Xiong Ah Mei bent down to look at the thin layer of rice at the bottom of the stone jar, and was taken aback: "There is so little food? ”

Hurriedly leaned over, gathered the remaining rice at the bottom of the rice bowl with his hands, cleaned up four or five small handfuls of rice, thought about it, and put back two handfuls.

Looking at the rice bowl that was obviously not enough rice, he hesitated for a moment, then leaned over and grabbed a handful from the rice bowl and put it in the rice bowl.

sighed, put away the sorrowful lines on his brows, went to the eaves to get some dried goods to dry, plus the wild vegetables he picked himself yesterday, and barely made a fairly hearty breakfast to express his mother's joy.

At the breakfast table, a few children were addicted to eating, and the adults were holding the rice soup with clear bottoms, and their hearts were full of tastes.

After the meal, Lao Dao found a piece of burlap that was still white from his mother, and wrote on both sides of the white cloth with carbon ash: Criticize yin and yang and break the five elements, look at the sun and moon in the palm; Measure the wind and water to survey the Liuhe, and take the sleeve.

In the middle of the white cloth is: Taoist authenticity; The following are written in small characters: Look at the feng shui yin and yang house, exorcise ghosts and demons, and calculate the future and fate.

Then fix it with a branch, make a white cloth, and shake it in your hand and go down the mountain.

The martial idiot was even more straightforward, with a bare arm and a short stick with eyebrows.

This is the rhythm of breaking boulders in the chest, but I don't know how many aunts and aunts will look at his chest that is no longer smooth and full of orange peel.

Even the old taro crept over and asked if he wanted him to go back and continue to collect the rags.

My mother took my sister and me and the four little girls to pick wild vegetables early.

In order to speed up, my sister put me on a flat hillside, sat alone in the grass, stretched out her arms and legs, and the feeling of being able to move was so good that Mu Kangping couldn't help but climb on the ground.

Well? No difficulty!

After a while, he climbed fast, his skin became very flexible, and he was not afraid of the scratching of the weeds at all, and there was no scar on his body after climbing for a while.

Trying to stand up? It's not difficult either! It's just that the legs are a little short, and you can't walk fast on the ground where weeds are raw.

But Mu Kangping was already very happy, and couldn't help shouting: "Mom and sister, I can walk!" ”

This call made my mother and sister cry with joy, hugged each other and celebrated, and the four little girls also clapped their hands, no one cared, I just woke up and could talk and walk.

My recovery made my mother and sister more motivated, and before noon, I filled the bags I had brought with me.

When we got home, my mother washed and dried the vegetables she had picked up, and we children laughed, jumped, and chased in the yard, and finally attracted our mothers who had finished cleaning up the housework.

From the afternoon, the people who went out in the morning came back one after another, and the first to come back was the old Taoist priest Changchun.

When this old way set out, he looked like a dignified and worldly master, and he was as coquettish as he looked, and as many waves as he looked.

When I came back, my hat was crooked, my fan was lost, and my crumpled robe was covered with rotten eggs mixed with rotten vegetable leaves.

Only the goat-like beard under his jaw is still clean, stubbornly stretched out in the air and messy in the wind, just like Lao Dao's mood at this time.

The old taro also came back in the evening with the spiritual teeth, and the harvest was not bad, and he dug up a few atractylodes (mountain spirits) and a few pieces of old melon and garlic (Banxia) on the mountain.

Although it can't be eaten as a meal, it can also be exchanged for a lot of money in the pharmacy at the bottom of the mountain.

The most stable old monk and martial idiot, but today he has been missing for a long time, and his mother is very worried when he sees that the sky is getting dark.

After the meal was cooked, he took the children and waited at the door with the air death lamp, until it was completely dark, and then he saw the martial idiot dragging the stick and appearing at the door with an unconscious half-grown child on his back.

With the help of everyone, the unconscious little boy was helped, and the old monk hurriedly thanked him.

"Bald, how's it going? Is there a catch? Lao Dao didn't appreciate it, and jumped out and asked.

