Compared with the toys of children in Yangjia Village, the toys of children in the city are more delicate, and the people in the city of Foreign Fire Skin do not play with them. They like to play with foreign muskets and slingshot guns, and then roll the iron rings.

If you can roll on the iron rings these days, wear a belt around your waist, hold a kettle next to you, and then have a pair of white rejuvenation shoes and a military cap, then you will definitely be cool enough. These are some of the most rated artifacts.

Now the children in the city do not have the spoiledness of later generations, and they don’t look down on Yang Dongxu, a child from the countryside. They pulled Yang Dongxu to play together in a few days.

But Yang Dongxu didn't want to play with them. He was also a little interested in besides marbles, because the skills of several little kids in the squatters really surprised him, so he naturally exchanged a few questions. Afterwards, he proved that he was not old and returned the winning marbles to others. Otherwise, the few little kids would cry, and one who didn't pay attention to win a lot.

He is not interested in the little boy shooting paper, bamboo joints, etc. The little girl is naturally not interested in kicking shuttlecocks and turning the ropes. So apart from being crazy about being familiar with children in the slums a few days ago, Yang Dongxu began to become a little unique again.

But even behind it is a small tail - Wu Xue.

Wu Xue's nickname is Xiaoxue. She is six years old this year, one year older than Yang Dongxu's sister and one year younger than him. She has two small braids and is very pink. Her parents are both workers, so she is busy from morning to night every day.

Usually, Xiaoxue can be sent to a nursery. Nowadays, there are no learning tasks in nursery schools. Just a few adults watch the children and prevent them from fighting, so they are relieved.

But this summer, Xiaoxue's parents were a little stunned. They could only drag the elderly in the yard to take care of them. But the elderly also had their own things to do, so they couldn't always help you see the children, right? Their children also ran around and played with the older children behind the butts.

I don’t know if it was Yang Dongxu’s maturity beyond his peers that made Xiaoxue feel safe, or if he hadn’t bullied Xiaoxue and cried before he had just arrived, so he had no thoughts in his heart. In short, Xiaoxue became his follower after not wandering around in the slum for a few days. Brother Xu and Brother Xu shouted intimately.

When he saw Xiaoxue, Yang Dongxu couldn't help but think of his sister in the countryside, so there was nothing to say to take with him. After spending a few days in the slum, Yang Dongxu took Xiaoxu's hand out of the door.

There is no place to be fun. Although there are also some small vendors in the city who are walking alleys to sell some things, those things cannot attract Yang Dongxu's attention at all.

There were very few shops around. Not far away, there were some street stalls next to Huode Zhenjun Temple. After a few glances, they were all things to coax children, so he pulled Xiaoxue into the temple to play.

It was a bit strange that the temple lived in the monk but the Taoist priest Yang Dongxu, but when he saw that the worship of Taoist gods and other gods were all in it, he understood.

At this time, there is no need to buy tickets in the temple. Except for a few Taoist priests who saw Yang Dongxu and Xiaoxue say a few words to go out and play, don’t run around here, for fear that the children will be too naughty to destroy the things in the temple, no one cares about you at all.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, they are all good things. If they get them back, they will be treasures in decades." Looking at the incense burner in the temple, Yang Dongxu's eyes shone brightly.

Although he doesn't know any antique identification, these are definitely authentic. People these days are honest and are even more respectful of gods and immortals. Naturally, they will not use some stupid things to fool the gods like in later generations.

"Brother Xu, hungry..." This room ran to that room, thinking about how Yang Dongxu, who brought these antiques home, was pulled by Xiaoxu.

"Uh..." I watched my baby Yang Dongxu forgot the time, and looked outside from under the eaves and it was indeed noon.

After reluctantly looking at the rooms that had not yet entered, Yang Dongxu had to lead Xiaoxue to go home for dinner. Zhou Yiren was very relieved of him, so the key was hung on his neck and went back to make whatever he wanted. Zhou Yiren would not come back to eat at work at noon.

In the morning, Zhou Yiren bought him breakfast, and brought the meal back from the unit canteen in the evening. When Yang Dongxu despised him, he never made any cooking again.

Therefore, Yang Dongxu became deeply worried about his living standards. He really couldn't understand how hard cooking was to eat, and how Zhou Yiren survived for so many years in Yangjia Village and was not poisoned to death by himself.

"Sniff..." Just as I was about to take Xiaoxue's little hand and leave, a scent of fragrance drifted into his nostrils. Xiaoxue next to her was shaking her nose like a puppy, so weird that she was not hungry. She asked about the smell of meat.

Yang Dongxu followed the fragrance and saw if he could have lunch. Anyway, the two little kids couldn't eat much, or at worst they could pay.

When he left Yangjia Village, Yang Dongxu's parents gave him a huge sum of 500 yuan. Of course, this money was left by Zhou Yiren, but it was just kept and not hidden. Zhou Yiren never cared about Yang Dongxu and knew that he would not take it randomly. So at this time, Yang Dongxu was holding a huge sum of 2 yuan in his pocket, and it was not a big problem to have a meal.

