Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 39 The Strange Madam Prefect
Ke Mingsong did not abandon his studies because there was no one to teach him. He still devoted several hours every day to studying and practicing calligraphy seriously.

Jiang Fuyuan asked someone to buy a lot of books from the state capital. He read each one slowly by himself, marking the parts he didn't understand so that he could study them more in the future.

Little Fatty volunteered himself. He felt that he was fully qualified to teach Big Zai.

When Ke Mingsong was reading and writing, he looked aside and was sure that basic books such as "Li Weng Duiyun" and "Zengguang Xianwen" were trivial to him.

Jiang Fuyuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the confident little fat man: "Are you able to hold a pen, or can you open a book?"

Fatty: ...

The ink in the book is not an ordinary item, it contains the majestic power of a saint, and Xiaopang, who is a ghost, cannot touch it.

Yu Qingchi was probably an exception because of his deep obsession during his lifetime and the fact that he had been copying books in the underworld for 16 years.

Looking at Jiang Fuyuan sadly, the shocked little fat man cried and got back into the soul bottle.

After returning home that day, he took a fancy to this treasure. With Jiang Fuyuan's permission, he got into the bottle and took a look. Good guy, there was something inside it.

The space inside the soul bottle is huge. In order to separate the ghosts, it is divided into rooms. Xiaopang counted about hundreds of rooms.

Xiaopang, who suddenly felt that he owned a mansion, no longer wanted to sleep on a small branch, but instead lived in a big palace.

"Dong dong" tapped the bottle, and Jiang Fuyuan shouted: "Take out the bacon legs. Erwa said yesterday that she would eat bacon and stir-fried beans."

Ever since Jiang Fuyuan discovered that anything that Little Fatty is holding can be brought into the soul bottle, especially food. Whatever you put in will be the same as what you take out. From then on, the Soul Bottle has become not only Little Fatty's mansion, but also food. Their fresh-keeping warehouse.

Little Fatty, who had just arrived in the bottle and spread it out into a large font:...

Zaizai wants to eat, can this little god refuse?
Of course not!

He got up resigned to his fate, floated to the warehouse area and searched for it. From the hill-like pile of meat, he pulled out a waxed pig leg half as tall as his body, carried it and floated out a soul bottle.

"Dong dong dong", Zhu Yougui's rough voice sounded along with the knock on the door.

"Xiangu, are you at home? I have a distinguished guest asking to see you."

Ever since the incident in Jingcun, Zhu Yougui seemed to have determined that Jiang Fuyuan was the envoy of Immortal Fuyuan, and visited him every three days.

Either asking for talismans and seals, or sending tributes, and inspecting the construction progress of Fuyuan Immortal Temple, which is also located in Kejia Village.

The half-human-tall bacon leg just now was made by Zhu Yougui. Because it contains the power of sincere faith, it tastes particularly nourishing.

The Ke family had become accustomed to his visit. Xiaopang turned a blind eye and carried the pig leg to the kitchen house to deal with it. The two cubs continued to read and practice calligraphy in the back room, and the other lay at the table curiously watching his brother circle and write.

Jiang Fuyuan came out and opened the door.

There was a group of people standing in front of the door. Except for Zhu Yougui and Ah San and Ah Si at the front, the people behind them were all strangers.

Zhu Yougui said with a smile on his face: "Xiangu, I'm here to disturb you again."

He turned sideways and led Jiang Fuyuan to look at the group of people in rich and beautiful clothes behind him: "This is the wife of the magistrate of Bozhou, who came specially to offer incense to Immortal Fuyuan."

【Am I already so famous? 】

Jiang Fuyuan raised an eyebrow and looked at the so-called prefect's wife.

The maid next to her was holding an umbrella for the Madam. From her perspective, she could only see half of the Magistrate's Madam's face.

With a pointed chin and a small mouth, she seems to be a beauty from Xiaojiabiyu.

The position of prefect is not small, so Jiang Fuyuan decided to follow the etiquette of this world.

