Check the "five years of the main road" again, except for showing "1169 A.D., the fifth year of the year of Jichou, the fifth year of the Song Xiaozong Zhao Tuan", there is actually nothing! Why don't you give me a list of major historical events?

Deleted, deleted, deleted! What a broken thing, cheating money and cheating feelings!

Zhao Xiang's finger stayed on the APP for a long time, and finally he was reluctant to delete it - no matter how much water it was bought with real money, keep it, anyway, the memory of the mobile phone is infinite, what if some of the words in it are relatively perfect? Silently put away the mobile phone, took the pu fan and fanned a few handfuls of wind, countless sparks splashed in the stove, and the pale yellow tongue of fire licked the bottom of the pot.

"With such a big bargain, what else is there to be angry about?" Chunyang didn't know when he stood behind Zhao Xiang.

"You're so old, can you be so elusive?"

Chunyang stroked his long beard and looked for food on the stove, not for himself, but for prosperity.

Zhang Wen came out of the house and saw Wangcai eating a large plate of leftovers from noon, and he was half distressed. There was his favorite cola chicken wings, and seeing Wangcai crushing the bones was even more uncomfortable than biting him.

"Dao Chief, it's too wasteful to give such a good meal to the dog." Zhang Wen said without pain.

Chunyang didn't answer him, but looked at Zhao Xiang: "Do you think it's a waste?" ”

Zhao Xiang shook his head: "It's not a waste at all, Zhang Wen, you think it's a dog, then you're wrong." You thought it was a good meal, then you are wrong again. Isn't it? ”

Wangcai raised his head and whimpered, and then buried his head in eating again. Probably accompanied the old Taoist priest in the crypt all day long and starved.

Chunyang picked up the paperwork that was thrown on the ground, glanced at it and asked, "You are still registered?" ”

"If you don't have a household registration, you're a black household."

Chunyang said: "First-class households? Five years of dry road? ”

Zhao Xiang asked, "Is there any problem?" "I'm a little drumming in my heart, and I don't know what kind of doors are in this class, so don't suffer a secret loss.

Chunyang said: "It's nothing, it's just to pay more money and taxes, and it's okay." It's not too much to set your age at this year, fifteen years old and sixteen years old is just right. He changed the subject: "When will those people bring the timber?" ”

Zhao Xiang felt that Chen Zhisi must have a stammering meaning in setting his age, fifteen years old? What are you kidding, just because you are tender? Or is it because he received his own money? No matter, anyway, age doesn't seem to matter in this era, who has nothing to do with his ID card to run, take 10,000 steps back, it's okay to report a little, in case he believes it in the future, he won't be disgusted by people who are too old.

However, Chunyang seemed to value those woods very much, so he asked: "Dao Chief, why do you want those woods, are they all precious wood?" ”

"It's about precious."

Zhao Xiang was puzzled: "About?" You're not sure, but why, wasn't your original dream to be a Taoist priest, but a carpenter? ”

Chunyang stroked the sky and entered the master mode again: "Because you lack wood in the five elements." "Be concise.

This Taoist priest also looks at fortune telling? Didn't you say before that you usually go down the mountain and go to the city to see a doctor, do you still work part-time as a fortune teller? Zhao Xiang was a little uneasy: "When I was a child, my parents asked someone to see it, and they didn't say that I lacked anything in the five elements, but the gentleman said that my life was mediocre and disaster-free......

"That's your world, maybe the qi path between heaven and earth is different, and the life of the same person will be different. I don't know how it's on your side, it's ...... over there. Use these timbers to build the villa you want, and it will be beneficial and harmless. ”

The old Taoist priest stood in the sunset, his body was covered with a layer of golden light, and even his hair and beard were covered with a layer of halo, and his image was too elegant, and no one believed him if he was not a master. Zhao Xiang suddenly felt that he had met a parallel fortune teller when he was a child, but it seemed to be the same reason, he used to listen to the old man when he was watching TV and commented on those stars with huge fortunes and said: "This person looks like a poor and sour life, how can he still be rich?" ”

Following his tenet of preferring to believe in what he has and not what he doesn't, Zhao Xiang asked, "Then what do you say about my life?" ”

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard in the breeze: "Don't say it, don't say it, don't think about it, the old Taoist is hungry!" Hurry up and get your meal ready! ”

Stick! Zhao Xiang scolded in his heart, but said: "If you don't say it earlier, I will ask them to send the wood to the entrance of Wutian Village at the foot of the mountain tomorrow, and almost give it to the villagers of Wutian to build a ......house."

