The seven emotions and six desires are all my nourishment

Doctor Yang has been in high spirits these past few days, with a constant smile on his face. He keeps busy cleaning and drying herbs, and is counting the days, waiting for his disciple to return.

It was not until noon three days later that he warmed up the wine, but the two of them still hadn't arrived. Doctor Yang became a little anxious and stood up and paced back and forth.

He frowned and thought for a while, then his face changed drastically in an instant, "Asshole!" He put down the tea bowl, his face turned pale, and he rushed to his beloved disciple's house.

really!

The door is closed! He lifted up his clothes and knocked on the door angrily.

Jiao Zhuoran was looking at Shangguan Wan'er's sleeping face, with a silly smile full of love in his eyes. The more he looked, the more he liked her. He bent down and kissed her again and again. When he was about to have an orgasm, he heard knocks on the door.

He covered Shangguan Wan'er's ears, frowned, and stood up, muttering, "Who is it? What are you doing on New Year's Day?"

Jiao Zhuoran, he completely forgot about returning home!

He put on his clothes and went out, frowning and shouting, "Who is it?" He opened the door and saw the old doctor Yang, raging and gritting his teeth, saying, "Who did you say it was! You bastard, where is my disciple?"

When Jiao Zhuoran saw the old man in front of him, his heart skipped a beat. Oh no! I forgot about my master. Well, since he's here, I have to pay for a meal!

"Haha, Wan'er is still sleeping, please come in first." As he said that, he reached out to support him, but the old man pushed him away in annoyance.

Jiao Zhuoran turned sideways and scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed, but he had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

Jiao Zhuoran closed the gate and said with a smile, "Master, please sit down. I'll go cook~"

He turned around and walked out heartlessly. The old man was so angry that he fell backwards, but he didn't dare to go into the house to take his disciple's pulse.

Sit? Where?

The yard is so small, and there are only two rooms. There is a kang as soon as you enter. Where can he sit in the middle of winter?

After turning around a few times, he angrily sat down on the mat that was burning and adding firewood. He was just thinking about how to start asking questions when Jiao Zhuoran spoke foolishly.

"Haha, Master, you must be hungry. You don't need to light the fire, I'll be ready soon. If you can't stay idle, go and help me sweep the yard! Don't let Wan'er fall later."

Doctor Yang: ...

Damn it! !

How come I didn’t realize before, this kid is so annoying!!

……

Doctor Yang was sweeping the snow in the yard with a broom. He glanced at the big man who was cooking and laughed foolishly. It was so eye-catching!

The force of sweeping the snow has increased a bit, sweeping it carefully, that is called nitpicking...

The old man was sweating while sweeping the snow. Shangguan Wan'er didn't wake up, but Jiao Zhuoran had almost finished cooking. He also calmed down.

He pounded his lower back, looked up at the sun, shook his head and smiled, "That's all!" After all, he had been there when he was young, so he understood.

However, he sighed again, turned his head and frowned, looking at the tall Jiao Zhuoran standing in front of the stove, and thinking of the slender and petite Wan'er, he couldn't stop worrying.

But he was still worried, so he decided to check Wan'er's pulse later!

Talk some more to this kid!

The sun is high in the sky, and although the New Year has passed, it is still very cold.

The old man put down the broom and saw Jiao Zhuoran skillfully prepare the meal, then add water and heat the meal again.

He walked hurriedly, creaked the door open, and then creaked it shut without even looking at Old Man Yang.

Old man Yang's eyelids twitched when he saw this! !

[Asshole! ! ]

Old man Yang suppressed his anger, sat in the kitchen by the fire, and waited in the house for a long time before opening the door. He saw Jiao Zhuoran, smiling, holding a washbasin and running straight into the kitchen.

"Master, please make way. Let me get some water for Wan'er to wash her face! Hehe~"

After hearing this, Old Man Yang stood up, but his eyelids and corners of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably!

Because, if you look closely, it looks like there is a small red slap mark on Jiao Zhuoran's face.

Old Man Yang: ...

He looked at Jiao Zhuoran with mixed feelings. He was like a big dog, busying around...

……

Shangguan Wan'er sat there with a red face, while Old Man Yang had a blank expression on his face as he was ordered by Jiao Zhuoran to serve the dishes.

While eating, he endured the sour teeth and pain in his balls and watched Jiao Zhuoran pick up dishes and add rice to his beloved disciple. He looked as if he wanted to pick him up and feed him. This made him feel relieved, but also speechless and helpless.

After the meal, Old Man Yang took the pulse of Shangguan Wan'er, who was shy, timid and sleepy.

Then, with a gloomy expression, he asked Jiao Zhuoran to stay with him for a few days.

Jiao Zhuoran:……???

No! I don't want to go!

……

In this way, the newly married couple were forced to separate.

Then Jiao Zhuoran began to live a life of...climbing walls in the middle of the night.

Winter goes and spring comes. Summer is more impatient and quickly drives spring away. Autumn follows closely, and winter blows again with a knife-like wind...and so on.

Two years later.

Under Shangguan Wan'er's guidance, Jiao Zhuoran actively learned to read and write, and also learned to use an abacus.

Then, Jiao Zhuoran began to purchase medicinal materials and resell them.

After earning some hard-earned money, he also got to know many peddlers, merchants, housekeepers and the like.

As his network of contacts grew and his wealth increased, he bought a quiet little house in Kyoto and hired servants.

This time when he came back, he was going to pick up Shangguan Wan'er and Old Man Yang.

It was a summer day with a gentle breeze. Shangguan Wan'er covered her face with a veil as she and Jiao Zhuoran rode past the post station.

She nestled in Jiao Zhuoran's arms and tapped her fingers lightly, "Husband, did you see the man in the lead?"

"I saw it. Do you want me to put on the sack?" He rolled up his sleeves with a look of disgust.

Shangguan Wan'er smiled shyly, "No need~ But I need you to find a chance to put this packet of powder into their food. After they fall asleep, I want to personally collect some interest~"

"No problem!" Jiao Zhuoran sneered.

At dusk, Jiao Zhuoran in the inn blinked curiously at the mirror. He was surprised to see that Shangguan Wan'er had changed his face into that of an honest man.

After his curiosity and surprise, he set off.

Sometimes don't underestimate the little people, they have their own rules of survival.

Over the years, he has traveled all over the country and has not been living off the fat of the land.

The inn and the post station are only separated by a street, not too far.

The post station was only for officials to live in, but the conditions were not very good. Although officials would stay here, most of them would not stay here for a short while and then leave, so the menial work here did not bring in much profit.

Jiao Zhuoran smiled slightly when he saw people, and was polite and respectful. He first pretended to ask for directions, and then said that he was going to Kyoto for business. He was afraid that the people in Kyoto might be arrogant, and he was afraid and worried.

After being instructed by the servants who had "seen the world", he pretended to have suddenly understood something and warmly treated them to a drink to express his gratitude.

It is rare for the servants to get any benefits, so if no one went there normally they would have gone. However, four or five officials just came today, and they were tempted, but they couldn't leave their posts without permission, so they were in a dilemma.