Zhao Wujiang didn't know what the cultivation system in this world was, and what realm he had in the past heavenly level cultivation was here.

What's more, his current cultivation seems to be blocked in his body and it is difficult to exert it.

He needs to leave this village to have the opportunity to see the whole picture of the world.

What he saw and heard in this village without any soul, including most of the world, were obtained through the bragging and fucking chat between the village chief Zhao Fugui and others.

Is the world really so big? The Southern Region alone is unimaginable, or is it that the village chief Zhao Fugui exaggerated his words?

As he thought about it, the four brothers and sisters returned home.

The home is just an ordinary yard, not big, with five rooms, a small yard, a pigpen, and a cattle and sheep pen.

Compared with the temple and Xingqing Courtyard of Kyoto where Zhao Wujiang was before, it is much smaller.

There are only two women in the family, one is a third sister and the other is a second sister-in-law.

There are seven men in the family, one, four, five, six, eight, nine, and Zhao Fugui.

The village chief's second son died in the disaster that happened half a year or a year ago.

Lao Qi left the village half a year ago and said he wanted to go to the big city to find opportunities.

Now this family has a lot of plans and only nine people.

When the strong man Zhao Dalang and the prince of the king and prince of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king of the king

The ninth old Zhao Wuyang and second sister-in-law don’t need to go, and the rest of them will all go.

In this way, Zhao Dalang, Zhao Wanghou and Zhao Tingting, who had just returned home, had not yet sat down, quickly followed Lao Si to the east end of the village.

Dad Zhao Fugui asked them to go except for the fool's ninth brother Zhao Wujiang and second sister-in-law, which shows that things are not simple and even a bit serious.

They dare not delay too much.

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Small courtyard.

Only Zhao Wujiang and his second sister-in-law were left.

"It's okay, you touch it."

The second sister-in-law was wearing a long gray-blue dress and a floral apron. She was plump, like a ripe peach.

She tied her hair to her ears and said softly to Zhao Wujiang.

"No..." Zhao Wujiang shook his head.

The second sister-in-law's beautiful face was a little angry, and she put her hands on her hips, making her look more plump and proud, like a branch shaking in the wind, trembling.

She said in a deep voice:

"Touch quickly."

Zhao Wujiang smiled, his eyes still as stupid as clear, so he reached out and touched it.

The purchase is a bit hot, white, smooth, tender, and it is still trembling slightly when touching.

"How does it feel?"

The second sister-in-law was full of expectations. She looked at the fool's ninth brother. She looked beautiful and was a little stupid. If only she wasn't stupid.

"Smooth, tender, very comfortable, and a little fragrant." Zhao Wujiang withdrew his hand from his trembling whiteness and scratched his head and smiled.

The second sister-in-law approached Zhao Wujiang with a fair thing and asked expectantly:

"It's okay, you smell it again, will there be any other smell?"

Zhao Wujiang's nose thrust, and then he sniffed it seriously, and shook his head seriously:

"there is none left."

The second sister-in-law nodded with satisfaction and smiled sweetly:

"Do you want to eat?"

"Think." Zhao Wujiang nodded and smiled, his eyes stayed above the whiteness and softness.

"Then wait until dad and the others come back to eat together." The second sister-in-law wiped the apron with both hands and took out the freshly prepared tofu.

She had not washed her hands before, so she asked her ninth brother Zhao Wuyang to touch her freshly prepared tender tofu.

After hearing the description of Ninth Brother, she knew that tofu should be good.

But she was a little troubled. Should this tender tofu be made of sweet or salty?

As she thought about it, at the east end of the village, the children of Zhao Fugui's family rushed towards the house in a hurry.
Chapter completed!