"Uncle Shi. ”

"Huh?"

"Say, what are we going to do with our studies?"

"There are many uses for reading!"

"I can't be an official. And I already know a lot of words! I think it's enough!"

"You're doing it the other way around. We are literate for the sake of reading, but reading is not for the sake of literacy. Words are a tool, but not an end. Our purpose is to gain other people's life experiences and insights through reading. Of course, there are also many conclusions, knowledge, and experiences that others have come up with after hard work. ”

"Uncle Shi, will you eat one?"

"Okay...... Well, it's really delicious. ”

"Then I'll give you another one. ”

"Thank you! Ao Chun, you are so good. ”

"Hey...... Uncle Shi, do you want to stay and eat? The rice I cooked is delicious!"

"Oh, stay and eat, don't you need your grandfather's consent?"

“...... Grandpa never said you weren't allowed to stay and eat!"

"Also...... Yes, well, I'll stay and eat. Are you going to get something delicious?"

"I can only cook, but my grandfather makes stewed chicken!

"Yes, then let's go to Grandpa Shi later, and see if he is willing to make a meal." ”

"Great! I'll go to Grandpa right away......"

“......”

On the steps in front of the corridor, Ao Chun patted his ass and got up and ran into the hall, Zhou Ang rubbed his legs, turned his head back with a smile - hearing the conversation inside, he also jumped up and turned into the hall.

It was nearly noon, and it was supposed to be time to cook.

Originally, Zhou Ang was going to rest for a while, and he was about to go down the mountain - he practiced all morning today, and the muscles all over his body were sore, and it seemed that even the bones were painful.

This requires him to practice the "breathing method" after he goes back and spends about the time he has copied the entire Diamond Sutra before he can probably be relieved.

However, if he could eat a meal in the temple, he wouldn't mind going back a little late.

Zhou Ang wanted to stay and eat, Zheng Huan had no opinion, but when it came to making stewed chicken, although his throat stirred, he still shook his head, "No, no, we are cultivators, we can't always be so greedy!"

But Zhou Ang stood at the door, and Ao Chun was simply beside him, and both of them watched with disdain.

It only took about two or three seconds for Zheng Huan to compromise, "Hey, why are you so greedy?

He said that it took a lot of work, and Ao Chun didn't say a word, and he had already run to the bookcase to help him study ink.

Zhou Ang was a little curious, and he also looked at it.

Zheng Huan walked to the bookcase, pulled a piece of paper, carefully tore off a long strip, picked up a pen, and wrote on it: A chicken.

After writing, he put away the pen, handed it to Ao Chun, and said, "Go ahead, sprinkle less rice." ”

Ao Chun agreed, happily took the note, ran to the base of the wall and lifted the lid of the rice jar, to grab the rice, but said, "Grandpa, you forgot to buy rice!"

Zhou Ang thought for a while and said, "Why don't I go buy it for you in the afternoon and bring it over early tomorrow morning." ”

Zheng Huan waved his hand, and suddenly took out half a string of green coins from his arms, counted the copper coins I don't know how many at a fast speed, stroked them down, and then walked to the rice cylinder, with a bang, they were all thrown into the rice cylinder, and then covered the lid - at this time, Ao Chun had already grabbed a handful of rice, ran to Zhou Ang's side in a mocking manner, first put the note with "a chicken" written on it on the ground, and then sprinkled the rice on it.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement, Ao Chun said "oh", picked up the note, shook his hand, the note spontaneously combusted without fire, and then he threw the burning note down.

The note burned out quickly, leaving only ashes.

Suddenly, there was one less grain of rice, and another one less - they disappeared one after another at a speed that was clearly visible to the naked eye, and Zhou Ang was dumbfounded.

A handful of rice, only a few dozen grains, was soon eaten to the last few grains, and when the last grain was gone, suddenly, a pheasant with a red crest appeared in the place where the rice grains disappeared.

The chicken should have been stunned for a moment, so Ao Chun pounced on it and grabbed it.