"Nonsense! These four wildernesses are all barren forests, and you think I'm going to waste a condition on your part for some ordinary goods? Where is not timber for the villagers to build houses? Monkey business! ”

Seeing that Lao Dao was serious, Zhao Xiang's heart blossomed: it seems that those woods must be precious wood, and they may not be worse than the two offering tables, otherwise Lao Dao would not be so attentive. The villa planning in my mind was corrected, and I decided to no longer use the steel structure, but the wood and stone structure, so that the pastoral flavor is stronger, tsk, if you take the red sandalwood to build a house, how magnificent it must be, think about it is very happy.

The sun is blocked by the sunset, the sky and the earth are crimson, the beauty is beautiful, but the mosquitoes are rampant, the terrible thing is that there are all big mosquitoes here, a big bag in one mouthful. Zhao Xiang cooked a pot of porridge and sprayed half a bottle of flower water, but it was useless. So he walked into the main hall to get mosquito coils, but saw Zhao Di sitting quietly under the medicine rack in a daze.

"Why are you stunned? Aren't you afraid of mosquitoes? ”

"Mr. Zhao, I'm ......" Zhao Di wanted to say goodbye.

Zhao Xiang leaned over, squatted down and said, "I'm sad to say a few words?" I didn't scold you, I just told you not to cry all the time over those trivial things. Hurry up and get out, the mosquitoes here are too fierce, you are already thin, this mosquito will not make up for it if you eat more, go out quickly, help me look at the pot of porridge, don't boil out. ”

As soon as Zhao Di came out, the originally dim hall suddenly lit up. The temple was as bright as day.

When Zhang Wen saw such an unusual light, he rushed in: "Wow, it's so bright!" Mr. Zhao, what kind of treasure is this? ”

"This ...... It's an electric light. Zhao Xiang wanted to say "LED lights", but he didn't think there was any need to complicate the problem, so he replied casually.

"Electric light? Is it also oil-burning? How can it be so bright? If you look closely, you will be blind. Zhang Wen stroked the LED light row, saying that it was too bright, but he didn't mind looking at it directly.

Zhao Xiang didn't want to answer this question, because if he did, he probably wouldn't be able to explain all the physics he had learned, and the pathetic liberal arts student said, "You will naturally understand it when you read some books in the future." Help me put this bamboo pole up. ”

Outside, it was finally completely dark, and several people moved the stove into the house. Four plates of smokeless mosquito coils were lit in the main hall, which was able to keep the crazy mosquitoes out of the main hall. These mosquitoes will be active until the second half of the night, when the dew is heavy and they can't fly.

The white rice porridge in the small steel pot was prepared for himself, and as for the other people's dinner, Zhao Xiang decided to fry the steak.

It's a simple job, marinate the steak and put it on a plate, boil six pieces of instant noodles, pour in the mushroom meat sauce and mix well, and blanch a few slices of lettuce...... Each large plate is accompanied by a pair of chopsticks and a knife, although it is nondescript, but the aroma is compelling.

The three of them started one by one, the chopsticks replaced the forks, and they were also used freely, while Zhao Xiang drank white rice porridge with pickles alone, and the four people at the table ate silently.

Zhao Di wanted to speak several times, but finally spoke: "Dao Chief, Mr. Zhao...... After eating, my brother and I will go down the mountain and go home, now that my brother's matter is solved, it is not very convenient for us to live here, and Mr. Zhao doesn't even have a place to sleep...... Thank you for taking care of our siblings these days. ”