The little monk went out with wine, and by the way, let the rest of his life write the accounts.

"Still keep accounts?" the monk does not fast, and he is a little unaccustomed to it for the rest of his life.

"Master said that you can't take the things in the inn for nothing, you still have to pay the bill. The little monk said.

Yu Sheng was immediately impressed by the old monk, "He is worthy of being a monk." ”

In this way, regular fasting will not be disliked. The little monk said.

The rest of your life retracts what you just said.

The little monk grinned, "Master picked a lot of camellia, and sent it to his brother to settle the account after it was dried." ”

"Camellia?" Yu Sheng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly beckoned the little monk to come back, "One jar of wine is not enough, so you have to have two jars." ”

Camellia is very precious, and the father of the youngest grandson sacrificed his life for camellia because he was moved by the high price of camellia.

Camellia is the most wonderful in the deep mountains and old forests, and it is a wonderful product that can not be found.

Now the old monk wants to settle the account with camellia, and of course he can't ask for it for the rest of his life.

The little monk didn't fall for him, and ran out of the inn smartly.

As soon as Yu Sheng turned around, the little monk poked his head out again, "Brother Sheng'er, what about her?"

"Who?" the rest of his life was confused.

"That's it, that's it. The little monk hesitated, opened his mouth to the rest of his life, and acted like a tiger biting a man.

"Oh, oh," Yu Sheng suddenly said, "she's in the medicine garden." ”

He said, "Didn't your master say 'Those who come near will be bitten to death', so you must not come close?"

"I'll just ask, ask. The little monk touched his bare head and smiled slightly, and retracted his head.

Aunt Qing wondered, "What will be bitten to death, what kind of dumb riddle are you playing?"

"A terrible kind of youkai. "The rest of my life has something to say.

Aunt Qing didn't bother to ask, "What kind of liquor do you want to make?"

"Cannon lights. ”

"Cannon lights?" Aunt Qing frowned slightly, "What a strange name." ”

It's weird, and the ghost doesn't know where the system pulled out the brewing recipe.

The reason why Yu Sheng chose it is because both the merit value of brewing and the raw materials are extremely cheap.

In the previous life, the "cannon light" used dried yams, and the system believed that the use of bitter potatoes in the great wilderness had the same effect.

For this reason, Fang Zi deliberately charged an extra ten points of merit value on the original price.

Bitter potatoes are a wild vegetable that grows on the sandy soil near the lake and is brewed with its rhizomes.

Only when there is really nothing to eat, the villagers use bitter potatoes to satisfy their stomachs, because potatoes are as their name suggests, too bitter, comparable to Coptis chinensis.

The cannon brewed with bitter potatoes is lit up, only talking about the momentum, not the aftertaste, and the taste is not good.

In this way, Aunt Qing is afraid that she will be disappointed.

The rest of his life didn't realize how terrible it was to disappoint Aunt Qing who had expectations.

There was a commotion outside the door, and Yu Sheng poked his head out curiously.

The fox sat on a stool, and the villagers gathered around him.

The fifth grandmother was the oldest, and everyone let her go to the front, "Does it really know about the past?"

"Hmm. The little monk nodded.

"I lost ten cents last year, do you ask it where it went?" said the fifth grandmother.

The little monk asked the fox.

The raccoon was drinking beautifully, leaving behind all the embarrassment and fear of falling into the water.

"Tie me, huh, get down. The fox burped and said vaguely.

The fifth grandmother looked at the little monk.

Although the little monk is not the second brother-in-law, he can't figure it out, so he can only ask for help from the little grandson with his eyes.

Aunt Ma held her little grandson in her arms and sat across the table, looking at the fox with mixed tastes.

The little grandson said, "Under the bed." ”

The fox felt like a confidant, and stretched out his furry hand to hand the wine to his little grandson, but was slapped down by Aunt Ma.

This man has now become a good friend, and the little grandson no longer mistakes him for his father, but he is still very close.

