After helping me pick up excrement and water, the old man went to find other new disciples to experience the sufferings of the world.
Stalking and nagging endlessly.
I was busy completing my tasks and couldn't find a suitable opportunity to talk to him.
We can only silently infer and guess his relationship with Tai Xuzi.
I've been thinking wildly all morning and still can't figure out a clue.
At around ten o'clock, captain Shi Hong came.
I pretended not to see it and worked "seriously" sweating profusely.
With my level of cultivation, my mind can travel a thousand meters at will. Not to mention Shi Hong, who is an ordinary person, even Taixuzi himself can't hide it from my perception.
At eleven o'clock, have lunch on time.
The bearded man came to me and said that he had managed more than two acres of medicinal fields. If nothing else happened, he would be free to help me in the evening.
I flatly refused and let him finish his work and have a rest.
The bearded man said aggrievedly: "Boss, are you reluctant to part with instant noodles?"
I held the dinner plate and explained, "No, the new disciples have a total of two acres of land, and I can definitely make it in time."
"The adaptation period is three days. You can help me for a while, but after that, you have to do it yourself."
"Working overtime and being whipped, why don't you let me get used to it as soon as possible."
The bearded man touched his chin and muttered: "That seems to be the reason."
I simply said: "I'll give it to you after the instant noodles are out of work, is that okay?"
The bearded man said happily: "Okay, I'll help you wash your feet at night."
The two chatted, and I took the opportunity to find out the identity of the one-eyed old man.
The bearded man replied: "His surname is Huai. No one knows his real name. Everyone calls him Mr. Huai."
"Responsible for the daily necessities of the handyman disciples and guarding the backyard warehouse."
"It is said that he has been coming to Taoism for many years. He has a gentle personality and is generous."
"But for new disciples, he will hold a notebook and ask three questions. If he doesn't answer, he won't let him go."
I said with shame: "That's true, you've already found me."
The bearded man gloated: "Yeah, it's quite interesting to pretend to be a ghost every day."
After dinner, I helped Zhou Laigui pick up a meal and deliver it to the dormitory.
This guy was lying on the bed, mentally exhausted and half dead.
Obviously, the illness of Huo Yandan and his daughter was as overwhelming as Mount Tai, making him unable to breathe.
I comforted him a few times, but it had little effect.
Seeing that it was almost a little late, I hurriedly got out of the way.
In the afternoon, continue picking manure.
When I was going up the mountain, I saw the one-eyed old man chasing the new disciple to "interview" him, smiling obsequiously at one moment, and cursing at the other with his hands on his waist.
What is the most painful thing you can do without.
Aren’t you sad when your grandparents passed away?
As a handyman disciple, isn’t it painful to have a full meal and a hungry meal?
I deliberately took a break and sat not far away to watch the show.
The old man was cursing and holding a notebook in his hand with a fierce expression.
Passing by me, he spat angrily and scolded me: "What are you looking at? If you look at me again, I'll dig out your eyeballs."
Without saying a word, I picked up the bucket and left.
Damn it, you can fall out of love faster than turning over a book.
In the morning, there was a Yi boy with a smile on his face, begging me to make a deal with him.
You're going to gouge out my eyeballs right now. Is there anyone who does that?
I ran seven or eight times in a row and saw that today's mission was about to end. I simply found a bush and hid in it to sleep.
He was relaxed and not afraid of any surprise inspections conducted by Shi Hong.
It's past five o'clock and the sun is setting in the west.
I got out to work in a big way and poured out the remaining half bucket of manure.
But at this moment, on the field ridge not far away, a seven or eight-year-old girl stumbled over.
Carved in pink and jade, exquisite and flawless, with two ponytails, she is as cute as a jade doll.
She was wearing a loose and neat green robe, and black cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles. She climbed down the slope, slipped to the place where I had not yet poured the manure water, picked up a half-ripe red frost fruit, and wiped it with her sleeve.
