The Little Demonic Cultivator in the Courtyard: Borrowing 100,000 Japanese Pirates to Heal

Xu Jiande opened his mouth, "No way, Bai Ling, how did you become so fierce?"

He had a lot to say. He wanted to say that he had no other relatives in this world, and Bai Ling was his only family.

He wanted to say that he didn't know when he would come back, but he would definitely come back. He also wanted to say that when he came back, he wouldn't go anywhere else, he would stay in Nanluoguxiang, selling rice every day and steaming buns for her every day.

But all those words got stuck in his throat. He could only hold Bai Ling's hand tightly in return.

"Wait for me to come back," he said.

Bai Ling's hand trembled slightly in his palm, then she gripped his hand in return.

"If I'm not waiting for you, who am I waiting for? I hope you come back safely," she said.

That night, they became husband and wife.

The process is not detailed in the table.

Xu Jiande woke up first at dawn.

Bai Ling slept beside him, closer than ever before, with the blanket draped over her waist and one arm around his chest.

Her breathing was light, her hair was spread out on the pillow, and a few strands of hair clung to her cheeks.

Xu Jiande didn't move, staring at the roof beams above his head. Sunlight streamed through the paper windows, turning the room into a very pale grayish-white.

After a long time, Bai Ling woke up.

She didn't open her eyes, but buried her face in his shoulder and mumbled something.

Xu Jiande didn't hear her clearly and looked down at her. She repeated, "Don't go out today."

Xu Jiande didn't respond. He pulled his arm out from behind her neck, gently pulled the blanket over her chin.

"I'm not going out," he said.

Bai Ling slowly opened her eyes, glanced at him, then turned her face away, pulling the blanket up to cover half her face. Only her eyes were visible, and the corners of her eyes were a little red.

"I'll go make breakfast," she said.

"I'll go." Xu Jiande sat up, put on his clothes, and walked into the main room.

There was still half a pot of cold water left over from last night in the kitchen. He scooped a ladleful into the pot, lit the fire, scraped off a small half bowl of broken rice from the bottom of the rice jar, and put it into the pot to cook porridge.

Before the porridge was even cooked, Bai Ling came out, leaning against the back door frame. Her hair was casually combed, and her complexion was paler than usual, with two faint dark circles under her eyes.

"Is the porridge you cooked drinkable?" she asked.

"You have to drink it even if you can't." Xu Jiande said without turning his head.

Of course, you can drink the porridge at the end. Xu Jiande added two more bowls of water, making it thin and watery, but with the half-eaten cornbread left over from last night, he managed to fill his stomach about six or seven-tenths full.

The two sat at the dining table, neither of them speaking.

People were already moving around in the courtyard. He Daqing was carrying water with a shoulder pole at the door, Xu Wude was yawning in the backyard, and Jia Zhangshi was pulling Dongxu out to feed him under the eaves, muttering "Eat more, eat more" incessantly.

Bai Ling held her bowl, looked up at the sky, and said softly, "The weather is so nice today."

Xu Jiande also looked up. The sky was blue, without a single cloud, as if it had been washed clean.

"Hmm," he said.

Bai Ling put down the bowl, turned her head to look at him, her gaze quiet, as if she wanted to memorize his face.

"When are you planning to leave?" she asked.

"It'll be soon," Xu Jiande said. "Before I leave, I need to discuss a plan with you. I can't just disappear like this; there has to be a reason."

Actually, this guy was a little reluctant to leave, having just tasted this flavor, he was naturally quite infatuated.

Bai Ling nodded: "This isn't complicated. Are you trying to fake your death?"

Xu Jiande turned to look at her. Bai Ling was indeed someone from the organization; she understood things immediately.

"I was just about to discuss this with you," Xu Jiande said.

Bai Ling lowered her head and slowly traced the name ring on the threshold with her finger.

"Don't rush to die," she said. "Tonight, I'll make you some dumplings."

Xu Jiande was taken aback: "Where did you get this flour?"

Bai Ling stood up, patted the dust off her trousers, looked down at him, and had a faint smile on her lips.

"There's still half a bag of rice at the bottom of the jar; it's what you brought back from the base last time. If we don't eat it soon, those rats will get it for free."

Xu Jiande laughed. It was a very light laugh, a snort through his nose.

"Okay. Let's make dumplings. Tonight, after everyone's asleep, I'll eat all the dumplings you make."

Bai Ling turned around, her back to him, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance: "You have to eat it whether you can or not. It's your capital."

Xu Jiande remained silent.

He sat there and watched Bai Ling go into the kitchen.

Her steps were light, almost silent on the bluestone slabs. But every step felt like it was pounding on Xu Jiande's heart.

"Wait for me to come back," he said to himself again.

He naturally felt he could come back.

Eighty dumplings were made, and Xu Jiande could eat forty or fifty of them by himself.

The truth is, his physical condition is getting stronger and stronger, and he can eat more and more. If he hadn't transmigrated, he wouldn't have been worried; he could have solved the problem much sooner. But now, it's quite troublesome.

In other words, Xu Jiande often went out to kill Japanese soldiers and seized a lot of dry rations and grain.

Bai Ling spent the whole afternoon working by the stove. The white flour was the last half bag that had been stored at the bottom of the rice jar for almost a month. She couldn't bear to use it all, so she mixed it with 40% cornmeal.

The filling is radish and pork cracklings. The pork cracklings have been sitting for half a month, and Bai Ling hasn't eaten much of them, only one or two pieces a day.

I put them all in today.

Xu Jiande leaned against the back door, smelling the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen, and felt that this was more gratifying than killing a hundred Japanese soldiers.

This is the feeling of home.

By the time we finished eating the dumplings, it was completely dark.

Bai Ling cleared away the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, and swept the floor of the house.

She did these things very slowly, as if she was deliberately dragging out the time.

Xu Jiande leaned against the headboard, not urging her, and just watched her work slowly and methodically.

The oil lamp flame flickered. She squatted down and picked up an old wooden box from the corner of the wall. She opened it, and inside were several neatly folded clothes. She pulled out an old dark gray short jacket and placed it on the bedside table.

"This is what you'll wear tomorrow," she said.

Xu Jiande glanced at it and nodded.

"Which route will you take? How will you get out of the city? Should we agree on this tonight, or tomorrow morning?" Bai Ling asked.

"Tomorrow morning. Wang Xiaoyong will come tonight, and I'll finalize things," Xu Jiande said.

Bai Ling didn't say anything more, closed the box, and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

After a while, Xu Jiande said again, "How about I rest for another day?"

"..." Bai Ling.

Bai Ling was actually quite looking forward to Xu Jiande's suggestion. So that night, the two slept together again, still for the sake of having an heir for the Xu family.

On the second day, the third day... Bai Ling felt that Xu Jiande didn't want to leave anymore, and actually, she felt the same way.

But finally, Xu Jiande made up his mind and said, "Okay, I really have to go."

"Okay!" Bai Ling said softly. Then she gently hugged Xu Jiande, and Xu Jiande hugged Bai Ling back. It was as if this departure separated them from countless mountains and rivers, and even from the immense gap between life and death.

The land is shattered; I cannot remain in a life of comfort.