Xu Yan is indeed very helpless, because the one who is on the way with him not only eats and drinks along the way, but also goes to the toilet, which can basically be said to be inseparable. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just a way, it's just that he's spying on him.

"Brother, you just came, we have rules in Yuanshanzhai, every brother who just came has a passerby, don't worry, after three months, I won't stop with you." The thin-eyed and long-eyed mountain bandit spread his hands and said, "You and I love to smell the smell of the toilet, the upper branch and the lower row, I have no choice but to wait." ”

The mountain bandit sent by Yuanshanzhai to monitor Xu Yan was named Zhang He, who was in his twenties and less than thirty, and was in charge of the back kitchen.

In the cottage, there is no distinction between what chef or cut, anyway, there are only a few cooks in the back kitchen, and when it comes to the meal, the big guys do it together, and the three village owners must eat carefully, as for the other mountain bandits, it is casual, how to save trouble and how to come, and feed the pigs is almost the same.

Assigned a cook to monitor Xu Yan, it was not that Yuanshanzhai specially allocated it to take care of the food of his little Taoist priest, but Xu Yan was assigned to the back kitchen and was responsible for chores.

"The thatched toilet is a filthy place, the dirt can lead to evil, and the long-term evil ground hurts the spirit, we Taoists do not recommend staying in the thatched toilet for a long time, the best time to go out is within a quarter of an hour, too long will not only affect the soul of the person, but also easy to get sores. ”

Xu Yan, who was squatting in the thatched pit, explained the concept of Taoist health preservation to Zhang He, who was full of bitterness next to him, and he didn't know whether it was angry or smoked, Zhang He almost didn't come up in one breath and suffocated to death.

Pinching his nose, Zhang He said helplessly: "Pigs don't like to come to the pit, I don't need you to remind me, hurry up, I'm going to smoke to death, it's time to eat, eat dumplings today, you are responsible for the bag." ”

Yuanshanzhai is very large, the three owners live in three courtyards not far apart, saying that it is a courtyard, the front of the courtyard is just a fence, and the wall surrounded by a fence around the cottage looks even more shabby.

It's not that these mountain bandits are poor, since they occupied the mountains as kings five years ago, the Yuanshan bandits have been thunderous in ten miles and eight townships, and there are countless rich and noble families who have been killed by them.

Such a simple cottage is because they will not occupy a place for too long, and the current cottage was just moved over a year ago, and the previous Yuan cottage is more than 30 miles away from here.

Qiyuan Mountain is not a single mountain, but a continuous mountain range.

The branch mountains of the Wanheng Mountain Range are hundreds of miles away from north to south, and on the other side of this mountain range, there are tens of thousands of Dapu border troops, the name of the Zhenxi Army, Liao Jiuming said that he is not afraid, in fact, since he came to Qiyuan Mountain, he has been on guard against the movements of the border army all the time.

He is not afraid of ordinary officers and soldiers, but if he really wants the border army to encircle and suppress, he will flee immediately, so the construction of Yuanshanzhai has always been simple, and it will change places in a year or two.

The back kitchen of Yuanshanzhai is in the back of the village, and then there is the mountain forest, which is arranged here, and Xu Yan is also considered a clean place.

But a pure land is often also a land of right and wrong.

The harvest during the day was quite abundant, and several village owners decided to celebrate, allocated dozens of jars of spirits, and even instructed the kitchen to prepare some delicious food to comfort these brothers.

Delicious is naturally dumplings, more than a dozen cooks have been busy for a long time, pots of steaming dumplings have been sent to all parts of the village, in the back kitchen, Xu Yan, who is tired and sweaty, clumsily pinched the dumplings, others wrapped out five or six, he didn't even wrap one out, and his face was full of flour.

"Boy, I've never eaten dumplings before, and they are so slow. The fat cook, who was five big and three thick, glanced at the little Taoist priest and sneered: "Is it that your Taoist temple is too poor to eat meat?" ”

"Can monks still eat meat? Boy, did your father and mother sell you to the Taoist temple, don't worry, when you come to our Yuanshan Cottage, as long as you can afford a knife, you will have meat to eat and drink!"

