Chapter 142: Grinding an Iron Rod Into a Needle, Thread in the Hands of a Loving Mother

The beautiful woman in the painting looks towards Chen Ye.

His brows and eyes were full of inexplicable colors.

In an instant, a fairy spirit enveloped the place.

Chen Ye took a deep breath of immortal energy, and there was a faint immortal belt surrounding his body, and there seemed to be clarity in his eyes.

But in an instant, this clarity was submerged by the deep darkness.

He looked a little dazed and walked towards the picture unconsciously.

When he came closer, Chen Hao actually stretched out his hand towards the beautiful woman in the painting.

In an instant, the four girls were all shocked when they saw this.

Who is my mother, how can I be so offended?

They wanted to stop the holy monk, but they gave up when they saw that their mother had no reaction.

"Holy, holy monk, please don't move..."

Bai Zhengdan spoke in a low voice, fearing that the holy monk would go crazy and destroy the fairy painting where his mother lived.

Although my mother didn't care much about this, as disciples, they couldn't help but express it.

"It doesn't matter..."

The beautiful woman in the painting, the old mother, shook her head, as if she was quite tolerant of Chen Hao and did not care about his offense.

"Mom, I wonder if there is any medical treatment for the holy monk in this situation?"

Bai Zhengdan was always concerned about the holy monk's madness and quickly spoke to his mother.

Hearing this, the other three women also looked at the old mother in the painting in unison.

It would be great if the holy monk could be cured of his madness.

After all, no one wants their husband to be a crazy, stupid fool.

However, unexpectedly, the old mother, who was omnipotent in their eyes, shook her head at this moment.

"Wine does not intoxicate people, people intoxicate themselves."

"If color is not charming, people will be fascinated by themselves."

"It's not me who doesn't treat me, but the holy monk is so confused that he doesn't want to wake up..."

The native speaker has an incomprehensible tone and an ethereal voice.

When the girls heard this, they suddenly became confused.

What does it mean to be confused and reluctant to wake up?

Could it be that the holy monk did this on purpose and became so crazy?

At this moment, Chen Ye had already put his hand on the face of the beautiful woman in the painting.

The beautiful woman in the painting has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, full of fairy spirit, and she looks like a fairy.

However, in Chen Ye's eyes at this time, it was a different scene.

…

"Stab it, sting it..."

The sound of grinding gold and stone kept ringing.

As soon as Chen Hao walked into the courtyard of the pear garden, he saw a beautiful woman grinding something there.

"Chen, Master Chen, is this the monster you mentioned?"

The swarthy young man's voice trembled, appearing both excited and scared.

"Don't talk nonsense. Maybe it's just the owner of this pear garden."

Chen Yi shook his head. He didn't feel the slightest bit of evil in the beautiful woman.

On the contrary, he still felt an inexplicably familiar feeling on it.

"I don't know if this beautiful woman has a wife."

"Hey! With this figure and this look, the charm is still there!"

Lao Lu also followed over, rubbed his hands, and looked radiant, as if he had ushered in a second spring.

Chen Yi looked at this guy with some contempt, then shook his head and ignored these two guys.

He couldn't hide his curiosity, so he stepped forward to take a closer look.

Then I saw the beautiful woman polishing an iron rod!

Over and over again, persevering.

"Donor, why are you doing this?"

Chen Ye was a little confused and felt that this scene seemed a bit familiar.

The beautiful woman did not raise her head, but kept polishing the iron rod.

"I'm going to grind it into a needle!"

"My son is about to go on a long journey."

"As a mother, I feel worried and want to sew a hat for him."

The beautiful woman's words were full of love and concern.

As the saying goes:

The thread in a loving mother's hand, the clothes on a wanderer's body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.

Through his understanding, Chen Ye was deeply moved by the warm maternal love.

However, what the beautiful woman did made him shake his head.

"The donor is in trouble..."

"It is not easy to grind such a thick iron pestle into a needle."

"If the donor doesn't find another way, or buy a needle or a hat, why bother fighting with an iron pestle?"

Seeing the beautiful woman's persistent look, Chen Yi couldn't help but speak out, trying to wake her up.

Unexpectedly, the beautiful woman shook her head and kept moving her hands.

"Baby, it's you who is obsessed..."

“A needle is hard to find, a hat is hard to find.”

"What my child said, does that mean why not eat minced meat?"

"Whether it's a needle or a hat, what my baby lacks is not a hat, but maternal love and care."

"Since I want to sew a hat on my baby and send him on a long journey, how can I give up so easily?"

"What's wrong with the iron pestle? As long as you work hard, the iron pestle can be ground into a needle..."

The beautiful woman's words suddenly enlightened Chen Yi and he was enlightened.

He vaguely seemed to realize something.

It's a pity that there is still a layer of misunderstanding that has not been completely exposed.

"Am I in trouble..."

Chen Ye murmured to himself, and then realized that he had just committed an obsession.

Ridiculing and denying other people's obsessions is ignorance!

He thinks he is sober, arrogant and rude, and wants to wake up the beautiful woman.

Wei Cheng thought that in the end, he was the one with the appearance.

After Chen Yi thought about this, he quickly bowed to the beautiful woman.

"Thank you so much for your teachings, the poor monk. I'm sorry."

The beautiful woman nodded with a smile, as if she didn't care about his rudeness.

"Don't you know the donor's last name?"

"The donor is grinding needles deep in this pear garden. Could it be that he is the owner of this pear garden?"

Chen Ye asked curiously while watching the beautiful woman grinding the needle.

The beautiful woman seemed to enjoy chatting with Chen Ye, and she said: "My maiden name is Gao, and my husband's surname is Jia."

"Unfortunately when I was young, my father-in-law died early, so I and my husband guarded this ancestral property."

"The family has a lot of wealth and thousands of hectares of fertile land."

"I usually like to listen to operas, so I built this pear orchard."

"I lost my husband a few years ago, and I am now a widow. This year I have served my entire life."

When Chen Ye heard this, he couldn't help but look at this beautiful woman a few more times.

Leader Lu next to him was even more red-eyed.

Just looking at the condition of a beautiful woman, it is simply extremely good. She has such a large fortune and is still a widow...

Seeing Chen Ye's appearance, the beautiful woman stopped what she was doing.

She smiled and shook her head, then tapped Chen Ye's forehead heavily with one finger.

Chen Ye was caught off guard, his head was tilted back, and he was a little confused.

"You, you, you have said so much, why don't you wake up?"

"You kid, you are worthy of being my cub, but you actually have your mother's ideas in mind..."

Chen Yi was stunned when he heard this, mother?

The beautiful woman smiled without saying a word, her face full of love.

I don’t know when, but the iron pestle she had been polishing had turned into a needle.

However, although the iron pestle turned into a needle, the hat was still missing.

"You kid, you came a little early and your hat hasn't been sewn yet!"

"But it just so happens that tomorrow's birthday party will be attended by opera and singing to attract a husband."

"At that time, this hat will be used as a dowry for the daughters that my mother has adopted."

"You have to give your mother a good voice, but don't give this good thing to others..."