Chapter 129: The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

Chapter 129: The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

Congliang originally thought that Song Chen would hide, but he didn't expect Song Chen to stand honestly and let her kiss, she took a sip, reached out and patted Song Chen's ass, opened the store door, and leaned against the door, He smiled and shook his head, "Go... come back early."

Song Chen ran out, and Cong Liang stood at the door watching him, and when he ran all the way from the door of the house to the end of the street and turned completely out of sight, he retracted his sight.

Cong Liang stood at the door and watched the street for a while, nothing unusual. Compared with the prosperity of the fief of the first big baby, it can be described as a backcountry.

With the store door open, Liang dragged the chain back to the square table at the entrance of the stairs, picked up the wrong clothes that were sewn in the morning and looked at it, and it was indeed wrong.

There were no customers in the store at the moment, and Liang Liang used scissors to pick up the fine stitches a little bit, and then compared with another sleeve that had been sewn, re-aligned the edges, and sewed it up.

She acted casually, looking at the door from time to time, but after looking at it for a whole morning, there was no one entering the store. After finishing sewing clothes, she even went to the door twice, and there were no people coming and going on the street. Little, there is no one who wants to buy clothes and fabrics?

Thanks to her, Song Chen didn't tell her the price of clothes and fabrics, and she didn't know what the currency in this world was.

Fortunately, there was not a single person who entered the store in the morning. According to the plot, Cong Liang knew that the infidelity of the original body caused some trouble and affected the business of the store, but I didn't expect it to affect to this extent, so how did Song Chen support himself? her?

There was really nothing to do, Cong Liang moved a small bench and sat at the door, staring at the people coming and going in a daze, by the way, waiting for Song Chen to come back.

She hurried back and forth to drink and pee, for fear of missing out on business, but she passed by again all afternoon, and there was not even a single person trying to enter the store.

In the afternoon, she gathered a few winks from a gentleman at the pastry shop opposite, a few glances from the guy at the bun shop next door, and an aunt who passed by four times, wearing **** yellow clothes, shaking her head four times inexplicably sigh.

After finally coming back to Song Chen, Cong Liang hurriedly closed the store door and entangled in it, and said depressedly: "All day, there is not a single person who came to buy clothes and fabrics!" Cong Liang shook Song Chen's shirt sleeves, "This store, you How did it take so long?"

"Sell it," Congliang said, "or do something else? It doesn't make money, so what will we do in the future..."

Song Chen's expression was not right from the beginning, but after listening to Congliang's words, his expression was even more strange, and he couldn't help repeating Congliang's words like a dream, "Live your life..."

"Yes," Cong Liang said, "it's a pity that this store is not rented. Otherwise, in this case, we would pack up and sleep on the street in a few days."

Nianliang never imagined that in this world, the influence of a woman's infidelity could be so great. With Song Chen's sleeve in her hand, she sat on the stairs and pondered how to make money by doing something.

Otherwise, the two of them will sell the store and move to a place no one knows to open a new one, so that they will not be affected by the shabby things of the original body, but this idea may not be so easy to operate. Besides Song Chen, she hasn't finished it yet, and she doesn't want to be with her, let alone leave with her...

Cong Liang was in trouble about the impoverishment of his future life. He was searching for knowledge in modern times that could be used in this ancient times. He didn't notice that Song Chen, who was standing next to him, was looking at her with an indescribable look.

It was true that he went to Cong's house to hand over the style of clothes, but the main purpose was not this. He completed the agreed time for the style in advance, and after handing over the style to the housekeeper of Cong's house, he went to the west of the city.

Song Chen went to find the Huang Xiaoxian'er in the west of the city, and invited her to come to the house to have a look first. Huang Xiaoxian'er was an aunt, and she was quite famous in the west of the city. She could read feng shui and fortune-telling. Flowers are a human thing. It is said that it can also catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits.

After delivering the clothes, Song Chen went to her and planned to let her see first. Song Chen has no money in his hand right now, and he will not be able to pay for the matter until the autumn clothes made by the servants are delivered.

He asked Huang Xiaoxian'er to take a look first, intending to let her see what Congliang was. Song Chen also provided some information with a blushing face. He felt that Congliang should be the seductive type, because Song Chen felt My own two out of control, is to be seduced.

Huang Xiaoxian'er came with him. She originally wanted to bring in the store to have a look, but as soon as the two of them turned the corner, they saw Cong Liangzheng sitting at the door, so they didn't come over. Look in the distance.

However, Huang Xiaoxian'er stared at it for a long time, pretending to be a pedestrian, and going around four times, but in the end she couldn't see what happened to Congliang.

Song Chen still remembered staring at Huang Xiaoxian'er who was in Congliang's afternoon. After reading it, he rubbed his eyes and said, "I can't see it, I can't see it, but I can be sure that it's not possessed by a ghost. I'm watching with both eyes. There are only two possibilities unless she is something..."

Huang Xiaoxian'er said: "It's either a great demon with deep cultivation, or some kind of mountain spirit and loose immortal. Since your family doesn't leave, let's offer it up. No one in Shancheng can do anything about it..."

"Which mountain is a loose fairy, Tu Xian'er came down to play," Huang Xiaoxian'er instructed Song Chen before leaving, "Don't provoke, just follow, wait for her to get tired of playing, maybe she will leave by herself..."

