Ye Chen followed the landlady to the yard outside the steamed stuffed bun shop. The landlady didn't stop after she walked out of the door of the steamed stuffed bun shop, but took Ye Chen around and went to the backyard of the steamed stuffed bun shop.
"Unexpectedly, the yard is quite large. I thought there was only one front yard." Ye Chen said with a smile.
"Yes, this is the property left by my husband's ancestors. Fortunately, it was not affected by the war, otherwise we would not even have the last place to survive."
The proprietress answered without reply. Ye Chen nodded and didn't speak.
Soon, the landlady took Ye Chen to a small house. "Brother, this is our firewood house. I can only wrong you tonight and live here."
"Thank you, madam boss. I'm very grateful to have a place to live. I don't dare to ask for anything." Ye Chen, this is a heartfelt thanks. After all, such kind-hearted people are really rare.
"If there's nothing wrong, let's go and have a rest first. I have to prepare tomorrow's ingredients, so I won't talk with little brother." When the young woman finished, she turned and left without waiting for ye Chen to respond.
Ye Chen also wanted to say more words of thanks, but before ye Chen spoke, the young woman had turned the corner of the yard and disappeared.
Ye Chen shrugged and knew that the landlady might be in a hurry. After all, it was troublesome to prepare the ingredients for the next day.
He went into the firewood house, took down his burden and put it on the ground. Then he cleared out an open space, spread some straw on the ground and lay down.
Ye Chen just drank some wine, so now he is a little dizzy. This feeling makes him enjoy it very much, just like floating in the clouds.
He suddenly thought, would it be the same feeling when the monkey king was driving a somersault cloud?
Ye Chen closed his eyes, but he couldn't sleep. He didn't know why. His heart was very upset, so he simply stood up and walked to the window of the firewood room.
Looking at the stars and the moon in the sky, the previous idea appeared in Ye Chen's heart. He began to doubt whether there were immortals in the world.
"Up to now, the only person I've seen closest to the immortal is the Taoist, but he looks too ordinary. I don't believe he is an immortal if he doesn't have the means to suddenly appear and disappear."
"Immortal, it sounds like a distant word." Ye Chen sighed and sat back on the ground. He looked through his memory and suddenly remembered the plot of the monkey king making trouble in heaven five hundred years ago.
Ye Chen wanted to interpret the scene in his mind through memory, but at this time, he suddenly heard a voice in the yard outside the firewood house.
Ye Chen walked back to the window curiously, but the window was not facing the yard of Baozipu, but outside the wall, so ye Chen didn't see anything.
He put his ear on the door and listened carefully to the sound outside the door. It was very quiet. He heard footsteps coming from the yard, and it seemed that they were coming towards the firewood house.
Ye Chen didn't make a sound. He just thought it was the landlady of the steamed stuffed bun shop who came to pick up some things, so he didn't care.
Soon, the footsteps came to the door of the firewood house, but the footsteps stopped at the door.
"Is everything ready?" A man's voice suddenly appeared. Ye Chen had not heard the man before.
"Ready, and the boy just drank our wine. There are some things in the wine. He should have slept like a dead pig by now." Ye Chen heard that it was the boss's voice