Chapter 116 Shen Qingyi is angry (22)
As soon as these words came out, the wives and concubines all looked at Chen An.
Chen An said while drinking the porridge: "Don't look at me, just drink the porridge, and just wait for the people from the Red Fire Gang to collect the protection fee."
Hearing this, the wives and concubines all looked away and ate breakfast in silence.
It took about half an hour.
There was a shout outside the house.
"Fellow Taoists who live in House No. 8 in South Alley, please come out and pay the protection fee!"
House No. 8, South Lane.
This is exactly the house where Chen An's family lives.
"I'll go and pay the asylum fee."
"Pill Master Chen, I will go with you."
"okay."
Soon, both of them got up and walked outside the house.
After a while.
Only a creak sounded.
The gate of the yard opened.
Immediately, Chen An and Shen Qingyi met the members of the Red Fire Gang, who was a male cultivator who looked a little too ugly.
None of the facial features can be seen, and the face is covered with pockmarks, which is very ugly.
This male cultivator did not hide his strength, and his cultivation base as high as the third level of foundation building could be seen at a glance.
"My surname is Chen. The old Chen is an alchemist. I don't know how you call it?"
Chen An took out 2 middle-grade spirit stones and handed them to the male cultivator, while asking with a kind smile.
The male cultivator took the Lingshi and said indifferently: "Let me introduce myself. I am the steward who is responsible for providing shelter and collecting shelter fees for the residents of Nanxiang. My surname is Gao, and Gao Shan is Gao. From now on, you can call me a senior steward."
"It turned out to be a high-level official. The law and order in Baicao Alley is average. In the future, the high-level official will have to take care of him."
Chen An is very good at being a man. As soon as he spoke, he took out a bottle of Xiaohuandan from the storage bag, and handed it to the senior executive in front of him with a smile.
The senior officer took the medicine bottle and opened it, and found that it contained a second-order elixir, Xiao Huan Danhou, and his originally indifferent face was instantly covered with a smile.
"Chen Pill Master, not bad, very good."
"Just now along the way, I almost never met a few who are refreshing, let alone express themselves."
"If only the residents in Baicao Lane were as good at life as you are."
"If you encounter any difficulties here in the future, just tell me, and I will help if I can."
The executive said with enthusiasm, which was in stark contrast to the indifferent face just now.
After speaking, he left quickly and went to the next family to collect asylum fees.
Chen An was not in a hurry to go back to the house, but just stood at the door and watched the senior executives go to other houses to collect money.
The same is true for Shen Qingyi on the side.
In front of the next residents of Baicao Lane, the executives were not as easy to talk to as when they faced Chen An just now.
When encountering those who are not happy to pay money, they will be scolded at least, beaten at worst, very cruel.
When encountering those who have no money to pay, they are directly dragged out of the house to the laneway outside, and beaten violently in front of all the residents.
After finishing the work, they will take people away, saying that they will be taken to the Sanmai Building as coolies.
Chen An knew that the high-ranking executive had shown such brutality on purpose, in order to warn the residents of Nanxiang so that he could collect money later.
There are three fires for a new official to take office, nothing less than this reason.
Seeing the scene where senior officials oppressed the residents, Shen Qingyi committed the old habit of being jealous of the evil again, and once wanted to draw his sword and rush to punish the **** and eliminate the evil.
Fortunately, Chen An was by her side, and stopped her mindless impulsive behavior in time.
The Chihuo Gang just settled down in Baicao Lane, and they are worried that no one can use it to stand up.
If Shen Qingyi dared to make a move, he would definitely be caught by the Chihuo gang afterwards to make an example of others, beheaded in public and used as a negative lesson to deter everyone.
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time flies.
A blink of an eye.
Half a month has passed.
At this time, Wen Zhiyun was already ten months pregnant, but her stomach showed no signs of giving birth.
The yard.
Wen Zhiyun looked down at her swollen belly, and said with worry on her face, "Husband, I have been pregnant for ten months. Why is the baby in my stomach still not moving? Is there any problem?"
"Yun'er, don't worry, my husband has already checked with his spiritual sense, and the child in his stomach is developing very well, and it is estimated that he will give birth soon."
Chen An spoke softly.
But in fact, he is also a little worried now, afraid that his tsundere concubine will be pregnant with Nezha, and she will be pregnant for three and a half years.