The fifth grandmother got the answer and took small steps back to look for it.

The others were about to ask, but Baozi's father pushed everyone away and squeezed in.

"Where did my son hide his money?" he asked.

He felt that the bun still had money hidden. This kid is a thief and will never hide his money in one place.

"Don't say it, don't say it. "Baozi originally sat on a small branch to watch the excitement, but he didn't expect his father to have this hand.

"Go to the nest. "This raccoon doesn't drink well, and it's drunk and shaking.

"Going to the nest?" Baozi's father couldn't turn his mind for a while, because the town often called dogs and cats estrus as nesting.

Could it be that the bun is precocious and knows that he has saved money to marry his mother bun?

"Kennel. The little grandson said with a grin.

Baozi jumped off the tree and ran home, and Baozi's father chased after him.

Others were inspired to ask what had been left behind, or where their money had been hidden.

Only Li Zheng asked the most fresh and refined, he asked the fox, "Where is my money hidden?"

"West Temple, uncle. Said the raccoon.

Without waiting for the little grandson to answer, Lizheng's daughter-in-law is already educating Lizheng, "Hide a money, and you still hide your Ximiao uncle's ......"

Ximiao is a small town outside Yangzhou, named after a temple.

"Nonsense, I haven't been there for a long time. Rizheng said.

"Temple, in clothes. The little grandson said.

Li Zheng remembered that he donated some torn clothes to the old monk.

The little monk paused, "I didn't see it, I'll go back and look for it." ”

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, what questions are you asking. The rest of your life squeezed them away, "How can such a supernatural power ask you such mundane things." ”

The rest of his life stood in front of the fox.

As soon as the raccoon touches the wine, life and death can be put aside, and of course he is not afraid of the rest of his life at this time.

"Where is my notebook?" asked Yu Sheng.

That book was written by him in simplified Chinese characters in his previous life, not only with the guidance of the later ones, but also with his years of research results.

For example, don't go to the weeds when you pee, otherwise you will be bitten by a bug, and you will have five limbs that will stand tall for three days at a young age.

At the same time, he pointed out that the fresh stew of tree mushrooms and chicken broth has a fishy flavor.

There is also a profound, he argues the relationship between the two full moons and the tides, and the answer is no.

I don't know where he stuffed this book later.

The fox shook his head, not knowing how to describe the place, so he could only say, "Go." ”

"Dog?" for the rest of his life, he was confused, what was the matter with the dog.

"Found it, found it, True Spirit. The fifth grandmother shouted in the distance holding ten cents.

Everyone became active all of a sudden, and the blacksmith pushed the rest of his life, "Hurry up and leave after asking." ”

"There's one more, and one more. "The rest of his life struggled, and the blacksmith could only put him down.

"Who of them owes me money for drink?" asked Yu Sheng, pointing to the person behind him.

"Go. The villagers worked together to push him out.

"Be a thief. Yu Sheng glanced at the villagers, shook his sleeves, and called out the dog.

"Book. The rest of his life gestured to the dog.

The dog squatted on the ground, wagging his tail and looking at the rest of his life, looking dazed.

"Aren't you usually very smart?" Yu Sheng taught the dog a lesson, and saw a carriage running from the east side of the town.

The dog continued to pretend to be innocent, and also stuck out his tongue and licked the palm of the rest of his hand.

The rest of the life ignored it, as the carriage soon stopped in front of the inn.

The cart was drawn by a sturdy horse, with luxurious ornaments, and the charioteers wore clothes made of the finest fabric.

The servant who was driving the car lifted the curtain and walked out of a maid first.

She glanced at everyone, was stunned when she saw the fox, and then poked her head into the carriage and whispered.

The person in the car didn't know what to say, the maid lowered her eyebrows, and reached out to help a middle-aged woman out.

Seeing the woman's dress, the rest of his life couldn't help but sink his heart.

Because she was wearing a Wuzhu silk gown and carrying a signature oil-paper umbrella in her hand.