readx;? Seeing Fang Xiaowu's eyebrows dancing and saying, Miao Zhen's eyes widened, and Ai Ai said, "But, it's ......."

Fang Xiaowu saw that Miao Zhen was struggling, as if there was something unspeakable, he felt a little strange, and asked, "But what is it?"

Miao Zhen thought for a while and said, "Let's not talk about this matter for now, I'll take you to live with the other party now." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

When Fang Xiaowu saw it, he became more and more suspicious, but Miao Zhen didn't say it, and he couldn't help it.

The two of them came out of the hall and walked towards where Fang Xiaowu lived.

"Ah, Childe, I forgot to ask you, I don't know your honorable name. ”

"My name is Fang Xiaowu. ”

"Fang Xiaowu, could it be that Gongzi is a member of the Fang family. ”

"No, there are so many surnames in the world, I'm just a foreigner. ”

"Oh, I see. ”

......

The next morning, just after dawn, Miaozhen came to Fang Xiaowu's door and knocked on the door.

Fang Xiaowu had already been mentally prepared, and as soon as he heard the knock on the door, he immediately got up.

Before he could freshen up, Fang Xiaowu was taken to a mill by Miaozhen.

I saw Miaozhen pointing to the grinding stone and said with a smile: "Master Fang, Master wants to eat noodles at noon, you have to grind the flour before noon, and I will cook the noodles for Master to eat." By the way, Master said that when grinding noodles, you can't do good work, otherwise the noodles won't taste good. ”

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile: "It's easy." ”

He originally thought that he was a martial saint, even if he didn't have luck, let alone a mere grinding stone, even a small mountain, he could still push it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got started, he didn't push the grinding stone, and his smile suddenly froze.

Miaozhen stood aside and watched, with a strange expression.

At this moment, even if Miao Zhen didn't explain, Fang Xiaowu knew that working in Baiyun Temple was not easy at all.

No wonder Miao Zhen is worried that he can't bear it, just grinding noodles, he didn't succeed when he first got started, it can be seen that this job is not easy to do at all.

Of course, Fang Xiaowu didn't think that he couldn't even deal with a grinding stone, and gradually increased his strength, but the grinding stone seemed to be deliberately against him, and never moved.

A moment later, Fang Xiaowu used all his strength to push the grinding stone, and there was already a faint sweat on his face.

Miao Zhen shook his head and said, "Master Fang, if you continue like this, you may not be able to grind a bowl of noodles until dark, I will go and tell the master not to embarrass you." ”

Fang Xiaowu hurriedly said, "Don't go." Listen to your tone, you used to grind noodles every day, didn't you?"

"yes. ”

"Then you show me, and I'll try to learn it. ”

"Good. ”

After Fang Xiaowu retreated, Miaozhen went up, although it was a little difficult, but the movements were much faster than Fang Xiaowu, and it was soon three laps.

Fang Xiaowu thought that Miao Zhen had some trick up his sleeve when he was grinding noodles, so he looked at it carefully.

When Miao Zhen retreated, Fang Xiaowu went up to grind for a while, but he just moved, and he obviously learned to paint a gourd and grind it according to Miao Zhen's appearance, why didn't it work?

This is too evil!

"Fang Gongzi, it seems that you really can't, I ......"

"Don't go, I don't believe I can't do it!"

Fang Xiaowu thought of what Miao Zhen could do if he didn't know martial arts, if he couldn't do it, he would laugh off his big teeth, and he didn't ask what was strange in the grinding stone, gritted his teeth, worked hard, and pushed it sweating, so he barely pushed the grinding stone half a circle.

I saw Miaozhen nodding and said with a smile: "In this case, you should be able to grind the noodles before noon." Fang Gongzi, I'm out, you grind slowly. ”

With that, he turned and walked out.

An hour later, Fang Xiaowu was sweating profusely, if he wasn't strong-willed, he would have laid down a long time ago, but he didn't want to admit defeat, no matter how hard he worked, he still insisted on grinding.

