The young monk picked up the wine and walked out, asking Yu Sheng to record the accounts.
"Still keeping accounts?" The monk doesn't practice fasting and is a bit unaccustomed to it for the rest of his life.
"Master said you can't take things from the inn for free, you still have to pay the bill." said the young monk.
Yu Sheng immediately looked at the old monk with admiration and said, "He is indeed an enlightened monk."
"This way you won't be disliked if you practice fasting regularly," the young monk said.
Yu Sheng takes back what he just said.
The young monk chuckled and said, "Master picked a lot of camellia and dried it before sending it to Brother Sheng to pay the bill."
"Camellia?" Yu Sheng's eyes lit up and he hurriedly called the young monk back, "One jar of wine is not enough, I need two jars."
Camellia is very precious. When my grandson's father sacrificed his life for camellia, he was moved by the high price of camellia.
Camellia is best found in deep mountains and old forests. It is a rare and rare product.
Now that the old monk wants to use camellia to pay off his debt, he will certainly not be able to get what he wants for the rest of his life.
The little monk didn't want to be fooled and ran out of the inn cleverly.
Just as Yu Sheng turned around, the little monk stuck his head out again and said, "Brother Sheng, where is she?"
"Who?" Yu Sheng was confused.
"That's it." The young monk hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth to Yu Sheng like a tiger biting someone.
"Oh, oh," Yu Sheng suddenly realized, "She is in the medicine garden."
He said: "Didn't your master say, 'Anyone who comes near will be bitten to death', and told you not to come near?"
"I'll just ask, ask." The young monk touched his bald head, smiled slightly, and retracted his head.
Aunt Qing was surprised, "What will be bitten to death? What kind of riddles are you playing?"
"A very scary kind of monster." Yu Sheng said.
Aunt Qing was too lazy to ask, "What kind of liquor do you want to make?"
"Cannon and light."
"Cannons and lights?" Aunt Qing frowned slightly, "What a strange name."
That's right, it's strange. I don't know where the system pulled out the brewing recipe.
Yu Sheng chose it because both the merit value of brewing and the raw materials are extremely cheap.
In previous lives, "cannon-making lamps" used dried potato, and the system believes that the use of bitter potatoes in Dahuang has the same effect but similar effects.
For this reason, Fang Zi deliberately charged an extra ten points of merit points for the guidance fee on top of the original price.
Bitter potato is a wild vegetable that grows on the sandy land near the lake, and its rhizomes are used for brewing.
Only when there is really nothing to eat, the villagers use bitter sweet potatoes to satisfy their hunger, because sweet potatoes, as the name suggests, are so bitter that they can be compared to coptis.
The Pao Ding Deng brewed from bitter potatoes only focuses on the punch, not the aftertaste, and cannot be tasted.
From the looks of it, Aunt Qing might be disappointed.
For the rest of my life, I still haven’t realized how terrible it is to disappoint Aunt Qing, who has high expectations.
There was a noise outside the door, and Yu Sheng poked his head out curiously.
The rooster was sitting on a stool, with the villagers surrounding him.
Grandma Wu was the oldest, so everyone moved her to the front, "Does it really know what happened in the past?"
"Yes." The little monk nodded.
"I lost ten cents last year. Do you know where it went?" said the fifth grandma.
The young monk asked the monkey.
The 狋狋 was drinking happily, forgetting all about the embarrassment and fear of falling into the water.
"Tie it to me, okay, come on down." The monkey burped from wine and said vaguely.
Grandma Wu looked at the little monk.
Although the young monk was not two feet tall, he still had no idea. He could only use his eyes to ask for help from his grandson.
Aunt Ma held her grandson in her arms, sat across the table, and looked at the monkey with mixed emotions.
The little grandson said: "Under the bed."
The monkey felt like a confidant, and stretched out his furry hand to pass the wine to his grandson, but Aunt Ma slapped him down.
This person has now become a good friend. The grandson no longer mistakes him for his father, but he is still very close to him.
Grandma Wu got the answer and took small steps back to look for it.