"Hello, madam." Jiang Fuyuan bowed to her and saluted.

The prefect's wife's pupils shrank suddenly, she paused suddenly, and immediately took a step to the right.

Just dodging Jiang Fuyuan's salute.

Because of this step, she took a step beyond the umbrella's coverage.

Under the sunlight, the face of the prefect's wife was clearly reflected in Jiang Fuyuan's eyes.

Her face is slightly more pointed than an oval face, her nose is as straight as a peak, and her slender phoenix eyes are slightly upturned. She is not a beauty in the traditional sense, but she has a certain charm about her.I don't know if the sun was too bright, but Jiang Fuyuan felt that the hair on the face of the prefect's wife seemed heavier and yellowish.

The maid obviously didn't expect Madam to move, so she quickly held an umbrella and got close to her.

"Madam, I told you that you are weak, so be careful not to get burned by the sun."

Having just witnessed the prefect's wife's clever dodge, Jiang Fuyuan felt that the master the maid mentioned might need to have his eyes checked.

How does this look weak?
As if to confirm what the maid said, the magistrate's wife covered her mouth and coughed a few times, and said in a soft voice: "You guys wait here, I want to ask the fairy aunt alone for some advice."

Everyone responded, and the maid holding the umbrella wanted to say something else. Seeing the madam's expression that she could not refuse, she had no choice but to stop and watch her walk towards Jiang Fuyuan step by step.

It looked like how wronged her wife would be if she entered the Ke family.

Jiang Fuyuan shrugged, and after the magistrate's wife stepped through the door, she closed the door tightly, completely blocking out the maid's eager eyes.

"Ma'am, please sit inside."

She walked a few steps and found that the prefect's wife behind her had not followed her. When she turned around, she saw that the lady was standing in front of the chicken coop, staring intently at three plump pheasants.

"Gudong..."

Jiang Fuyuan swore that she definitely heard the sound of swallowing.

The prefect's wife, swallowing saliva over her pheasants?
It sounds so weird!
The three pheasants, who were usually not afraid of strangers, were now hugging each other, with all their colorful feathers blowing up. From a distance, they looked like three big balls.

"Madam...this is my laying hen."

It is used for laying eggs and cannot be eaten.

The prefect's wife seemed to suddenly come to her senses, and explained with an awkward smile: "Well... I just want to take a look..."

Of course she knew she couldn't eat these three chickens, but she couldn't control her instinct...

Forcing herself to look away, the prefect's wife took a few steps to follow Jiang Fuyuan.

She thought silently in her mind: "It's better not to look at it. If you don't look at it, you won't be greedy. Just go into the house, and you won't see the chicken..."

Unexpectedly, when she entered the outer room, an almost soul-stirring aroma of meat penetrated the tip of her nose, so exciting that she almost revealed her true body.

Does the Immortal Lord eat so well?

Looking at the prefect's wife whose eyes were glowing green, Jiang Fuyuan squinted her eyes and stared for a long time.

There is a shadow and body temperature, but it is not a ghost.

But he doesn't look like a human being.

She thought for a while, then asked carefully: "What do you call Madam?"

The prefect's wife, whose mind was filled with the smell of meat, swallowed her saliva and said: "Huang Shuxun..."

"Mrs. Huang came to visit today. Why?"

"I want it... it smells... it smells so good..."

Huang Shuxun had never smelled such a fragrant meat smell. All the delicacies she had eaten before had turned into dregs. If she could only take a bite of this meat...

A trace of crystal clear liquid slid down the prefect's wife's mouth.

Jiang Fuyuan's eyes twitched.

"Master, the bacon and beans are ready, how about I make some pig's trotter soup?" The little fat man came out of the kitchen.

Because Zhu Yougui couldn't see him, he always came and left whenever he wanted.

A big fluffy yellow tail shook at him unconsciously.

"...Master, you can't keep a dog. I'm allergic to dog hair."

(End of this chapter)