However, he was thinking in his heart: "******, that old man with a bull's nose is very particular, if you want to eat noodles at noon, can you eat something else, I am about to fall apart."

Another hour later, Miaozhen walked in, looked at the situation, and nodded, "Almost." ”

As soon as he heard this, Fang Xiaowu immediately put down his work and lay on the ground, too tired to work.

After only one meal, without waiting for Fang Xiaowu to recover, Miao Zhen returned to the mill, saw that Fang Xiaowu was still lying on the ground, turned around and left.

"Wait. Fang Xiaowu got up from the ground and said forcefully: "If there is any other work, leave it to me, I can still do it." ”

"Young Master Fang, you look like this......"

"Needless to say, let's go, take me. ”

So, Miaozhen took Fang Xiaowu out of the mill.

And after Fang Xiaowu got out of the mill, every step he took, he felt that his whole body was like pressing a hundred-mile mountain, no matter how much he exercised, he couldn't get rid of this feeling.

I finally came to the backyard of Baiyun Temple, and saw a field in front of me, one acre in size, and the soil in the field was gray.

Just on the edge of the field, there is a special device, like a canal, that extends through a pipe into a jar.

Miaozhen stretched out his hand and pointed to the field, and the other party smiled and said: "This land is called a tea field, and it can be made into a kind of tea mud ......."

Fang Xiaowu shouted, "Don't talk this nonsense, what should I do?"

Miao Zhen said: "You take off your shoes and socks, enter the tea field, and run without being able to exercise." ”

"And then?"

"Then as long as you run out of three tea purees, it's all over. ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"yes. ”

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu immediately took off his shoes and socks and entered the tea field, feeling very warm, and couldn't help laughing: "What's in this tea field?"

Miao Zhen said: "There is a drug. ”

"Medicine?" Fang Xiaowu was stunned.

Suddenly, he felt an indescribable itch on the soles of his feet, as if there were 10,000 ants crawling on the soles of his feet.

Seeing his strange face, Miao Zhen knew what was going on, and shouted: "Young Master Fang, you run, this medicine can only be dissolved by running." ”

So, Fang Xiaowu ran wild in the tea field.

Although he didn't have luck, his speed was also very fast, but no matter how fast his speed was, he couldn't get rid of the itch under his feet, and he almost ran out of the tea field several times, not wanting to endure this unbearable torture.

However, according to Miaozhen, that kind of medicine is extremely powerful, and Fang Xiaowu really wants to run out of the tea field, which is tantamount to abandoning all the previous efforts, and the only way to crack it is to keep running in the tea field until he feels no longer itchy.

An hour later, Fang Xiaowu was so tired that he couldn't do it.

However, the itch under the soles of the feet is still very uncomfortable, and only by constantly running can I make myself better psychologically.

Two hours later, Fang Xiaowu finally ran out of a tea puree.

And the tea puree didn't know how it was formed, but it rolled into the jar through the pipe.

Gradually, it got dark.

Miaozhen cooked a meal for the master, served it to the master, and after the master finished eating, he took the bowl back and cleaned it, and then came to the backyard to see what kind of results Fang Xiaowu had achieved.

"Fang Gongzi, no, there is still only one tea puree. Miao Zhen glanced at the jar and shook her head helplessly.

Fang Xiaowu has been working since he got up until dark, his face has not been washed, and when he heard that there was only one tea puree, he suddenly had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

I knew that Baiyunguan's life was so difficult, so I didn't want to do it.

However, he is not the kind of person who gives up halfway, unless he is really tired and can't even stand up, otherwise, he will definitely continue to work.

In the middle of the night, Fang Xiaowu finally completed the task and ran out of three tea purees.

Strange to say, after the third tea puree came out, Fang Xiaowu began to feel that the soles of his feet gradually stopped itching.

After soaking his feet in a special potion, Fang Xiaowu lay on the bed, not thinking about anything, just wanting to sleep well.

But he knew that he would have to get up at dawn and run to the mill to grind noodles, and it was only two hours before dawn.

He not only sighed: What kind of life is this, it is bitter and tired, worse than cattle and horses.