If it reacts again, it's useless.

Ao Chun smiled and said, "If you eat my rice, you will naturally be eaten by me." This is in line with what the grandfather said about the way of heaven...... Isn't it?"

"Hmm...... But after all, it's a trick! Not enough, not enough!"

Ao Chuncai didn't care if it was enough to take it, and went out with the chicken.

Zhou Ang glanced at Ao Chun, but finally chose to go to the root of the wall, lifted the lid and took a look—the rice had indeed bottomed out, but the copper coin was still there.

So he said, "Uncle Shi, you haven't bought your rice yet?"

Zheng Huan said: "Oh, the price has risen......"

As he spoke, he sighed, took out two copper coins from his arms, paced them, clanged twice, and threw them into the rice jar - the cylinder head was still in Zhou Ang's hand, and he watched the copper coins at the bottom of the cylinder disappear in an instant, and watched almost at the same time, the rice with white flowers pouring down.

He smiled and closed the cylinder head.

If you want to say envy, it is really envious, which is much more convenient than online shopping.

However, this hand is not something that can be played by just anyone.

............

The knife in Ao Chun's hand is very skillful.

Zhou Ang was beside him, watching him bring a pot of hot water from the kitchen, boiling hot water, he directly rolled up his sleeves and pressed the pheasant into the water, and began to shed his hair - his hand stretched out into the boiling water, and even his complexion did not change.

Bloodletting, dehairing, disemboweling, washing, and a chicken quickly cleaned up.

Then the water was poured out, and the chicken was handed over to Uncle Zheng Huan, who brushed the pot and put it back, then turned around and went to wash rice.

How Uncle Zheng Huan concocted this chicken, let's not talk about it, just Ao Chun's cooking, Zhou Ang has watched it several times, and he hasn't gotten tired of it until now - scoop up the washed rice, add appropriate water, put it in the pot, cover it, and he just stood upright and said to the pot: "Ao! I order! Raw rice is cooked rice!"

The aroma of rice comes out right away.

Lift the lid and the hot and fine rice is ready.

It's too provincial.

But Ao Chun used this spell, although so far, he has actually only learned this one spell, but it will be better than nothing, and it will be counted as one.

The usage and tricks of the mantra, Uncle Zheng also said, what to learn, once you master the trick, it is logical, but this kind of unique spell, communicating the aura of heaven and earth for oneself, is really not easy to master, not to mention that Zhou Ang is still in the initial stage, usually he secretly practices it himself, and it is just a matter of lewdness, and it is still a little far from the real mastery.

............

The chicken is a stewed chicken, with scattered bones and rotten meat, and a fragrant aroma.

The rice is a good rice, the grains are smooth and full, and the entrance is fragrant and glutinous.

After a meal, the chicken bones in one place, the three grandparents and grandchildren were very satisfied.

After a full burp after the meal, Uncle Zheng hesitated for a long time, and finally took out some copper coins from his arms and threw them into his wine gourd, but what Zhou Ang heard was still not the sound of copper coins falling into the gourd, but a sound of water.

............

I've been there a lot of times, and I'm really familiar with the door.

Seeing that it was Zhou Ang with a small burden, the man didn't even ask, and said directly: "It's still in the old place." ”

So Zhou Ang entered the door and went straight to the small courtyard.

Working, receiving certificates, redeeming money, or familiar people, or that set of processes.

Zhou Ang still came out with the newly received paper and ink, and the money had already been put in his arms.

When he came out of the courtyard, there happened to be a maid in the house who bowed her head.

According to the etiquette of this era, Zhou Ang subconsciously lowered his head and did not look at the other party, and waited for the other party to pass before raising his head, but a wisp of fragrance entered his nose, he took a step before he reacted, subconsciously trembled in his heart, and turned back suddenly.

At this moment, the maidservant who had already walked over also suddenly turned around.

The eyes are facing each other.

Zhou Ang's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

She was...... Purple Smoke Slave!

Kitsune!