Song Huaying, who was sitting in front of the house teaching her daughter to play the piano, heard the sound and comforted her: "Sister Wen, don't worry, you are a fairy. It is normal for you to conceive a little longer than a mortal woman. The longer you conceive, the better the talent of your child."
"Silly couple, how can there be such a saying, fairies are also human beings, and they are no different from ordinary people when it comes to pregnancy, otherwise they will go against the sky and give birth to freaks."
Wen Zhiyun said with a smile.
As soon as Song Huaying heard it, she immediately said "Bah, bah, bah, bah," and then said, "Sister Wen, don't talk nonsense, you must be pregnant with a fairy fetus, so you won't be a freak."
"You girl is very superstitious."
Wen Zhiyun walked up to Song Huaying, touched her forehead with a smile and said.
Chen An looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but smile.
These two people are usually called sisters, but at this moment, the tone of the arrogant concubine talking to the little wife sounds like a mother talking to her daughter, which is quite out of harmony.
But after thinking about it, I felt that there was nothing wrong.
After all, according to the current age of the two of them, the arrogant concubine who is almost forty years old can indeed be the mother of the young wife who is not yet twenty years old.
Thinking of this, Chen An couldn't help but look at Shen Qingyi who was sitting under the tree chatting with Gu Xinyue, and suddenly felt a little strange in his heart.
Shen Qingyi is now fifty-five years old. According to the early birth and early childbearing trend of this era, she is already old enough to be Wen Zhiyun's mother.
But now, Song Huaying, who is less than 20 years old, Wen Zhiyun, who is less than 40 years old, and Shen Qingyi, who is 55 years old, are usually referred to as sisters, which is really weird.
"Nowhere in the world of cultivating immortals is good, but there is one thing that is good. No matter how old a woman is, as long as she is a cultivator, she can always maintain her youthful appearance."
Chen An sighed silently in his heart.
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Before I knew it, another half month had passed.
This morning, Wen Zhiyun was really in a hurry.
She sat on the edge of the bed in her own room, and asked Chen An with a worried face: "Husband, I have been pregnant for ten and a half months, why is the baby still not moving?"
"Use your spiritual sense to help me investigate again!"
"Okay, let me check again."
Chen An radiated his spiritual consciousness as he spoke, penetrated into Wen Zhiyun's stomach, and probed the child in her belly.
After some investigation.
The result is the same as before.
The child is fine and healthy.
But somehow, there is no sign of labor.
This is so weird.
"Husband, what happened?"
Wen Zhiyun asked anxiously.
"I hope so."
Wen Zhiyun looked at her big belly, Liu Mei kept frowning and never let go, feeling very worried.
At this time, it is the same as last month.
The voice of the leader of the Chihuo Gang sounded from the Sanmai Building.
The sound is extremely penetrating, spreading throughout the entire Baicao Lane like ripples in water.
"All the residents of Baicao Lane, the one-month period has come, please consciously prepare the asylum fee and wait at home, and a manager will come to collect it soon!"
Chen An ignored the voice.
Seeing Wen Zhiyun's sad face, he decided to calm her down.
It will be about half an hour later.
【Fire Spirit Root Qualification +3】x5
Chen An sat with his back on the head of the bed, looked down at Wen Zhiyun who was nestled in his arms, and asked her softly, "Yun'er, do you feel better?"
"Well, much better."
Wen Zhiyun said with a flushed face.
Chen An kissed her, and said slowly: "The steward in charge of collecting the money from the Chihuo Gang should be here soon, so I will go out for a while for my husband, and you should rest in your room."
After finishing speaking, he quickly got out of bed and went to the yard outside.
Just arrived, the voice of a high-ranking official sounded outside the yard.
"Chen Pill Master, come out and pay the money!"
The voice just fell.
Chen An opened the gate of the yard with a creak, handed over the two prepared middle-grade spirit stones, and said with a kind smile: "Executive, long time no see."
"It's okay, I can see you every month from now on."
The senior manager no longer had the same enthusiasm as last month, took the Lingshi handed over, and after leaving such a sentence, he turned around and left.
Chen An looked at the back of the other party leaving, and couldn't help frowning slightly.
This senior executive seems to have a big appetite and is insatiable.
Give him a bottle of Xiaohuandan last month, and he greeted him with a smile.