When the others were about to ask, Baozi's father pushed through everyone and squeezed in.
"Where did my son hide the money?" he asked confusedly.
He felt that there was money hidden in the bun. This guy was a very thief and would never hide money in one place.
"Don't say it, don't say it." Baozi was sitting on a branch of a tree watching the excitement, but he didn't expect his father to be so good at it.
"Let's go to the nest." This wolf has a bad drinking ability and is swaying around in drunkenness.
"Traveling?" Baozi's father couldn't think of a solution at the moment, because the town often calls dogs and cats in heat "traveling".
Could it be that Baozi matured so early that he saved up enough money to marry his mother Baozi?
"Kenhouse." the little grandson said with a smile.
Baozi jumped off the tree and ran home, with Baozi's father chasing after him.
Others were deeply inspired and rushed forward to ask about the things left behind, or where the money in their homes was hidden.
Only Li Zheng's question was the most refreshing and refined. He asked the monkey, "Where is my money?"
"West Temple, uncle." Yi Yi said.
Before the grandson could answer, Li Zheng's wife was already teaching Li Zheng, "If you want to hide money, why don't you hide it at your uncle's house in Ximiao..."
Ximiao is a small town outside Yangzhou City, named after a temple there.
"Nonsense, I haven't been there for a long time." Li Zheng said...
"In the temple, in the clothes." said the little grandson.
Li Zheng remembered and donated some rags to the old monk.
The young monk paused and said, "I didn't see it. I'll go back and look for it."
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, you are asking all kinds of questions." Yu Sheng squeezed them away, "With such magical powers, how can I ask you such mundane questions."
I will stand in front of the wolf for the rest of my life.
When a rooster touches wine, he can disregard life and death. Of course, he is not afraid of the rest of his life now.
"Where is my notebook hidden?" Yu Sheng asked.
That book was written in simplified Chinese characters from his previous life. It not only contained mystical guidance for those who came after him, but also included the results of his many years of research.
For example, don't pee in the weeds, otherwise if you are bitten by an insect, you will have five limbs that can stand for three days at a young age.
He also pointed out that the stewed fresh alfalfa mushrooms and seasoned with chicken soup have a fishy taste.
There are also profound ones. He demonstrated the relationship between the two full moons and the tides. The answer is that there is no relationship.
I don’t know where he stuffed this book later.
The wolf shook his head, not knowing how to describe that place. He could only say: "Go away."
"Gouzi?" I was confused for the rest of my life, what does it have to do with Gouzi?
"I found it, I found it, it's true." Grandma Wu shouted from a distance while holding up ten cents.
Everyone became active all of a sudden. The blacksmith, a senior in high school, said to Yu Sheng, "After asking, leave quickly."
"There's one more, there's one more." Yu Sheng struggled, and the blacksmith could only put him down.
"Which one of them owes me wine money?" Yu Sheng asked, pointing to the person behind him.
"Go." Now the villagers worked together to push him out.
"Being a thief has a guilty conscience." Yu Sheng glanced at the villagers, shook his sleeves, and called out the dog.
"Book." Yu Sheng gestured to Gouzi.
The dog squatted on the ground, wagging its tail and looking at Yu Sheng, looking confused.
"Aren't you usually very smart?" Yu Sheng taught Gouzi a lesson when he saw a carriage coming from the east side of the town.
Gouzi continued to pretend to be innocent and stuck out his tongue to lick Yu Sheng's palm.
I ignored it for the rest of my life, because the carriage soon stopped in front of the inn.
The cart was pulled by a strong horse, the cart was richly decorated, and the driver also wore clothes made of fine fabrics.
The servant driving the carriage opened the curtain and a maid came out first.
She glanced at everyone and was startled when she saw the wolf, then she put her head into the carriage and whispered.
The person in the car didn't know what they said. The maid lowered her eyebrows in response and reached out to help a middle-aged woman out.
Seeing the woman's dress, Yu Sheng's heart sank involuntarily.
Because she was wearing a shamanistic silk gown, and she was holding an iconic oil-paper umbrella in her hand.