In the distant mountain forest, a man wearing a white homespun short coat and gray cloth trousers was digging a hole with a hoe. Next to him, there was a headless fish that had begun to stink. The head of this fish was obviously
The one that Yang Mingshan beheaded had begun to emit a strong odor after being left there for a few days.
"Hehe. If you hadn't stunk, I would have been reluctant to bury you. But it's the same now, no one knows about this matter." The man's voice was eerie, as if it came from hell.
of general.
The man glanced at Fengmei Village in the distance, but he didn't see the Taoist leader walking up the mountain. Originally, he had always been very afraid of the old Taoist who used to be in the Zushi Temple, but now that the old Taoist has gone out to travel, there is nothing to be afraid of.
He has heard some stories about the little Taoist priest, but no matter how powerful he is, how high can a child be?
The little Taoist priest just felt like he was being stared at by a wild beast, and was not sure what was on the mountain opposite. Although he felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, it all passed quickly. The little Taoist priest no longer cared.
He happily responded and jumped on the little Taoist priest. The little Taoist priest pinched his neck and threw him aside. Then he pounced on him with perseverance. Dahuang happily waggled his tail to greet him in front. The old cat stood calmly beside the ancestor.
At the gate of the temple, it looked up from time to time, mainly to see if the little Taoist Master had anything delicious in his hands. Don't let those two bastards eat them all.
The little Taoist came back empty-handed today. The master's wife has now ordered him not to catch fish in the river. No one in Xianji Bridge is holding a wedding, so the little Taoist naturally can't get anything good to eat.
The Patriarch's Temple is very clean and spotless. Although the ground is made of dirt, the dirt has been burned by the Taoist Master with spiritual fire. Now the dirt floor is harder than the cement floor. It is no longer like before when you sweep it with a broom and the dirt becomes
There will be more and more.
Dahuang and the kitten still sleep in the firewood pond, while Lao Hei always sleeps under the barn. Hei always feels that it is not safe to live with the Taoist leader. Sooner or later, he will be tricked to death by the little brat. Living under the barn is safer.
If there is a lot, Xiao Dao Zhang will not burn down the barn, right? If the rice is burned, what will Xiao Dao Zhang eat?
And the old cat feels that it must keep an eye on the barn. Of course, the old cat is not worried about losing the rice and the little kid will be hungry, but it is worried about its own stomach. There are old cats sitting in the barn, hamsters, mountain rats and so on.
Not to mention the idea of plowing rice, we don’t even dare to set foot in the barn area. As long as the old cat finds it, the old cat will dig up the mouse hole even if it turns over the mouse hole. Now the ancestor temple and the barn
Not a single mouse can be seen in this area. This is all the work of the old cat.
The old cat thinks that it has much more merit than Rhubarb, but it cannot wag its tail, so its status is exactly the opposite. The kitten that can both wag its tail and be cute has the highest status, and the Taoist dotes on it the most.
It is given priority to eat first. The rhubarb that can wag its tail but not act cute is second. A wag can hide a thousand ugliness. Wherever the trail leader goes, he often takes kittens and rhubarb with him. The old cat is the one who is disliked every time.
.Who can make it neither act cute nor wag its tail? Of course, even if the old cat wants to act cute, I'm afraid it will be rejected by the Taoist Priest. After all, it is too old!
At this time, Xianjiqiao was busy with farming, and Xiao Dajiang naturally had no time to make furniture. The couple had to catch up with the centimeters, and there was no one to take care of the family, so he let the director of the trail arrange the crops in the fields by himself. Therefore, the trail leader
There is no need to go down the mountain for a long time.
But the little Taoist priest is not like his peers. If there is no adult to call him, he will sleep until midnight without waking up. The little Taoist priest gets up at dawn. After finishing his morning lessons, he goes to work in the fields with a hoe. In the fields
The bamboo shelf is covered with string beans, and a green bean plant next to it is also full of fruits. The loofah vine has yellow flowers, and you can find plump and crisp loofahs under the wide leaves. The path leader will pick them.
The melons and fruits were placed in a bamboo basket. Then weeds were removed from the ground with a small hoe. Six or seven types of vegetables were planted in a two-thirds vegetable field, but each vegetable crop was carefully organized.
Although tidying up the vegetable field is a tiring task. As the saying goes, one point of land is worth the same amount of work. One point of vegetable field is as much work as one acre of paddy field. But the little Taoist really likes to stay in this vegetable field. It may be a miserable life here.
, but very quiet. The faint fragrance of the earth and the green smell of flowers and plants always make people very peaceful and comfortable.
Here, the young Taoist priest can recall every detail of his life with the old Taoist, without the distractions of the world and the disputes between people.
"Meow." The kitten followed step by step behind the little Taoist priest. The little Taoist priest scratched the kitten's head with his hand, then lifted the kitten's neck and threw the kitten outside the vegetable field. As soon as this guy came over
, this vegetable field is about to suffer. It will regard any fruits in the vegetable field as its toys. It will put the eggplants as mice on the ground and play the game of catching and releasing, catching and releasing. It will follow the example of the little Taoist priest and put the beans on the ground.
Chew it in your mouth and spit it out quickly.
After hoeing the grass and picking vegetables, the path leader carried the bamboo basket and the hoe and walked home. By the way, he also went to the rice fields to see the water in the fields.
The seedlings in the rice fields are growing well. In the rice fields at the foot of the mountain, the seedlings have not yet turned green. In the rice fields with long paths, the seedlings have almost filled the ridges, and even the water in the fields is completely covered. The rice fields with long paths cannot be eaten by one person.
After all, he only grows one crop every year, which is enough for him to eat for a year. But the little Taoist leader still has to wait for the master to come back. If there is enough food, maybe after the master comes back, he won't have to go out and travel.
The sun slowly rises from the east, and the surrounding area is bathed in warm sunshine.
The wind in the valley blew the green rice fields, and the seedlings danced happily with the wind. The long beans also kept swinging on the bamboo frame. The maple leaves in the mountain forest rustled in the wind.
The days passed quietly like this.
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Not long after, the early rice harvesting and late rice planting were all completed. The group of people who had sent the three wounded to the town health center drove the tractor of the Xinqiao Brigade back to Xinqiao. The previous troubles of the Xinqiao Brigade no longer
It didn't happen again. The big fish seemed to have gotten its revenge, and its anger finally subsided. The people of Xinqiao also began to continue their daily lives. They worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. But everyone still had some kind of expression on their face.
A touch of gloom.
No one doubts that there is a mysterious black hand behind the big fish incident that is controlling everything, and no one is willing to dig deeper. Everyone hopes that everything will pass quickly and start their new lives again.
