleep?"

"Coffin." Ban Lao waved his hands blindly, "Remember, help me bury the soil tomorrow morning and burn some paper money."

He walked very freely and freely, without leaving any room for dissuasion, turned around and stepped out of the dilapidated hut.

Fang Cun quietly leaned against Gan Ting, "Shall we persuade him?"

Gan Ting stared at the back of the old man walking away blindly, and said calmly: "Everything is determined by God."

"Then..." Fang Cun moved a little closer, and while Gan Ting was still in a daze, he hugged him, "It's just the two of us in the room, should we do something tonight?"

Gan Ting punched his backhand, "Sleep, and go back to the prefect's mansion tomorrow morning."

Fang Cun rubbed the hammered chest, "Sleep as soon as you sleep, why are you so rough."

The hut was very stuffy and hot, even if there was a slight breeze at night, it was still a restless wind. They huddled together on a small straw mat, not honest in size, and took the opportunity to eat a lot of tofu.

It took less than a quarter of an hour for Gan Ting to go from desperate resistance to helpless compromise.

"It's almost done." Gan Ting slapped Fang Cun's face mercilessly with a pillow made of a few rags, "Hurry up and sleep."

"Okay!" Fang Cunquan hugged Gan Ting, lay on top of him like a koala, rubbed against his face, and fell asleep.

Gan Ting rolled his eyes at him, turned his head and fell asleep with his back to him.

I have to admit that Fang Cun has a very dry medicinal fragrance, which Fang Shenyue carried with him from birth, and later because he soaked in the medicine jar every day, he has always had it. This medicinal smell has been hated for many years, but this When the smell of medicine was put on Fang Cun's body, there was a gentle feeling that calmed Gan Ting's heart, enough for him to fall asleep at ease.

The sky was full of stars, and the stars were dancing. In the pitch-black night sky, there was a faint light condensed by the stars. Under the light, a black figure walked lightly, and tiptoed into the hut.

Seeing the two sleeping soundly on the straw mat, the black figure couldn't bear to look directly at him, turned his head, slowly approached Fang Cun, and groped on him.

Fang Cun slept very lightly, was woken up quickly, turned over to see the person in front of him clearly, and softly said: "Ban Lao Blind?...What are you doing?"

Hei Ying was stunned for a moment, then recovered, "I'll get up and take a shit."

"Don't pull on my head." Fang Cun continued to hang his hands on Gan Ting's body, and continued to sleep without paying attention.

Hei Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and spread out his palms, in which there was a pen lying impressively.

Day two.

Fang Cun got up early, wanted to see if Ban Laoxia had successfully crossed the catastrophe and returned to the god position, picked up the shovel to help him bury the coffin, and helped him burn some paper money by the way.

The pit in the black earth was dug neatly, the coffin lay safely in the middle, Fang Cun rolled up his trousers and jumped into the pit, ready to open the coffin to see if the old man was still alive.

"boom."

There was a violent impact on the coffin boards, and suddenly the whole coffin began to shake.

Gan Ting frowned slightly, and the back of his hands behind his back had already begun to gather spiritual energy.

"boom."

There was another impact, and the coffin board was pushed heavily to the ground, and the half-old blind lying inside suddenly sat up and stretched, "It's quite comfortable in the coffin."

Fang Cun took a big step back in fright, "You...didn't you?"

Ban Laoxia hehe said: "Unexpectedly, I didn't die."

Fang Cun seemed to understand but half understood, "It seems that this destiny has gone astray."

"Okay, it's none of your business here, let's go quickly." Ban Laoxia rolled over from the coffin and pushed Fang Cun into the pit.

"can."

Seeing that Fang Cun wanted to say something, Ban Lao Blind turned around and took a cornucopia and stuffed it in Fang Cun's hand, "Take the money and go, hurry up."

Fang Cun scratched his head, "Okay."

Gan Ting thoughtfully put away the spiritual power in his hands, and held the cornucopia in Fangcun, fearing that the old man would regret it, so he decisively chose to take the money and run away.

Looking at their backs going away, Ban Lao narrowed his eyes blindly.

They didn't pay attention to a newly dead corpse lying in the haystack behind the hut, with a face that was already bloodless and half-blind.

Gan Ting felt more and more wrong on the road, so he stopped Fang Cun, "Wait."

Fang Cun hugged the cornucopia, "What's wrong?"

Gan Ting began to move his hands up and down Fang Cun's body, and after walking for a while, he said in a deep voice, "The pen is gone."

"what?!"

Fang Cun put the cornucopia on the ground, touched the cuffs and collar, but couldn't find the pen.

The spiritual energy in Gan Ting's hands was gradually increasing, and he raised his eyes to look in the direction of the dilapidated hut, "The half-old blind just now is a fake."

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