The old cat was originally ready to run away and ignore the master and apprentice. But it was worried that the meat in the bowl had not been finished yet, so it angrily came out of the bushes and meowed viciously at Chang Xing.
"Twice, you little brat. Last time I burned Old Cat, I didn't even settle the account with you for a large piece of hair on my head. Now you've shaved off a large piece of hair on my head. If it wasn't for Old Cat,
I'm smart, but I've been killed by you little brat several times.
The little Taoist priest couldn't understand the cat language, so when he saw the old cat coming out, he asked hypocritically in the old cat's eyes: "Old cat, are you full?"
The old cat turned and glared at the little Taoist priest: "You little brat, you are so hypocritical. I'm not full, will you give me an extra piece of meat?"
"The meat is gone, and the rice is gone. Can you eat this peach stone?" The little Taoist chuckled and threw the peach stone, which had eaten all the meat, to the old cat's side.
The old cat was shaking with anger. Have you ever seen a cat that eats peaches? What does it mean to give a peach stone? The old cat swung its tail and swept the peach stone directly into the pit next to it. It still felt puzzled and hated it.
I ran over and piled the peach stones with soil, and jumped on them a few times to relieve my hatred.
Xiaodao's eyes lit up and he ran over happily. He originally wanted to hug the old cat and praise him. But the old cat turned his head and got into the bushes in disgust.
The little Taoist priest was still very excited: "Old cat, you are so smart, you still know how to plant a peach tree so that I can have peaches to eat. Master, Master!"
The little Taoist priest excitedly ran into the Patriarch's Temple and said happily: "Master, do you think it's great or not? The old cat even knows how to plant peach trees! I'm afraid this old cat has become a spirit, it's so capable."
Old Cat was praised so much by the Taoist Priest, Old Cat, did I really do something extraordinary?
The old Taoist smiled and said: "This old cat has become a spirit. He now knows how to plant peach trees for Xing'er to enjoy peaches."
The little Taoist priest suddenly asked very worriedly: "Master, if the old cat becomes a spirit, will it be struck to death by lightning?"
The old cat fell to the ground. Sure enough, the little kid didn't want me to be nice to him!
Just as the old Taoist expected, since he made a fortune at Xiao Guilian's house, the old Taoist has not opened a business for a while. Fortunately, the old Taoist's belly is no longer like a bottomless pit like it was at Xiao Guilian's house, but as he grows taller, he becomes taller.
The food intake is also getting bigger and bigger. The old Taoist has to rely on the mountains to eat and the water to eat. He goes hunting in the mountains from time to time. The old Taoist is growing in body, and his food must keep up.
The old cat has never eased the relationship with the little Taoist priest. In the old cat's eyes, the little kid is always full of malice. The little Taoist priest has always been worried that the old cat will be struck to death by lightning. In fact, the old cat is more likely to be struck to death by lightning than to be killed by lightning.
The likelihood of him dying is much lower.
Around the Dragon Boat Festival, it never rained, and everyone in Xianjiqiao predicted that there would be a drought this summer. Sure enough, from the Dragon Boat Festival to the early rice harvest, not a drop of rain fell. The old man planted some sweet potatoes on the mountain, which he had expected.
When the sweet potatoes were planted, they could last for several months on the trail. Unexpectedly, after the sweet potatoes were planted, there was no rain.
In order to keep these sweet potato vines, the old Taoist can only water them every few days.
"Master, are you practicing?" The little Taoist asked in confusion as he watched the old Taoist go to the mountain stream to fetch water.
The old Taoist said happily: "Those who practice Taoism must persist in practicing every day."
"Master, why don't you practice some magic?" the little Taoist priest asked puzzledly.
"What kind of magic do you practice?" asked the old Taoist.
"Let's cast the spell of rain." said the little Taoist priest.
"There is no magic spell to make it rain. Only when you become an immortal and rank in the Immortal Class can you have the spell to summon clouds and rain." The old Taoist said with a smile. There was a disciple chattering beside him, and the old Taoist didn't feel tired at all.
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"Master, let me choose. Xing'er also wants to practice," the little Taoist Master said.
"Haha, you are not as tall as a bucket. When Xing'er grows taller, he will be able to carry water for the master in the future." The old Taoist said happily.
"Master, do you have to be an immortal to cast a spell to make it rain?" the little Taoist asked.
"Of course." said the old man.
"Master, can't it rain like this?" The little Taoist priest suddenly waved his hand, and a large water ball appeared above the heads of the master and the disciple. It stayed in the air for a while, then splashed down, drenching the master and the disciple.
Got the soaked chicken.
The old Taoist looked at the little Taoist priest with resentment, and the joy he felt just now disappeared without a trace. No one can stop me, I will beat this kid to death!
"Master, did Xing'er do something wrong?" The young Taoist asked aggrievedly when he saw the old Taoist's face was not good.
"We Xing'er are the most obedient, what could we have done wrong?" The old Taoist quickly picked up the little Taoist priest, carrying two buckets on his shoulders, and holding the increasingly heavier little Taoist priest in his arms. There was no trace of him.
Joy?
From that day on, the old Taoist no longer went to fetch water for practice, and urged the little Taoist master to cast rain spells every day.
The sweet potato vines that had been growing half-dead seemed to suddenly come to life. The sweet potato vines grew like kudzu vines, becoming more and more lush and thick. Even the vegetable field next to the sweet potato field became thicker and thicker.
The better.
The veteran is not very good at farming. Every time he grows vegetables, the grain is much worse than what the commune members in the mountains grow. But now, the vegetables grown in the ground are tender and large. The beans are like noodles, densely packed at first glance.
The old Taoist put the endless beans into a jar, saying that they were made into sour beans and could be eaten for a year. There was no shortage of meat on the mountain, but there was a shortage of vegetables and food. However, since the Taoist priest went to cast spells to make it rain every day, the ground
The sorghum and corn seedlings they planted all grew very vigorously, and two large and plump corn stalks were grown on one corn seedling. When the corn stalks were harvested, the two masters and apprentices did not have to worry about food for a long time.
The old Taoist carries a hoe next to the vegetable field every day, preparing to cultivate another piece of land next to the vegetable field. However, the mountainous land is uneven and there are many stones in the soil, making it very difficult to dig.
"Master, what are we growing here?" The Taoist Master held a small steel hoe in his hand. This was bought specially for the Taoist Master by the old Taoist. It is very light. In addition to playing with the Taoist Master, it can also be used to plant vegetable seedlings.
"Master wants to open a field here, so we don't have to worry about starvation in the future," said the old Taoist.
In the past, it was because it was difficult to get water in the mountains. Now that we don’t have to worry about water, we naturally have to consider growing rice.
The little Taoist master naturally knew the importance of rice. After eating the rice they earned at Xiao Guilian's house, the master and apprentice had been eating corn rice for a long time. Rice rice is not easy to digest and tastes very rough. Two meals a day
Both the master and the disciples ate the corn with the game in great pain. I really miss those days when there was rice.
