Although this big locust tree is clearly visible in the back mountain, it is not on the main road. Few people usually come here, let alone when it is freezing cold.
There was no one else there except the second gangster at this moment. Jiang Wanwan glanced at him and then looked away, pretending not to see anything. She walked to the firewood, pressed her hand upwards, and the two bundles of firewood disappeared.
There was an obvious noise coming from behind the bushes. Jiang Wanwan's move had the same impact on the second gangster as that night.
In broad daylight, two bundles of firewood disappeared right under his nose.
These days, Erhunzi has been wondering what Jiang Wanwan is. The pale and bloody mouth he saw that night looked more like the legendary ghost.
Although people in this era fight against monsters and demons and believe in atheism, they have been influenced by their elders since childhood and still have deep faith in ghosts and gods in their bones.
At that time, Erhunzi thought that Jiang Wanwan was a ghost. Not to mention an evil ghost, but a female ghost that sucked people's energy. He also felt deeply sympathetic towards Lu Xiao.
But then I thought about it and felt something was wrong. Ghosts only come out at night, and Jiang Wanwan can move normally during the day and is not afraid even in the scorching sun.
These days he thought about this question while chopping firewood. In order to test it, he deliberately chop more firewood, all of which are newly chopped wet wood, and bundle them into large bundles.
Such a big bundle of firewood would take some effort even for a grown man like him to carry one bundle, let alone two bundles.
He was still waiting at the foot of the mountain. He only saw Jiang Wanming going up and down the mountain, but did not see her carrying firewood. But when he came back, the firewood under the locust tree was indeed gone.
Today he deliberately squatted not far from the firewood, but he didn't expect that Jiang Wanwan didn't carry the firewood away at all. She just waved it lightly and the firewood disappeared.
He had originally dismissed the idea that Jiang Wanwan was not human, but now he was even more convinced of it.
Jiang Wanwan, she is definitely not a human.
"Come out."
Jiang Wanwan stood up straight, put her hands behind her back, frowned and looked down the mountain, looking quite like an immortal.
The second hooligans did not dare to hesitate. They crawled out from behind the bushes and knelt in front of Jiang Wanwan, trembling.
"Xian...Xian Gu, no...it's not me...I didn't mean it..."
Jiang Wanwan looked at the person under her feet who was speechless and was quite satisfied with the effect.
The voice was stern. "What fairy lady? You are engaging in feudal superstitions and monsters."
The second scoundrel shuddered, not daring to look at Jiang Wanwan, thinking, "Did I do that? You're nothing but a monster."
What feudal superstition is this that he has seen with his own eyes? If he says again that he opposes feudal superstition and wants to overthrow monsters and demons, he will be a grandson.
No, he is the grandson now.
"Auntie, do you think you have enough firewood for your daily needs? If not, I have more at home, but I'll have to trouble you to go get it yourself."
Jiang Wanwan waved her hand, her face cold and unpredictable. "That's not necessary. I've always been a person who doesn't offend others unless they offend me."
The second scoundrel nodded repeatedly, it was all his fault for not recognizing the great man. Jiang Xiangu had no ill will towards him originally, it was just his lustful audacity that provoked this old lady.
Jiang Wanwan continued, "Before you said you'd work like a slave, and I'd do whatever you said."
The second scoundrel nodded repeatedly, "It's my honor to run errands for you, I'm willing to go through fire and water for you."
This is sincere. No matter who Jiang Wanwan is, she is an existence beyond his cognition. He is very lucky to be able to support such a big shot.
"That's not necessary, but I do have something I want you to do. Of course, I won't treat you unfairly if you work for me. If you do it well, you will benefit. If you don't do it well, as long as you don't tell me, your life will be safe. Otherwise..."
"Yes, yes, yes," the second scoundrel interrupted Jiang Wanwan, practically kneeling down and swearing, "I will definitely serve you well. If I do well, I will take the full responsibility. I will never mention you a word. I only ask you to give me a chance to mend my ways."
Jiang Wanwan: “…”
There is no need to reform oneself.
Seeing that everything was almost ready, Jiang Wanwan handed him a basket of cakes and told him where and how to sell them.
After hearing that this was the job, the second gangster almost swore to the sky and promised to complete the task.
"Don't worry, Auntie. This little job might not be easy for others, but it's absolutely possible for me, a scoundrel, to do it. I'm familiar with places like the black market. To be honest, Auntie, I have to sell some of my food on the black market every year. I'm familiar with all the nearby black markets, and I've never been caught by the patrol team in all these years."
"That's great. You sell this basket first, and let me see your strength." Jiang Wanwan was a little tired of pretending. It was not so easy to pretend to be a fairy.
The second scoundrel nodded and bowed, "Do you think the firewood and my lady are enough to burn?"
"Let's put Chai He's matter aside for now. You can do it when you have time. Also, don't call her aunt all the time. It's not good if people hear it." He really treated her like a monster and beat her.
The second scoundrel immediately understood that the fairy lady certainly didn't want to reveal her identity in the mortal world, "Then I will call you Sister Xiao?"
Jiang Wanwan glanced at him and thought he was indeed quick-witted. She liked this nickname.
"Okay, do you have a name? You're not just going to be called Er Hunzi, are you?"
Li Ergou has a surname, but Erhunzi doesn’t even have a surname, so it should not be his real name.
Seeing Jiang Wanwan's expression soften, the second scoundrel's nerves relaxed and he replied with a smile, "My real name is Zhang Jianshe. I'm 29 years old. I have no parents, no brothers, and my family only has two shabby houses..."
"Okay, okay, stop it, no need to talk to me so much," I'm not going to find a partner for you.
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