If it were Chen Pingan, he would definitely not be able to sleep well tonight.

First, he put the baskets and fish baskets in the stove built in the courtyard, and went to the side room on the right that Liu Xianyang had vacated for him. After Chen Pingan quickly changed into clothes, he returned to the stove in the courtyard and began to deal with the stone slabs.

Cut open the fish, clean it, put it on a clean porcelain plate, and cover it with another plate to avoid attracting snakes, rats, and insects.

Chen Ping'an picked out five or six of the most interesting snake gallstones from the basket and moved them to the side room where he slept.

I took a look at the long sword that Miss Ning put on the cabinet before, and it was still lying there peacefully.

After doing all this, Chen Ping'an was finally able to lie down in bed, his body gradually getting warmer, but the boy's eyes were bright.

On the one hand, there is a tingling pain in my left hand, and on the other hand, I feel no sleepiness.

But the real reason is that Chen Pingan knows the "unreasonableness" of those outsiders better than Liu Xianyang.

The young man did not dare to sleep to death.

So Chen Pingan didn't sleep all night, always paying attention to the movement at the courtyard door and the house door.

At dawn, Chen Ping'an got up and went to the kitchen, picked up the burden, and prepared to go back to the iron lock well in Xinghua Lane to pick up two buckets of water.

The sleepy Liu Xianyang was hiding under the quilt with only his head exposed. After hearing a slight noise, he shouted in a daze: "Chen Pingan, you got up so early? What are you doing?"

Chen Pingan said angrily: "Fetch water!"

Liu Xianyang shouted again: "If you meet Zhigui, say hello for me."

Chen Pingan was too lazy to pay attention to this guy.

Just as he was about to walk out of the courtyard, Chen Pingan suddenly heard Liu Xianyang say: "Chen Pingan, as long as you are willing to help, I will help you touch the rocks in the puddle later!"

Chen Pingan smiled brightly and said, "Good luck!"

Liu Xianyang rolled his eyes, even shrank his head into the quilt, and muttered: "You guys who are unloyal, only know that this trick works."

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On the stone steps of the covered bridge, a middle-aged Confucian scholar sat alone. He sat there until dawn.
Chapter completed!