I didn't give it this month, so I looked indifferent.
It's a bit difficult to deal with.
"Pill Master Chen, what's wrong?"
Shen Qingyi didn't know when she came out of the house, seeing Chen An frowning slightly, she couldn't help asking.
Chen An didn't want to talk too much to the jealous Shen Qingyi, lest she get sick and draw her sword again, so she just said lightly: "It's okay."
Seeing that Chen An didn't want to talk about it, Shen Qingyi didn't want to ask more questions.
stood silently with Chen An, watching the scene of senior executives collecting money from door to door in the alleyway.
At this time, the senior executive collected the protection fee and received it at the door of a widow's house.
The widow lived not far from Chen An's house, only one or two hundred meters away.
Quite beautiful, no children.
makes a living by selling spiritual fruits, and the economic situation is not so good.
The asylum fee of up to 2 middle-grade spirit stones per month is a bit stressful for her.
Now I'm living off my savings.
Once the savings are used up, they will be completely unable to pay the asylum fee.
Therefore, from the day the Red Fire Gang announced that they would be stationed in Baicao Lane, this widow has already started to find a good husband for herself.
The reason why he is still single now is purely because his vision is too high and he doesn't look down on monks in the Qi refining period.
Even if she is a monk in the Foundation Establishment period, she doesn't want anyone who is not handsome enough.
Very picky.
During the period, I came to hook up with Chen An, but unfortunately Chen An was not interested in the widow, so it was nothing in the end.
In front of the widow's house.
The executive went to the booth where the widow placed at the door, glanced at it, and finally landed on the spiritual grape in front of the widow, and asked:
"Miss Boss, are your grapes sweet?"
"Sweet, my grapes are too sweet!" The widow said enthusiastically.
The executive shook his head after hearing this: "Forget it, I like sour food."
"That's it, then the executive will look at other spiritual fruits to see if there is one that suits your taste?"
The widow still said enthusiastically on her face.
Soon, the executive looked at Ling Mitao behind her and said:
"Miss Boss, are your peaches sweet?"
"Sour, my peaches are sour, do you want to buy some and go back to taste?"
The executive shook his head again and said, "No, I like sweet peaches."
"Heh...hehe, you have a really different taste, senior officer."
The widow said enthusiastically with a forced smile on her face.
At this time, the senior officer pointed to the loquat in front of the widow and said, "Miss Boss, is your loquat sweet?"
This time, the widow had a long memory. She neither said sweet nor sour, but asked: "Senior officer, my loquat is sour or sweet. I wonder which flavor of loquat the senior officer likes?"
"No, I'll just ask casually, I don't like loquat."
"Then I would like to ask, what kind of spiritual fruit do you like to eat?"
The widow held back as much as possible, and asked enthusiastically as always.
The senior executive grabbed the widow's tender hand with a smile on his face, and asked meaningfully: "I like to eat a kind of spiritual fruit called the widow. I wonder if the proprietress sells it here?"
"Executives, please respect yourself."
The widow directly withdrew her hand, and took a few steps back, minding the senior officer touching her hand very much.
The senior executive is so ugly that she finds it disgusting.
Seeing the disgusted expression on the widow's face, the senior executive was poked at the sore spot, and immediately became angry from embarrassment, and raised his hand to slap the widow.
"Snapped!"
"Bitch, did I give you face?"
"I want to have a good talk with you, but you pretend to be here with me, do you have to do it?"
The senior executive said with a fierce look on his face.
The widow was slapped heavily, and blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth. She was so frightened that she trembled and dared not speak.
Not far away, Chen An saw this scene and couldn't help but shook his head, lamenting the cruelty of the world.
The widow is very pitiful, but he doesn't want to meddle in her own business.
He is the head of the family, and there are wives and daughters to take care of at home, so he can only stand by and watch when this kind of thing happens.
Heroes saving the beauty and so on are no longer suitable for him now.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, let's go back to the house."
Based on the idea that what is out of sight is pure, Chen An said to Shen Qingyi beside him.
However, just as he finished speaking, there was a "cang" sound from beside him!
This is the sound of a sword coming out of its sheath!
Shen Qingyi couldn't bear it anymore, pulled out the saber from his waist, and rushed towards the senior executive who was 100 meters away with a bang!
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(end of this chapter)