The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 12 My name is Luo Jia
Yuncheng does not want to answer this kind of question.

But the little black face should have explained it to the other party.

Yun Cheng just watched the expression on the young man's face, from doubt to surprise, his pupils gradually enlarged, and the eyes that were originally very big because of his thinness turned out to be a little scary.

Like a scary skeleton.

When it came to the final shyness, the clear eyes seemed to be covered with two layers of pink.

Yun Cheng felt that the boy's face was so amazing that he could change so many expressions.

Yun Cheng withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and felt that he had seen a ghost, actually looking at an ugly boy for so long.

After a while, Yun Cheng felt that the young man should have accepted this fact.

He shyly picked up the porridge in his hand, and thanked the translucent screen.

"Thank you."

Yun Cheng said, "You're welcome."

[Master~Master~Because the points are not enough, the system cannot be upgraded, so I can't communicate with the little boy by voice for the time being. 】

[You can enter text~φ(>ω<*), just write directly on the screen. 】

Yun Cheng looked around, there was no one at home, and nothing happened.

Yun Cheng simply sat lazily in front of the stove door, lit up a little fire, warmed it up, and then swipe on the translucent screen.

【What's your name? 】

Yun Cheng asked.

When the boy saw the font, he was a little confused. He should be illiterate.

But it didn't take long to understand that the little black face should have a translator.

"My name is Roca."

"The net of heaven and earth, the Ka of Sakyamuni." The young man seemed very shy, and he looked at the screen a little bit dodged.

But Yun Cheng saw that although he was in a bad situation and had been hungry for a long time, he was still eating gracefully, without the embarrassment of gobbling.

But the face is so dark, and there are two bulging bumps. It doesn't look good at all. Instead, it looks like two black hills with bulging bumps.

Yun Cheng didn't look at it, turned his head, and wrote another sentence.

[Cloud ride. 】

"Yuncheng, what a good name, thank you Yuncheng." The young man sincerely thanked you.

Yun Cheng poked out his ears, and the voice was quite nice.

Suddenly seeing the bowl on the stove, Yun Cheng wrote another sentence: 【Give me back the bowl after eating. 】

The other party didn't seem to have thought that Yun Cheng would make such a request, and Luo Jia was taken aback for a moment before responding: "Okay."

"please wait a moment."

Then Yun Cheng watched Luo Jia walk around in the dilapidated yard, fetched some water from the well, stretched out his hands full of frostbite, looked around like a thief, and stretched out his hands to wash the dishes.

Yun Cheng lowered his head to add firewood to the stove.

Before raising his head, he heard Luo Jia screaming hastily: "Ah!!"

A foot wearing tattered sandals appeared on the screen.

That foot kicked Luo Jia down, and Yun Cheng clearly saw the back of Luo Jia's hand, which rubbed against the ground again, and lost a large piece of skin.

Yuncheng Timchai's hand paused, and the next moment the screen turned black and disappeared from sight.

The little black face dutifully reported: [Master, in order to protect the privacy of the little white face, he also has the right to turn off the screen. 】

Yun Cheng hummed casually.

There's no emotion in the slightest about what's happening on the other side of the screen.

Yun Cheng lowered his head and took the burnt carbon head to write and draw on the ground.

【Master, what are you doing? 】

"Draw the blueprints of the house."

He is destined to stay here for a long time, and Yun Cheng will plan his basic necessities, food, housing and transportation, and even leave this home.

The name is right and sound, aboveboard, wherever you go, you will follow the rules of where you are, Yuncheng has a strong adaptability.

【Is the master going to build a house? 】

"Yeah." Yun Cheng lowered his head and continued to draw.

　Now, Luo Jia: "Ah!!"

　　Yun Cheng, bowed his head, and painted a house.

　　Indifferent.

　　after.

　　Luo Jia: "Ah!!"

　　Yun Cheng: "What's wrong?"

　　"Are you okay?"

　　"Are you thirsty?"

　　"are you hungry?"

　　"Where does it hurt?"

　　"Where does it hurt?"

　　"Let me help you see~"

　　Author, Bo Sanqian: Oh, scumbag!Pooh!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)