"I have enough money to buy my sister's down jacket and my cotton-padded clothes and pants."
The boy said ghostly: "And you, I will never forget your kindness, how about I buy you a new set of clothes too?"
Mumu laughed dumbly and said: "It's not difficult to teach you. I'm just afraid that you won't have the patience to learn."
"Three feet of ice does not freeze in a day. It may take you three years, five years, or even longer to get a glimpse of the threshold."
Huzi was stunned and said: "Can you hurry up?"
Mumu said sternly: "It won't be fast, but what I teach is definitely better than Jianmen."
Huzi's eyes rolled around, and he said with a tangled expression: "Yes, why don't you give me a lesson first?"
"Don't do it if it's too difficult, do it if it's easy and powerful."
Mu Mu picked up the sorted herbs and put them on the wooden rack to dry, and said in a playful tone: "I know a lot of things, and they are very complicated. I can't remember the specific names."
"If you want to learn, start with the eight-character observation."
"If you can memorize them all within a month, I will teach you acupoints to determine your luck."
Huzi turned a deaf ear and ran to watch Wang Changhou handle the hare.
Mu Mu raised his eyebrows and went back to his room to rest out of boredom.
In the evening, when the sun set, Wang Xinyi prepared dinner.
A large pot of braised rabbit meat and a pot of stewed cabbage with potatoes.
Add the pickled beans fried in the morning and a small plate of peanuts.
It can't be said to be very rich, but it makes people feel hungry.
Wang Changhou likes to drink some wine, drinking alone, which is comfortable and leisurely.
The tiger hugged the rabbit leg and gnawed it wildly, making his mouth full of oil.
Wang Xinyi prepared sweet potato porridge for Mu Mu, and did not forget to warn: "It's not that I don't let you eat rabbit meat, it's for your own good."
"When you recover from a serious illness, your stomach and intestines must slowly adapt."
"Here, eat cabbage. Cabbage and potatoes are the most nutritious."
Someone dumbfounded said: "I'm not greedy for meat."
Wang Xinyi wrinkled his nose cutely and said: "If you don't want meat, why are you swallowing so loudly?"
Mumu said awkwardly: "Do I have it?"
He replied like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, I heard it."
Wang Changhou laughed loudly and put a piece of rabbit meat on the wood himself. Regardless of Wang Xinyi's dissuasion, he said: "It's okay to eat less. Your stomach needs to adapt, and your body also needs nutrition."
"Mu Mu, I heard from Xin Yi that you are only nineteen years old?"
"Why are you so tall? You look so old."
Mu Mu was "extremely sad" and instantly lost his appetite.
Outside the yard, someone pushed open the wooden door.
He is a thin, bald man wrapped in a heavy cotton coat.
He is not tall, about 1.65 meters tall.
He is in his forties, has a sinister eyebrow, and has an extremely vulgar smile.
He held half a cigarette in one hand and a lively crucian carp in the other.
Before anyone came in, the rough voice was already yelling with overwhelming anger: "Changhou, you are such a solitary eater. You caught a rabbit and didn't even call me."
"With wine and meat, bah, I still want to give you a crucian carp stew soup."
"There is no friendship anymore. From now on, the road will be different and the labor and management will not recognize you."
With that said, he left the crucian carp and prepared to leave.
Wang Changhou hurriedly chased after him to explain, pulling and dragging him in various ways and saying nice things.
Mu Mu drank the sweet potato porridge slowly and methodically, marveling at it.
Tungwan Village, which has no local temples, actually hides a great Bodhisattva with a thirteenth level of martial arts?
