Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

Chapter 88, Means of Living

Old patriarch Feng's thin face was full of wrinkles, he smiled kindly, but when he was serious, Feng Qingluo could sit down consciously.

"I want to ask our little patriarch, how will we go next?" The old patriarch Feng who said this was serious, Feng Qingluo immediately sat down obediently.

She said: "Grandma, it will be cold and dew tomorrow. The weather is getting colder every day. The prey on the mountain is not easy to hunt, and... the third uncle and the fifth uncle have been injured one after another. I think it is best not to hunt this year."

Old patriarch Feng nodded, frowned and said: "It's good if you have an idea." Slowly, he said: "Hunting is like taking food from the mouths of poisonous insects and ferocious beasts. You can lose your life. Getting injured is even more common. You have to learn to accept it."

Feng Qingluo was silent for a while before saying: "If there is a better way to make a living, why bother to compete with the beast for a bite, or we can practice martial arts again. What beast."

The old patriarch Feng laughed and shook his head, "You are not a big man, but you have a lot of ambition! Well, you are the patriarch and how to revitalize the Feng clan is up to you."

"Grandma, you are going to be the hands-off shopkeeper!" Feng Qingluo complained exaggeratedly.

The old patriarch Feng told her with certainty, "That's right! I stepped down from the position of patriarch as early as three months ago, didn't I? From now on, the Feng clan will be up to you!"

"Yeah, grandma, don't worry, we will definitely do better!"

With Feng Qingluo's words, the old patriarch Feng was finally relieved, she reached out to touch her crutch and stood up, refusing the help of the two children and trembling back to the room.

Looking at the hunched figure of old patriarch Feng, Feng Qingluo felt very helpless. The Lingquan water is very friendly to everyone, but it has no effect on this old man.

Long Batian said that the natural aging spirit spring water like the old patriarch Feng has little effect, at most it can make her feel better and live longer.

After the old patriarch Feng left, Feng Qingluo was a little depressed. She silently packed up the dishes and went out to wash. Qin Zhi refused to let her take over, so they had to wash together in the end.

There were only three bowls and three pairs of chopsticks in total, and the two of them were so tired that Han Yan couldn't even look at them, so he ran to the river to take a bath.

The water in the late autumn night is very cold, but Han Yan is not afraid, he has already politely refused Feng Qingluo to let him take a hot bath at home several times.

Feng Qingluo couldn't care about Han Yan, but Qin Zhi did. Since the Mid-Autumn Festival, he felt that the water was getting colder and ordered him to take a bath at home.

Qin Zhi is thin and thin. Although he has martial arts foundation and strength, he doesn't look strong. Feng Qingluo is afraid that he will suffer from illness in this ancient time when a single wind and cold may kill someone, so he gives him as much as possible in life. A little love.

At this time Qin Zhi stood behind Feng Qingluo, she washed a bowl, he took one, childish like two children.

Soon Feng Qingluo handed him the last bowl, and then said helplessly: "Aren't you tired? The hot water has been boiled, go wash up and go to sleep!"

Qin Zhi put the bowl away and turned around to give her a big hug. Feng Qingluo was stunned. She was unprepared and froze all over for a while, not knowing how to respond to this enthusiasm.

"What's the matter?" Feng Qingluo asked patiently.

She seemed to be more patient with people with amnesia than with three-year-olds, and in the end she patted Qin Zhi on the back to comfort him.

Qin Zhi was depressed, buried his head in Feng Qingluo's neck and shoulders, trying to absorb the warmth from her body.

"Luoluo, I'm not very happy today." Qin Zhi suddenly said such a thoughtless remark, Feng Qingluo was stunned for a while before tentatively asking: "Is it related to our going to Nan'an City?"

"Maybe!"

(End of this chapter)