Hearing Dingdang's complaint, Lu Chen did not get angry but instead smiled and said: "Hey, I'm about to go out, how can I leave now that you've said that?" He paused for a moment, then walked to the side of the bed and sat down. Out of nowhere, he took out a shiny spirit stone and threw it beside Dingdang's pillow.
Dingdang's eyes immediately lit up, and with a cheer, she reached out to grab it, revealing a white jade arm. Lu Chen laughed, and took the opportunity to stretch his hand under the blanket to grab it.
Dingdang cried out in alarm, one hand holding the spirit stone into a fist and punched towards Lu Chen, the other hand pulling the blanket tightly to block that vulgar hand. Just that her hands and feet were in a mess, and her warm and soft body was still taken advantage of by him, forcefully touching it a few times.
Lu Chen immediately jumped away, leaving the warm bed, and walked with large strides to the door, opening it and walking out, the woman's coquettish scolding came from the room behind him: "Damn, stinky men really are not good people, you better remember this!"
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The fresh morning breeze blew down from the tea mountain in the distance. It swept over the clear, gurgling water of the clear stream, causing waves of ripples. It then brushed past the verdant bamboos and beautiful peach blossoms on both sides of the river. Thus, there was a hint of fragrance. It blew over the moss-covered Wind and Rain Bridge, over the pond dam on the stream, over the bluestone road along the river, and finally, over the people walking in the morning light.
Lu Chen stretched his waist, opening his mouth to let out a yawn, his face revealing a satisfied smile. His gaze looked around, this quiet village in the morning, was the place he was currently living.
This place was called "Qingshuitang Village", named after the clear brook that snaked through the middle of the village. Qingshuitang Brook, the water was extremely clear, and the flow was gentle. Other than the deep pond at the bottom of the tea mountain, the deepest part of the brook was no more than a knee deep. Usually, many children in the village would play in the water.
There were many pebbles in the brook, big and small, of all shapes and sizes, and there were often some nameless grey little fish swimming in the cracks, leisurely playing.
There were many green bamboo and peach trees on both sides of the stream. In this bright and beautiful season of spring, it was the time of the year when the scenery was the best. The green bamboo leaves and the pink peach blossoms complemented each other and were reflected in the clear water. It was like a beautiful painting of a mountain village, too beautiful to behold.
Lu Chen strolled along, listening to the crisp chirps of birds and the crowing of roosters in the distance. Numerous farmhouses appeared on both sides of the stream. It was a little messy, without any order, but it still had a bit of the leisurely atmosphere of the countryside.
At this time, there were already people walking around Qingshuitang Village. Lu Chen bumped into quite a few people on the road by Qingshuitang Creek. They greeted him with a smile and a nod. It seemed like they were very familiar with most of the people here.
After walking for a while, a large locust tree appeared between the bluestone road and the brook, its branches luxuriant and leafy. Under the tree, on a large rock, sat a fisherman in a straw raincoat, fishing in the brook with a fishing rod in his hand.
Lu Chen walked over and looked at the fish cage on the ground beside him, and indeed, it was empty. He couldn't help but laugh, "Old Yu, how many times have I told you, the fish in this brook are too small, they won't grow big, and you can't catch them. If you want to fish, go to the Little Pearl River five miles away from the village, or climb up the tea mountain, and go to the Dragon Lake in the west, that's where you can catch big fish. "
The fisherman turned his head to look at him, a white-haired old man, then slowly said, "There are big fish in this brook, I've seen them before."
Lu Chen laughed, casually picking up a rock by his feet and throwing it into the brook. With a splash, the water splashed, and immediately rippled. He then said to the old fisherman with a smile, "I've lived here for so many years, but other than the gray stripes in the cracks of the rocks, I've never seen big fish in the water. You're talking nonsense, aren't you?"
The old fisherman didn't get angry, only shaking his head, then repeated, "Little Lu, I'm not lying to you, there really are fish in the water."
Lu Chen laughed, as if talking to this fisherman called Old Yu made him very happy. He patted Old Yu's shoulder lightly, then turned and strode away. Only Old Yu was left sitting alone under the big locust tree. After staring blankly for a while, he cast his fishing line again, making an arc in the air before landing in the water, and continued to fish in silence.
Walking along the road for another hundred or so feet, he saw a few houses built together. A few green bamboos grew in the corners of the walls, and the last house had a crooked flag hanging diagonally outside. On the flag was the character 'Jiu', which was almost unrecognizable to others.
Lu Chen walked over and casually pushed the door. The door opened, and then a somewhat helpless voice came from inside, saying, "Hey, have you seen anyone's tavern open so early?"
Lu Chen walked into the nameless tavern unconcernedly. As expected, he saw that most of the chairs were still upside down on the table, as if they had been closed last night. He didn't stand on ceremony, walking to the window and taking a stool on the ground to sit down. Then he turned back and smiled, saying, "I'm not here to drink."
At the side of the tavern's wall, behind the counter, a chubby middle-aged man with a blissful face slowly sat up. He looked at Lu Chen and asked with interest, "Oh? Then I'm curious. If you're not here to drink, then why are you in my tavern? "
Lu Chen patted his belly and said, "I've been tired all night, and my stomach is about to flatten. Cook a bowl of noodles to eat!"
The amiable middle-aged man snorted and said, "I only sell wine, not noodles."
Lu Chen laughed and said, "I'm not planning on buying from you. If I don't buy, then I'll have noodles. Go, go."
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After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a bowl of hot and fragrant onion and egg noodles was placed in front of Lu Chen.
Lu Chen exclaimed in admiration. He picked up the chopsticks and began to eat. As he ate, he said in a muffled voice, "Old Ma, your cooking skills have improved again. This noodles is really good. To be honest, if it weren't for your wine and cooking, I don't know how I could survive here for the past ten years. "
Old Ma took a rag from behind the counter and then walked out. He took down the stools from the table and began to wipe them. At the same time, he smiled and said to Lu Chen, "Don't talk nonsense. Even if my wine and food are so bad that even dogs won't touch them, you can still eat them without batting an eyelid."
Lu Chen ate the noodles in big mouthfuls, as if he didn't hear what Old Ma said.
Old Ma didn't care. He put down the stools in the tavern and cleaned them. When he turned back, there was only an empty bowl on the table in front of Lu Chen.
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