Following the fragrance Yang Dongxu passed a side door and walked a short distance ahead along the narrow walkway. A small courtyard appeared in Yang Dongxu's vision.

He didn't have time to pay attention to how such a remote courtyard appeared in the temple, and the house looked very dilapidated. His eyes were fixed on a small wooden house on the left side of the courtyard, and the fragrance floated out from it. He also heard the squeaking sound of meat stirring in the pot.

Xiaoxue was a little scared when she came to the strange courtyard. Although she kept smelling the meat fragrance, she pulled Yang Dongxu and didn't dare to go forward.

Yang Dongxu patted her little hand comfortably, then shouted at the cottage at the top of his throat: "Is there anyone? Is the meal ready?"

This voice couldn't help but startle Xiaoxue, and a jingling sound came from the kitchen, as if the pot was spade off to the ground. The next moment, an old man wearing a Taoist robe stuck his head out of the kitchen with a Taoist robe.

"If you care about my lunch, I won't expose you to eat meat." Yang Dongxu controlled the muscles on his face and made himself look more serious.

But where can he, a little kid over seven years, go seriously? Although his clothes were washed a little white, Yang Dongxu could not tolerate lice and other small animals crawling around on his body, and he was too clean when he was at home.

Now a little boy who is dressed in a simple, clean and overly equated with cuteness. After all, Yang Dongxu is not ugly, and his living conditions are good, he does not have the thin skin color of his children who are malnourished.

"Exposing your ball, the old Taoist believes in Zhengyi, not Quanzhen, let alone get married with meat." Seeing that they were two little kids, the Taoist priest sighed at Yang Dongxu with relief. His voice just now scared him very much.

Now it was Yang Dongxu's turn to be stunned. In his eyes, all the monks and Taoist priests all over the world seemed to be the same. As for what kind of Buddha Xinfeng was, he really couldn't make it clear what he was teaching. It seems that he was not a joke to see the appearance of this old Taoist priest.

"I don't know what the Taoist priest is called, monks are compassionate, and Buddhas also cut their flesh and feed eagles. Can you care about our lunch?" Yang Dongxu couldn't scare him and had to change to a smile.

"That's the Buddha, I am a Taoist priest and believe in the Sanqing." The old Taoist priest looked at Yang Dongxu speechlessly and shrank his head back, muttering constantly: "I've seen a ghost. Are the children like this now?"

Xiaoxue took Yang Dongxu's hand and wanted him to leave. Although the smell of the meat attracted her, the old Taoist priest looked not a good person.

The old Taoist priest's words made Yang Dongxu blush and rubbed his nose with his hands to cover up the embarrassment. If he had distinguished between Zhengyi and Quanzhen, he didn't know that it was understandable. However, it would be a bit embarrassing to make the Taoist priest show compassion when he used what the Buddha said. Isn't this scolding the bald man in front of the monk and his head was clipped by the door?

However, as a psychologically in his forties, Yang Dongxu was thick-skinned enough. Since the other party did not drive him away directly, it proved that there was a way to do this. Moreover, the aroma of the meat was so attractive that he was short of oil and water in his stomach these two days.

He pulled Xiaoxue, who was a little scared, to sit down at the stone table under the grape vines in the small courtyard. Two plates of vegetables were placed on the stone table with bowls upside down. It was obvious that this was the place where the old Taoist priests had a meal.

Seeing that the little kid in front of him was not scared away, he walked into the kitchen as if no one was around, picked up the gourd ladle and scooped half a ladle of water, ran to the yard to wash the little girl's hands, and washed himself. The old Taoist priest widened his eyes and felt that he had really hit a ghost today.

"Child, which family are you from?" As the two little kids sat on the stone bench and drooled at the dishes on the plate, but did not eat first, the old Taoist priest walked out of the kitchen with a casserole and asked.

The bubbles were rolling in the casserole, and the meat inside emitted a mouth-watering aroma as the bubbles rolled. This was a pot of rabbit meat, because Yang Dongxu could see the rabbit head in the pot at a glance. Although the rabbit meat in July is not as fat as in autumn, after several months of eating grass, it will not be as briny as in winter, and it tastes good.

"There is from Maoer Hutong opposite, I just moved here." Yang Dongxu knew that his lunch had fallen into his hands.

But when he saw three dishes on the table, he raised his eyebrows: "Make another dish, how do you eat three dishes?"

"Yeah, I know a lot if I don't know much. I'll love to eat or not." The old Taoist priest was stunned when he heard Yang Dongxu's words, then opened his mouth and laughed. While laughing, he winked at Yang Dongxu like an old child.

There is a saying in the old rules that the guests are not the odd ones, because the odd ones are called "lame dishes" to entertain turtles. However, people are poor nowadays, so if three dishes are a little more particular, five or seven dishes are not serious, they don't care much about the table.

But the three dishes are too obvious. Even if the countryside or poor people are in the hospital, they will make four dishes when they are just picking green dates from the trees.

"Children are not a guest, you can do whatever you want." Yang Dongxu muttered, and put a few pieces of rabbit meat with few bones in Xiaoxue's bowl to cool down first, then picked up his own bowl and picked up some vegetables and put them in front of Xiaoxue for her to eat.

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