Chapter 345 You Stay and Serve Ah Qing
Li Jiumo said: "Ah Qing is about to give birth again, you should stay and take care of him during the confinement period."
Xiao Chujing: “?”
Li Jiumo promised: "If you behave well, I will persuade Xiaoman to give you a status."
Xiao Chujing: "Really? Thank you very much."
Xiao Chujing answered casually, then came to his senses and almost slapped himself.
Sikong Qing is nothing. He and Ye Xiaoman are the destined couple, a pair for life.
Xiao Chujing looked at Sikong Qing angrily.
How shameless! How are you going to raise so many children at once? Why add to the burden of life for Junior Sister?
He looked at the two hungry children and painfully realized that they were his junior sister's children, and he couldn't bear to throw them away.
He was particularly saddened by the child's growing environment: a dilapidated house with leaks on all sides, worn-out furniture, and not even a single toy.
Xiao Chujing collapsed and yelled at Sikong Qing, "Since you can't provide a good life for your children, why did you bring them into this world to suffer?"
He counted on his fingers, calculating one by one for Sikong Qing: "After the child is one month old, he needs to take natural and precious medicine to nourish his bones and muscles. Children cannot take adult medicine. They need to ask an alchemist to prepare it separately..."
"Just the cost of the pills alone would cost a child at least 100,000 spirit stones a month, or 1.2 million a year."
"When a child turns six and is old enough to learn to read, a teacher should be invited to come to their home to give lessons."
"Food, clothing, shelter, transportation, apprenticeship fees, and going out to learn skills."
"I need to save money for my child's wedding house."
Xiao Chujing's young shoulders were crushed by the burden of life.
Sikong Qing put his hands on his hips and said arrogantly: "I can afford to raise ten of them, there is no need for you to interfere!"
Xiao Chujing pointed at the child's plain clothes and said, "Give me the money and buy the child a new set of clothes."
All of Sikong Qing's property was plundered by the landlord, and he was speechless.
Li Jiumo held the two children in his arms, his handsome face full of worry, "Mr. Sikong, don't be so stubborn anymore. It's easier to support the family with one more person."
The prices here are too high. A pound of rice porridge costs tens of thousands of spirit stones. He has spent all the pension he received from Qing Zhengzong.
Xiao Chujing sighed and took out a high-level magic weapon, "Pawn the treasure first and exchange it for something to chew on."
"Ye Xiaoman" immediately jumped up from the bed and took the magic weapon away.
Xiao Chujing planned that in order to support "Ye Xiaoman" and the children, he would take on more work of slaying demons and eliminating evil... When he met Si Kongqing's gaze, he became angry again.
Sikong Qing is dreaming. He is busy and tired, while Sikong Qing is pampered at home and lives happily with Ye Xiaoman. Will Sikong Qing take the opportunity to have more children? Why should he be the one to raise the children born to Sikong Qing and Ye Xiaoman in the end?
When Xiao Chujing came to his senses, he was holding Erbao in one hand, holding Dabao by his pants, and going to the street to buy vegetables.
"Big Daddy, Second Daddy, Third Daddy..." Dabao had just learned to speak. He had a bib around his neck and was counting incoherently with his fingers.
In Dabao's mind, the three fathers have clear responsibilities: one father takes care of the children at home, one father is responsible for working outside to support the family, and one father keeps having children.
"I need two pig brains, one pig's trotter, and three pounds of pork."
Xiao Chujing stood in front of the meat stall choosing ingredients for tonight.
Ye Xiaoman loves to eat roasted pig's trotters, and buys pig brains for Sikong Qing to nourish his brain - he thinks the children born to Sikong Qing don't seem to be very smart, and he is afraid that they will bring shame to the Ye family in the future.
"Dad~"
"Wow--"
Dabao persevered in repeating the only syllables he knew, while Erbao grabbed his high ponytail with his little hands and cried.
Xiao Chujing had been taking care of the baby for three days and looked visibly haggard, but he still smiled with dimples and patiently pulled the end of Erbao's hair out of his mouth, "You can't eat hair."
She imitated Li Jiumo skillfully, rocking his arms like a cradle, "Don't cry, don't cry, you'll be home to see your mother soon."
Xiao Chujing watched the stall owner wrapping the meat bones with lotus leaves. He caught a glimpse of an old man walking quickly behind him. He called out to the old man, "Uncle Biao."
Uncle Biao was the landlord of Wuqiongle Desert. When Xiao Chujing named him, cold sweat slid down his forehead.
Xiao Chujing came over with the child in his arms and spoke to it cheerfully, "Do you have any work on hand?"
Uncle Biao was speechless. Xiao Chujing asked him to assign tasks eight hundred times a day, such as exorcising demons and monsters, plowing the fields and chopping wood, and being a private detective to find missing cats and dogs and catch mistresses. There was no job he couldn't do.
It is the one who suffers. There is not much work for it to compete with Xiao Chu. It is fleecing the residents, not being caught by the residents to get paid.
This is your own place of rules, and you have to continue running it even if you cry.
"Well, I need a bricklayer tomorrow. Come over after breakfast and help me."
"Thank you, uncle. I will work hard. By the way..." Xiao Chujing frowned.
Uncle Biao shuddered and looked at Xiao Chujing nervously. This kid looked simple but actually he was very cunning. When he was unconscious, he almost killed him several times.
What loophole in the rules has this brat discovered again?
Xiao Chujing leaned in closer, her dimples deepening. "I just passed by your door and saw a camphor tree blown down by the wind. I want to make a small wooden car for my child. Can I take the wood home?"
Uncle Biao breathed a sigh of relief: "Take it if you want."
Xiao Chujing grabbed Erbao's little hand and waved goodbye to Uncle Biao.
Uncle Biao pretended to be a respected person and left quickly. A man who has to support a family is really terrible. He even didn't let go of the tree in front of his house.
Xiao Chujing carried a hand full of food and took his child home. Without him noticing, the ground beneath his feet kept draining his spiritual power. This was the landowner who practiced by stealing other people's cultivation.
"It's been seven days, and Xiao Chujing hasn't sent back a single word?" asked the eldest brother.
The disciples of the Qingzheng Sect shook their heads in unison.
Everyone said sternly, "Ah-Qing and Senior Brother Xiao have both been deceived. That Infinite Joy Desert must be an extremely terrifying and dangerous place."
The eldest sister concluded: "Yes, we must take a long-term view and make a foolproof plan before we go to rescue people."
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Ye Xiaoman had a serious expression on her face. She held the teacup in her hand, turning it from hot to cold, without drinking a sip of it.
She kept spinning one toe on the ground, repeating some meaningless little movements when she was nervous.
The ghosts have nothing to do during working hours and like to get together to chat. She likes to participate in it and can get a lot of information.
Colleagues are more enthusiastic about gossiping than ever before today.
"Have you heard about what happened recently?"
"The Emperor of the Divine Realm threatened the Ghost King of the Living World to open the Ghost Gate and personally went to the Ghost Realm to look for his wife."
"Misfortunes never come singly. The demons took advantage of the situation to cause trouble and broke through the western gate of hell."
Ye Xiaoman swallowed her saliva: "Excuse me, is the demon causing trouble named Sikong?"
"Cherry jam is good, you're well-informed."
Ye Xiaoman smiled bitterly. Sikong Qing was here, so how could Xiao Chujing be far behind?
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