Another tall and lanky cook was joking while chopping the stuffing, and the knife technique was good.

"I, I don't have a father or mother, I was picked up by the master by the river. Xu Yan said a little shyly, not loudly.

"It turned out to be a wild seed. The fat cook scolded, and a ball of white flour was kneaded by him quickly: "Wild seeds are good, the world doesn't want you, you will kill the world, so that you can relieve your anger, do you understand boy, see who is not pleasing to the eye, go down with a knife, and make sure that he calls you father and mother." ”

"Boss Wu is right, if you go down with a knife, then you will cry your father and call your mother, hahahaha!" Several cooks laughed on the side, and it was also interesting to watch the boss of the back kitchen bewitch that stupid little Taoist.

"Killing, killing people to have meat to eat, do you have wine to drink?" Xu Yan asked with a winch, at this time, the pot of dumplings next to him was already ready, and a few cooks ate it one bite at a time.

It's almost delivered outside, and they're hungry too.

"In this world, if you don't kill people, you are destined to be poor, eat meat and drink wine?"

The hideousness on the fat face shows the viciousness of the fat cook, and he wants to completely turn the little Taoist priest in front of him into a bandit, because the more people in Yuanshanzhai, the better life will be.

"If you kill someone, you can drink wine, and if you kill someone, you can eat meat...... as if he really believed in the other party's bewitchment, Xu Yan's hand pinching the dumplings became harder and harder, he nodded fiercely, and said: "I understand, this world is the world of cannibalism, if you want to live, you have to eat human flesh, chop people, wrap them into dumplings, make them into broth, one bite at a time, one bowl at a time!"

Burst!

A cook who had just taken a sip of dumpling soup squirted out, and the other cooks who were chewing on the meat filling also became more and more unpleasant, and the more they listened, the more disgusting they became, and two of them had already spit out all the dumplings in their mouths.

"You're a pig! teach you to kill, who the hell taught you to eat human flesh!"

The fat chef swallowed the dumplings in his mouth with nausea, and waved his hand: "Go, go, get out of the way, you pig brain, disgusting to death." ”

For a half-old child, no one cares, a few cooks scolded a few words and then chatted about something else, some people are talking about Sister Hua in the Qinglou in Changning Town, and some people are talking about today's business and the old man's family who escaped, for the steel knife and the startled horse that flew out, no one thought of it at all.

It's no wonder that who would have thought that a teenage Taoist would have such a delicate technique like a hundred steps through the Yang.

Xu Yan, who was driven to the side, scratched his head, still wrapped his dumplings carefully, Zhang He next to him ignored him, busy with himself, and later saw that Xu Yan's speed of making dumplings was not fast, and he was careful and good-looking, like ingots, so Zhang He picked up the pot of dumplings wrapped by Xu Yan, greeted the fat chef, and sent them to the courtyard of the three village owners.

The three family members naturally eat better than the minions, even if they are all dumplings, they have to pick the good ones and send them first.

After half a day of busyness, all the people in the entire Yuanshan cottage were full of wine and food, and the back kitchen was also assigned a jar of spirits, but there was no Xu Yan's share, the fat chef held the wine jar and didn't let go, no one could ask for it.

In Yuanshanzhai, as long as the fist is big enough, you can be a head taller, there are no rules and order here, and force represents everything.

In the evening, Xu Yan was arranged in Zhang He's room, since Zhang He was in charge of monitoring him and was Xu Yan's passerby, within three months, the two would not want to separate.

Zhang He's room is not big, but it is also cleaned up, anyway, Xu Yan is thin and small, and sleeping does not take much space, but Zhang He still asked worriedly: "You don't snore when you sleep, do you?" ”

"Don't fight, don't fight. Xu Yan hurriedly waved his hand: "I grind my teeth and never snore." ”