Although Huang Xiaoxian'er is not very famous and the price is relatively close to the people, in Shancheng, there are more people looking for her than those famous Taoist priests, although she is frightened like a child, frail and hit a lonely soul or something, Small and trivial, but never heard of anything she couldn't solve.

Song Chen looked down at Congliang's hair spin. He really didn't know what to do. If Huang Xiaoxian'er couldn't solve it, he wouldn't be able to hire someone more powerful. Could it be that he's really tired of waiting for her to "play", okay? walk on my own?

But she said she wanted to live... live with him? Song Chen slowly pulled his sleeves back from Cong Liang's hands, his eyes floated a little, thinking of "playing" what fun is there in his house...

"I'm hungry." Congliang stood up from the stairs, thinking about it for a long time, but couldn't think of any modern technology that can be applied to ancient times, the four great inventions... and so on, some of the most amazing modern inventions, she has heard of it - but she won't.

After thinking about it, she still decided to get Song Chen to move, the easiest and most reliable, and start over in a place no one knew. She would help Song Chen to fight again, so that she would not suffer from poverty.

So the top priority is to get Song Chen first, put the little rabbit in his mouth first, and go wherever he wants.

"Let's cook." Cong Liang tilted his head and looked at Song Chen from the bottom up, "Husband? Why is your face so red?"

Song Chen quickly threw some bad guesses about "playing" out of his head, and when Cong Liangyi called him, he jumped in shock.

"What's wrong?" Cong Liang stretched out his hand to hug, Song Chen hurriedly walked to the kitchen, "I, I'm going to cook..."

Cong Liang pouted and followed Song Chen into the kitchen. After Song Chen lit the fire, he squatted on the stovetop and added firewood.

Song Chen saw that she was crouching there and the fire was on fire, so he almost threw the rice-washing basin out. According to Huang Xiaoxian'er, the one in front of him was either a big demon or a loose immortal, let him do it well and don't provoke it...

Song Chen put the rice into the pot, stood behind Congliang scratching his ears and said, "I, I'll come," Song Chen said respectfully, "Just go in and wait..."

Not to mention the big demon scattered immortal, even his wife didn't help him cook. Cong Liangwenyan turned around and smiled at him. Not only did he not get up, he also sat down with a piece of wood under his buttocks.

"I'll help you," Congliang said, "I see that the green vegetables in the backyard are growing very well. You can pick some, and I'll fry them for you later..."

Song Chen rolled his Adam's apple and stretched out his hand towards Congliang's arm. He wanted to help her up, but he didn't dare to implement it. In his mind, he said what Huang Xiaoxian had instructed, don't mess with... don't mess with... just follow, follow...

Holding a pot and squatting in the vegetable field to pick vegetables, Song Chen's hands were shaking a little, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't do it, he followed it, if she wanted to cook the vegetables, it would be fine, if she wanted...then he would also follow is it?

Thinking of the morning... Song Chen squatted in the vegetable field and buried his head between his arms, his ears were red, he really couldn't think of anything else in this house for her to play besides himself, but... No, Huang Xiaoxian I said, she will leave when she is tired of playing. If she leaves, what will he do?

As for his wife, if this is not his wife, is his wife killed and eaten or hidden? What if you get tired of playing and eat him and kill him...

That doesn't work, you have to ask.

Song Chen was washing on the edge of the well with a vegetable bowl, his face was white and then red, he was very afraid of unknown things, especially he had seen her extraordinary strength, but he couldn't pretend he didn't know because he was afraid...

After washing the dishes, Song Chen made a decision in his heart. Since Huang Xiaoxian'er can't solve it, and he can't afford anyone else, he will ask himself, he must ask clearly, where is his wife, and is she still alive? , and to make it clear that he can accompany him if he wants to play the house, but... he can't play with her.

Cong Liang didn't know yet that she herself had become a powerful figure in the mouth of the aunt in yellow clothes who passed by the door several times at noon.

When the rice was ready, Liang Xizi rolled up her arms and rolled up her sleeves, and cooked a plate of green vegetables. On the dinner table, Song Xiaotu Ji, who had been feeding her diligently, was in the kitchen.

Song Chen didn't know the taste of the food he ate, and was particularly nervous. He felt more and more that his guess was right, she was just playing him...

From Liang Jian, Song Chen looked like he was about to cry, and with regret, he withdrew the foot under the table to rub against his calf, blinked a few times, and waited for Song Chen to finish eating and then graciously got up to collect the table and wash the dishes.

After washing the dishes, Cong Liang held everything he needed to make clothes, and pulled Song Chen's sleeve upstairs, "Let's go, I'll help you make clothes."

Song Chen's legs were shaking a little. Although he decided to ask clearly, he was still very scared. Huang Xiaoxian told him not to provoke him. If he asked in a hurry, he would not eat him...

Cong Liang dragged the chain into the room, and put the things in his arms on the table. He closed the door on the second floor. Seeing Song Chen still standing at the door, he couldn't help but wonder, "Come here, why are you standing there?"

Seeing him shaking again, Congliang couldn't help laughing, "What are you afraid of," Congliang said, "I won't eat you again."

The author has something to say: Song Chen: Don't eat me QAQ

Cong Liang: Eating... is definitely something you have to eat, and the way you eat it you will definitely like it. _(:j”∠)_