Yang Zhen came to the stone space again.
The third time he came in, he was already familiar with the road and immediately set his sights in the direction of Xiaocao.
The grass looks the same as yesterday, that is, it is greener. However, there were five more discarded spirit drops beside her, and the water in the small pit was gone.
Don’t eat less! Yang Zhen murmured to herself, this little guy eats very irregularly. After a full meal and a day of rest, aren't you afraid of getting stomach problems?
Yang Zhen finished her rant and refilled the puddle with the water glass she brought in. At this time, he had noticed that there was no thin line on his right hand.
From this point of view, what comes in should be the soul. But the feeling of this touch is too real. By the way, should I bring a knife in next time and try bleeding myself?
Yang Zhen, who was born as a science dog, has a tendency to become Doctor Strange.
Looking at the remaining water in the cup, he raised his eyebrows and drank the water.
A cool feeling went down his throat and into his stomach.
Can this... soul body drink water? He didn't understand more and more.
Since you can’t figure it out, just throw it aside.
Yang Zhen sat next to Xiaocao and teased the motionless little thing for a while. Although the grass that has absorbed the nine spiritual drops is still very slender, it no longer feels so fragile.
Yang Zhen couldn't help but flick her with her hand again.
"Bah!" He took a breath, and an electric shock-like numbness came from his fingers, and at the same time, the anger of a little life came.
This is much better than yesterday! In two days, I will probably electrocute myself to death.
Yang Zhen immediately knelt down, put the grass in her hand, and touched it gently.
The little guy seemed to take advantage of this, and he felt happy for a while.
What a little brat you can't mess with! Yang Zhen relaxed and slowly talked about today's experience.
"Did you give me that warm feeling? If it weren't for this warmth, I really couldn't bear it..."
"That thing is called a spirit stone, and it's hundreds of times more powerful than this spirit drop. If I give you one, you should be able to use it for a long time, right?"
"Tell me, will grandma give me some spiritual stones? I performed so hard..."
"..."
Xiaocao lay quietly without any reaction.
…………
"Mr. Yang Xiaolang, Madam invites you."
After breakfast, Caiyun brought the lady's order.
Yang Zhen agreed, threw aside the silk thread she had taken off her legs in the morning, and walked out of the room.
"Sister Caiyun, why do I need you to come here today?"
Caiyun covered her mouth and said with a smile, "You're not Miss Yue'er. I didn't hear the story last night and was unhappy all the time. My wife just happened to call you, so she urged me to come."
Are we going to tell stories early in the morning? Yang Zhen also smiled.
When Yang Zhen followed Caiyun into the hall, the same people were present: Madam, Nanny and Yue'er.
The lady was wearing home clothes and looked at Yang Zhen with a calm expression.
Caiyan on the side took a step forward and spoke on behalf of Madam:
"Young Master Yang, Madam said that you have a clean family background and are the heir of a cultivator. If you join my Zhao family, Madam will not refuse and will treat you well. Now Madam wants to ask you a few questions. Can you tell the truth? answer?"
Yang Zhen straightened her body, bowed her hands, and her expression became serious: "Madam, please ask me a question."
"First: Are you willing to join my Zhao family and become my wife's adopted son?"
Yang Zhen was a little surprised: "Yes!"
According to what grandma said that day in Daguan Tower, when an orphan like him joins a wealthy family like the Zhao family, he is usually arranged to be an adopted son of a clan member with a low background. People with a high status in the Zhao family like Madam would generally not accept any adopted sons. Now that he is placed under the name of the madam, it is obviously the madam's own intention and she values him.
By the way, in Xu State, adopted son only represents a relationship of dependence and will never have any inheritance rights. Those who have this kind of right are called adopted sons, and they are truly raised as sons.
Despite this, Yang Zhen has the title of wife's adopted son, and her status will be higher than that of many domestic servants in the mansion. For example, Uncle Wu, who was in charge of the concierge before, would have to bow his hands in salute when meeting Yang Zhen.
Caiyan continued: "Second question, do you have your own name and know your birth date?"
Yang Zhen: "I don't remember the date of birth. The name... I vaguely remember the name Yang Zhen, but I'm not sure."
"Yang Zhen..." Madam pondered for a moment: "This is a very good name. You can call her Yang Zhen from now on."
"As for the birth date..." She looked at Caiyan: "Show Mr. Yang the letter you compiled."
At this time, the name has not yet been decided, whether she should be called Young Master Yang or not.
Caiyan took out a letter from the desk and handed it to Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen opened it and saw that it was packed away in Jin's room yesterday. At that time, she found some old things and put them into grandma's storage bag. This letter was written by Yang Zhen's father to Jin four years ago when he was preparing for the imperial examination in Beijing. Among them, it is mentioned that "my son" will be five years old in the twelfth lunar month, and he can be taught enlightenment.
"According to this letter, you should have been born in the twelfth lunar month of the Jiayin year. You are less than nine years old now, so your actual age is ten."
"Oh, you're as old as me!" Yue'er over there heard it, clapped her hands and shouted, "I'm on the third day of the twelfth lunar month, you must be younger than me, please call me sister!"
No one paid any attention to this little guy. Grandma said from the side: "If you want to calculate all your birthdays and horoscopes, you need to know at least a little bit of celestial magic. We don't have anyone who is good at this. So, let's record your age according to the first day of the twelfth lunar month!"
Yue'er suddenly became unhappy: "No! Why is he older than me? You are all older than me. I don't want an older brother or sister, I want a younger brother!"
These words made Madam a little embarrassed, and she shouted softly: "Yue'er, don't be rude! Mr. Yang is a steady man and has extraordinary knowledge. Why can't he be your brother?"
Yue'er became even more unhappy when her own mother's elbow turned outwards. She curled her lips and said, "Mom, you are partial, how can he be so stable? I want to fight with him, and whoever wins will be my sister."
Even if I win, I can’t be a sister! Yang Zhen was secretly amused. This little girl is quite competitive. fight? Who can beat the flowers in her greenhouse?
"No nonsense!" Madam scolded, with a stern look on her face. Na Yue'er looked at her mother, turned her head to one side and stopped talking.
Seeing that the hall became quiet again, Caiyan continued: "The third question, do you have any requests?"
"One thing, are my biological mother's ashes still in Junguan? When can I get them back?" This was something Yang Zhen remembered after returning home yesterday. This made him feel a little guilty, so he asked it right now.
"The case at the county guard's office needs to be closed..." Mammy thought for a while and said, "I can urge them. It should be done tomorrow."
"In this case, I will accompany you to the county temple tomorrow to take out the ashes of your biological mother. According to the rules of our country, if you are not yet an adult, you will be considered a son of man if you observe mourning at home for three days. After that, my wife will I will adopt you as my adopted son, and you will become a member of my Zhao family."
"But these days, we will not treat you as an outsider. We will ask Caiyan to arrange a new room for you in a while. You will also follow her instructions for your affairs in the house."
With a few words, grandma arranged everything.
After asking these three questions, Yang Zhen passed the final "interview" of Zhao Mansion. After Jin's affairs are settled in a few days, he can officially "join the job."
"Okay, here's what I got from yesterday's trip. I won't take advantage of your junior. I'll listen to your opinion on how to distribute it."
It turns out that I really have my share!
Thinking of the little seedling in the space that loved to eat spirit drops, Yang Zhen perked up: How many spirit stones can I get?
