"Little Taoist Master, is it really okay to go out now?" Zhang Dalei still refused to get his head out of the thatch.
"Maybe Chen Segui has forgotten it," the little Taoist priest said.
"Can this be forgotten? I stole a penny from my mother last year, and my mother still remembers it." Zhang Dalei didn't believe it.
"Chen Segui didn't know you originally. Now that it's been so long, maybe he has forgotten you." The little Taoist priest said.
"That's true. Now I almost forgot how I peed on Chen Segui's head." Zhang Dalei then got his head out of the thatch and thought for a while, "How about I go to the teacher's cafeteria to wipe some pot ashes?
, In this way, Chen Segui will definitely not recognize me even if he sees me."
"This method is good." The little Taoist priest did not object.
Zhang Dalei slowly approached the faculty cafeteria like a thief, while the Taoist Priest walked to the classroom in a swaggering manner.
"Little Taoist Master, where have you and Dalei gone? I can't find you anywhere." As soon as Xilai saw the little Taoist Master appear, he immediately ran over.
"Why did you run out? You don't have to go to class?" asked the little Taoist priest.
"Chen Segui is sick. Now there are only two teachers and three grades taking turns to take physical education class. This period is our turn."
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"Oh." The little Taoist priest doesn't have to go back to the classroom anymore.
"Where's Da Lei?" the red soldier asked as soon as he came over.
"In the back. By the way, why is Teacher Chen sick?" asked the little Taoist priest.
"I don't know. Teacher Ye gave a lecture to the class and then went to the third grade class. Where did you go just now?" Xilai asked.
"Da Lei just saw a hare running into the woods, so he chased it. In the end, he didn't even touch the hare," said the little Taoist priest.
"Just like Big Lei, even if the hare is lame, he may not be able to catch it." Xilai said disdainfully.
"That one said I can't catch up. You catch a hare and lame one of its legs to see if I can catch up!" Da Lei was very dissatisfied with Xilai's assertion.
"Da Lei, have you got into the stove?" The red soldier looked at Da Lei in surprise.
Xilai pointed at Da Lei and laughed loudly: "Are you really chasing the hare into the stove?"
"Dalei, Teacher Chen is sick. You have returned to the city, do you still want to wipe your face with ashes? Teacher Ye's class will be later." said the little Taoist priest.
"Sure enough, I forgot. Then I'm going to wash my face now." Da Lei quickly ran to the kitchen and scooped up a spoonful of water to wash away the pot ash on his face. It was easy to put it on, but difficult to clean it off. Da Lei
I just washed away most of the pot ash, but there was still a small amount left that couldn't be washed away no matter how hard I washed it.
During class, Da Lei was indeed noticed by Ye Jiangwei.
"Dalei, what happened to your face? Did you hide in the stove in the cafeteria while you were in physical education class?" Ye Jiangwei asked.
Da Lei stood up and scratched his head. He felt very weak, his legs were trembling, and he almost told the story about the man-made fountain pouring urine on the pervert.
When Ye Jiangwei saw Da Lei's behavior, she thought she was right: "Da Lei, don't do such things in the future. The teacher will help you clean up after class."
Da Lei looked confused, could he get away with this?
The rest of the little kids in the class looked at Da Lei with envy, and wished they could run to the kitchen immediately and smear two handfuls of pot ashes on their faces. In this way, they would also have the opportunity to let Teacher Ye wash his face.
Naturally, the little Taoist priest disdains to do such a thing. How childish it is. As a cultivator, how can he be so boring?
When he came home from school, Da Lei's body still smelled like soap. Soap was definitely a rarity in this era. Even public servants who ate national food could hardly obtain such a rare commodity. Ye Jiangwei herself was not very good at it either.
Be willing to use it and wrap it in paper every time you use it.
"Dalei, let me smell it again. The fragrance smells really good. It's exactly the same as the fragrance on Mr. Ye's body." The red soldier came close to Da Lei.
"Teacher Ye's body smells good. Da Lei's body smells stinky," Xilai said.
"Then stay away from me. You are not allowed to smell my fragrance." Da Lei said proudly.
Xiaodao's long nose is very clever, and you can smell the fragrance without leaning close to it. I can't say it smells very good, it's just very novel.
Hongxia was thinking about when she would ask her parents to go to the town to buy a piece of soap. Then they would be able to wash their bodies as fragrantly as Teacher Ye did. The Taoist Priest would like it.
The little Taoist walked very fast, and the old Taoist was waiting for him to come home. The old Taoist was now in worse health than before, and he was trembling when he walked. The little Taoist now slowly became the support of the master and the apprentice of the Zushi Temple.
"Master, I'm back!" The little Taoist priest walked to the door and said loudly.
The old Taoist was sitting on the futon, not knowing what he was doing, but quietly stroking the hoe that the little Taoist had refined.
"Xing'er, are you back? Master is now old and useless. I have to wait for you to come back to cook." The old Taoist sighed sadly.
"Master, when Xing'er grows up, he will take good care of Master every day from now on," the little Taoist Master said.
"Good disciple, good disciple." The old Taoist was very pleased that this disciple was very filial.
The Taoist priest quickly washed the pot and washed the rice, then stuffed some firewood into the stove, and with a snap of his fingers, the firewood in the stove started burning fiercely.
Xiao Daochang quickly washed the vegetables and cut them. Just as the rice was boiling, he opened the lid of the pot and pierced the rice with chopsticks a few times. This will help the rice to heat evenly and avoid the situation where the bottom of the pot is burnt and the upper layer is filled with rice.
Although the little Taoist master is already so proficient in housework, he is actually still an eight-year-old boy.
"Master can't go into the mountains now. Xing'er can't even eat meat. Master is really old and useless!" The old Taoist looked at the few vegetarian dishes on the table and looked at his disciple with some distress.
"Master, don't worry. When I have a holiday, I will go to the mountains to catch some pheasants to satisfy my craving. The wild boars are too heavy. Even if I catch them, Xing'er won't be able to carry them back," said the little Taoist priest.
The old cat seems to have aged a lot. He lives directly in the Patriarch's Temple every day and doesn't run away when he sees the little Taoist. The little Taoist is becoming more and more sensible. It has not suffered from the little Taoist for a long time.
After the meal was ready, I first put the rice in the bowl for the master, took the chopsticks, and helped the master sit down in front of the Eight Immortals table. Then he filled a bowl for the old cat, poured a little oil soup into it, and mixed it well.
After looking at the broken bowl, there was no meat at all, and the old cat meowed in disgust.
"Master, if you really want to eat meat, I will kill this old cat another day." The little Taoist laughed.
"Meow!" the old cat barked angrily at the little Taoist to express his dissatisfaction.
"You have to have it. This guy is getting lazy." The old man said with a smile.