I work as a housekeeper in Guilou

Chapter 220 Zhang Ying’s Travel Notes ()
"Get some white wine to cool down?" Erya frowned. She often made this expression, and vertical lines appeared between her eyebrows.

"Wine can take away heat, but..." the toothless man hissed, "You don't understand even if I tell you. If you don't believe it, just try it yourself and you will know."

He seemed to be half-informed, but Xia Qimiao knew what he meant.

Alcohol evaporates and absorbs heat and can lower the temperature. This is physics knowledge, and it is not a strange truth to her.

The strange gap-toothed man didn't understand, but he could still pronounce similar terms.

Xia Qimiao felt the coolness above her head and thought to herself, just because this village is backward does not mean that the outside world is backward.

"Thank you." Da Ya thought more than she did. She knew that this kind of wine was made from grain, and they didn't even have enough to eat, so it was very precious.

The man also said that as long as he could drink enough, he could send his daughter there.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm a bad person." The gap-toothed man was most annoyed by her eyes. Although the eyes of the three girls were all round, Daya looked the most like her mother.

He looked at her and couldn't help but think of her mother, and then his own.

The sky here got dark very quickly, and it got dark soon. Lin Jiangdan kept his promise and came back on time.

At this time, Xia Qimiao was studying Zhang Ying's coffin, which was brought by the Zhang family's mother-in-law. In theory, it should be made of cypress wood.

She remembered that in that copy, she just picked up the cypress wood and chanted the spell to successfully use the spiritual fire.

Thinking about it this way, it was too easy that time. I don’t know if it was because of the props or something else.

She looked at the coffin and wondered if it would be feasible to saw a piece of cypress wood and try it. Since she couldn't find the cypress tree, how about getting the wood locally?
The little guy who had already fallen asleep in the coffin did not expect that his coffin would be taken care of by the original poster.

Lin Jiangdan didn't recognize Xia Qimiao at first, so he turned around and asked the toothless man: "Who are these children?"

"They said you asked them to come to you."

"I asked them...?" Lin Jiangdan was halfway through his words. He looked into the eyes of the thinnest little girl among them and perked up. "Yes, that's right."

Erya's eyes lit up: "Are you really going to take us out as Sanya said?"

Lin Jiangdan saw the host nodding slightly, so he responded: "Yes."

"But before that, I have to have a few words alone with... Sanya."

"Do we have to be alone?" Daya held Sanmei's hand, feeling slightly worried.

Xia Qimiao patted the back of her hand to comfort her: "It's okay."

One person and one person got a space to be alone.

"Master, are you okay?" Lin Jiangdan was the first to care about the poster. She felt that she was as thin as paper now and would break if the wind blew.

"Yeah." Xia Qimiao said in a few words, briefly explaining to her what she had experienced in the past few moments.

"You are possessing this little girl and want to help them escape from here?" Lin Jiangdan's eyes fell on the girl nibbling on the pancake in the distance. "Why are they running away? Isn't this their home?"

...Hearing this, Xia Qimiao coughed twice, and was patted on the back to comfort her. However, the scratches on his back hurt even more.

In her observation, although this ghost is obsessed with painting, it should not be ignorant of the sufferings of the world. It should be that she did not correctly understand what she meant: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, why did we take those little girls out," Lin Jiangdan saw that the poster was still waiting for her to explain, so he added, "instead of killing all the people who harmed them for them?" Hearing the next sentence, Xia Qi After a wonderful reaction, the meaning of this strange creature was that as long as all the people who oppressed them were killed, they would not have to flee and could continue to live here.

After all, it can be seen from Da Ya Er Ya's conversation that they are responsible for a lot of farm work and housework. If they were not hindered by their father, they could live a safe and self-sufficient life.

The real dilemma they face now is that as long as this village still exists according to the existing rules, it is impossible for them to survive independently here.

Because they cannot get rid of their fathers and cannot choose their own families.

The village is typically organized around families, and a recognized family requires at least one "head of the family," who is only an adult male.

Their father oppresses them internally, but he still exists and has protection in a secular sense from the outside.

When they are in the village, it's like they have the goods in the main store. Even if someone has evil intentions, they will weigh themselves.

If their father is not here, then they will really become fish on the chopping board, goods in an ownerless store that can be taken at will.

But how can people be goods?
To retell Lin Jiangdan's words in a slightly more beautified way, that is - by overthrowing the people in power and the beneficiaries of this village, and rewriting the rules so that Daya and the others can live here like real people.

What they can't do as humans, monsters can do.

Xia Qimiao breathed a sigh of relief and thought about finding her a book similar to language arts. She should not just immerse herself in painting, but also learn to speak. She almost got angry just now.

"It's a way." She seriously considered the feasibility of this matter. Although there were still many problems, they could be included in the alternatives. The more options, the better.

It’s just that we don’t have enough information at the moment to determine which path to choose.

"You just went out, did you find anything?"

"You must have felt that the concentration of source power in the village is extremely high. I went out just to investigate this matter," Lin Jiangdan looked serious, "something is not right here."

Xia Qimiao did not pretend to understand this time, but said frankly: "I didn't feel it. It feels like this place is no different from a mysterious building."

"I forgot again that you and I are not on the same level." She was a little annoyed and patted her forehead. "For me, there shouldn't be much difference between more and less for a being of your level. They are both pretty good." Less."

Okay, she helped her round out her words again, Xia Qimiao could only smile.

"Although the source power here is abundant, it is far inferior to that of the Guile Tower." Lin Jiangdan thought hard to find a suitable explanation, "You can understand it this way, as long as the monsters below B level are in such a dense source power environment, If it survives, it will not dissipate.”

There is no level limit for the Guilly Tower.

Xia Qimiao understood. If Guilou was a large rental refrigerator, this was a small refrigerator that could keep the ice cream at a temperature that would prevent it from melting.

"Did you find the reason?"

"Sorry, sir, not yet. I randomly grabbed a C-level monster and asked about it. I found that it couldn't explain the reason, so I killed it."

Are C-level monsters just Chinese cabbage? Why are you catching them so casually?

Xia Qimiao had a bad premonition: "Are there many strange things here?"

I clearly remembered that I replaced it in the morning, but I just found out that it didn’t work. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.

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