"Alas! Shame on you! Let's see how this little friend is doing? ”

Lao Dao took the child's wrist for a while and said, "There's no problem, it's just that I'm hungry and faint, just pour rice soup in a while." ”

The mother put down the air lamp in her hand, wiped her hands on her apron, and said, "You carry him into the house first, and I'll cook some gruel." ”

Lao Dao looked at his mother's back, and the dissatisfied old monk said: "Bald, I didn't mean you, if you don't find food, forget it, why did you bring back a drag oil bottle?" ”

"After a day on the street, there were few audiences, let alone people to give me tips, this kid accompanied me for a day, and he was the only guest who gave me a tip.

After closing the stall, I saw that it was still early, so I went to Huayuan, who knew that I met a small guest who was unconscious on the ground halfway, and went to several clinics and hospitals, all of which were rejected due to lack of precious gold, so I looked for you to have some medical skills, and I carried him back for you to see, so it is also a human life, isn't it? ”

"Alas! It's all hard-working people, forget it, let's build a small bed in our room, and from tomorrow I will also go up the mountain to collect medicine, I don't believe it, with my decades of rich medical experience, it can't compare to a white-necked old man? Lao Dao looked at the obviously malnourished child with a face like gold paper.

Although today's harvest is not satisfactory, but they are all experienced and free and easy people, it does not affect the mood, the dinner table is still very lively, everyone is chatting about today's harvest, laughing at each other's troubles.

Speaking of me, I was less than five years old, and I was suddenly able to climb and run in a day, and the magic of clear and coherent language expression attracted everyone's amazement, and from time to time I praised me as a prodigy who had not been born for a hundred years, and my mother and sister laughed from ear to ear, and they were happy.

After the meal, the old taro also joined in the fun and pulled the four girls and said: "The four girls have a hard life, I don't have a father and mother since I was a child, I don't have a culture, and now I'm almost thirteen years old, and I don't have a big name, I've always been the big girl, the second girl, the third girl, and the fourth girl. ”

"How can it be done, he's so young, where will he be named?" The mother waved her hand again and again and refused, but on her smiling face, she could see that the old lady was in a very good mood.

In the midst of the coaxing of the Chinese people, my mother had to pick me up and say let me try.

Of course, Mu Kangping will not have stage fright, and said to everyone on the spot: "The master of the heart is the spiritual seedling of all things, the root of the change of the four images, if the heart is different, there is a miracle ability, and if it is wasted, it will hurt one's body."

The four sisters have a bad heart, insufficient blood supply, and malnutrition, resulting in weakness and weakness, and the body of sixteen is not as strong as that of eleven or twelve-year-old children.

The eldest sister has a delicate heart, strong thinking, good at communication, good at communication, not easy to be confused by foreign objects, can perceive and deal with complex things, and can get the word 'Long'.

The second sister has a combination of rigidity and softness, Ren Xia is elegant, has both affection and courage, and has broken out in parallel with staying power, and is born with courage and freedom, and can get a 'sword' word.

The third sister is as good as an orchid, with a dignified temperament, a gentle and considerate personality, and a natural affinity, which can get the word 'wisdom'.

The fourth sister has a firm intention, a delicate mind, and a different fragrance in her body, so she can get the word 'Dan'.

Linglong, Lingjian, Linghui, and Lingdan, all of them are the delicate sons of the sky and the dragons and phoenixes among people. ”

"Good!" Everyone praised in unison, and they all applauded.

It was night, Lao Dao and Wu Idiot closed the door tightly, sat opposite each other, and looked at each other affectionately.

"Bald, have you noticed anything unusual about this child? It's so wicked! ”

"Why didn't you find out, our changes are the biggest proof!"

"yes, isn't it surprising that he's so clever compared to what happened to us?"

"That? Did we do it? ”

"Please!"

"You please!"

"Or you please first!"

"Elders first, you first!"

"You're welcome, you do it first!"

"You ......"

At this time, the unconscious young man next to him woke up and looked at the two bad old men curiously, one holding a wine glass and humbling each other, but no one would drink first.

couldn't help but speak: "Great monk, what are you polite around the night pot and holding a wine glass?" ”

"Poof——!

Lao Dao, who was swallowing a mouthful of boy urine, was suddenly startled by this sudden sound.

The pale yellow liquid in his mouth spewed out uncontrollably from the mouth of the old road, and soon the misty water vapor spread in the room, and the air was filled with a strange smell.

"What a big smell, which of you wet the bed?"

"Shut up!"

Two loud shouts came at the same time, and the poor boy was shocked and fainted as soon as he woke up.