The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

A genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! After saying this, Gu Zheng actually left behind the Zhu family brothers who were shocked by his own force on the scene, pushing like flying fast The car chuckles up the hillside.

When the two buddies came back to their senses, they could only see a small black spot on Banpo Mountain under the hillside.

At this time, Zhu Chong'er was free from the oppression of Gu Zheng by his side, and he looked up at the mountains with half awe and half worship.

"My brother, do you think that the big brother really has the appearance of an immortal? Can't say, which of the Taoist monks really reincarnated?"

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was on the side, got rid of the confusion on his face, and after a cut, he returned a little loudly: "What are you doing so much?"

"Whether he is a ghost or a god, as long as he does what he says, teach me to read."

"What is superior to others, I, Zhu Chongba, will one day be able to achieve his accomplishments!"

After speaking, it was like angering people, gritted his teeth and pushed the car and walked up.

When this little wheelbarrow walks on the flat ground, it is quite effortless, but once it goes uphill, it starts to struggle.

The second brother of the Zhu family was even more in awe of Gu Zheng's actions as if walking on the ground, and Zhu Yuanzhang's heart was even more unwilling.

After he used the strength of suckling and finally pushed up the slope, he fell on the empty field in front of the warehouse, but only saw Gu Zheng with an indifferent face, copying two dancing bright yellows. His big sleeves quietly watched him in embarrassment.

‘Squeak’

The warehouse door was opened, and Gu Zheng gave way to the entrance and exit: "Bring the grain in."

After speaking, he stopped talking, still kept such a posture, and stayed quietly outside the door.

Zhu Yuanzhang gritted his teeth and carried a bag of Chen rice. When he carried the rice into this mysterious warehouse where no one except Gu Zheng came in, there was only a sound in his heart.

this!

This turned out to be what he thought was the granary of Huangjue Temple, which was full of grains, and the grain in it was about to be eaten up.

It was not until this time that Zhu Yuanzhang immediately understood the meaning of these things Gu Zheng had done at the foot of the mountain.

The world is so difficult that it actually caused a monk to lower his head, which he had never stayed with for the world.

Inexplicably, Zhu Yuanzhang's mood became complicated and unspeakable.

He didn't know why, so he suddenly felt a little more sympathy for this stern brother.

If this world, this world is always a prosperous age where the country is prosperous and the people are strong, can his brother, like a normal monk, devote himself to the Dharma, serve the Buddha, and eventually achieve the status of a generation of eminent monks?

And now, it was buried in this mediocre world for the livelihood of people like them.

Suddenly, Zhu Yuanzhang didn't intend to retaliate against the brother in front of him when he had a flourishing day in the future.

In fact, this big brother did not do too much.

In other words, it is okay to insult others, to insult the other person's personality from the soul, to blow down the confidence of others, and to do punishments such as a baton or a ruler on the body.

The punished brothers just lay on the bed casually for two or three days, and they still haven't died.

...

Thinking about it this way...I'll be better in the future, so I still need to punish me a little bit.

Zhu Yuanzhang was so obsessed, his subordinates put the sacks in the car into it.

Then I saw the big brother at the door, very skillfully hanging six locks, waving his big sleeves, and said: "Go, waiter Zhu Chonger, Zhu Yuanzhang, let me practice calligraphy!"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked down at his left and right hands that were trembling from pushing the cart uphill and carrying the sacks, and muttered in a low voice: "I am a big man, I still want to die!"

have to! Qi dialects are all out.

But even if the villain in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart beat Gu Zheng to and fro, it would have no effect on the real big brother.

He walked to the hall where he did morning classes on weekdays. He slowly knelt down in front of the low table in the middle where he could only kneel, and the string in his hand was carved out of wood. The formed rosary also slowly began to rotate with the movement of his fingers.

When Gu Zheng turned a circle of beads, the two brothers from the Zhu family on the opposite side looked for the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that he had distributed from the back hall. They sat down in a daze.

Gu Zheng understood that in the hearts of these two boys, in the Ohara dynasty, the Southerners of the fourth class like Zhu Yuanzhang would not be allowed to read.

Not only that, but the folk ironware was seized by the imperial court.

Even the rakes used for turning the ground and the scissors at home are almost becoming rationed items. It can be seen how scared this Ohara dynasty is. After the people belonging to the southerners are literate and understandable, they will rebel against them.

Therefore, it is conceivable how rare it is for a kid in the country to have a chance to read.

But even if it is such an opportunity, some people cherish it and others don't.

Gu Zheng's first class only lasted half an hour, and using our current time to calculate it, it was only one hour.

But in the process of just one hour, he knew that Zhu Yuanzhang, his second brother, was not born for learning.

Zhu Yuanzhang has memorized the same twenty characters during this period of time, and has spent much time to master the correct writing posture, and began to practice the calligraphy crookedly.

And his brother didn't even write down ten words.

As for Zhu Chonger himself, he didn't really want to learn.

The life in the temple nowadays is happy enough for the farmers who can eat their food. Spending a lifetime in the temple does not seem to be a difficult life.

In addition, people always have the distinction between dullness and intelligence, and there is no desire in their hearts. Even a saint can't force it.

Ruzi cannot be taught either.

Gu Zheng also let him go.

Originally, his goal at the beginning was not Zhu Chong'er, but in front of him, even if his wrists were trembling with fatigue, he still painted Zhu Yuanzhang enthusiastically over and over again.

It seemed that the first day of his teaching plan was very successful, and the brothers who walked in through the small door of the side hall also successfully diverted Gu Zheng's attention.

"Brother, it's time for dinner."

It's so strange that I didn't even see the big brother in the big kitchen tonight.

Hearing this, Gu Zheng waved his hands to the two people in front of him: "Put the pen to eat. If there is nothing wrong in the future, you can come to this hall to ask me for advice."

"A degree of relaxation is the foundation of learning."

Then, with the appearance of a group of eminent monks, they went to eat.

It was as if the big brother who punished him this afternoon, taught him, and made him think deeply, never cared about them.

This made the suspicious Zhu Yuanzhang hold his head for a long time, until it was time to turn off the lights and go to bed, but he still didn't think of a reason.

Zhu Chong'er, who turned over to bed, didn't have that much thought, but he was stunned by the hard object on the bed.

"Brother, what did you put in the bed?"

"Oh," Zhu Yuanzhang glanced down at the small package in front of him, and then returned indifferently: "The book of basic calligraphy given by Lord Yan."

"Let me see? Big brother said, if I don't want to learn the calligraphy and feel strenuous, I can learn it slowly every day, five words a day, and I will be able to read through the basic books in one year."

"Hey, brother, do you think that Senior Brother is actually a good person. It's just a bit of a poisonous mouth, a bit more brutal."

Hearing Zhu Yuanzhang's ridiculous air-conditioning from his nostrils, he saw that his second brother had curiously opened up the small burden.

"I'm going! There are pancakes!"

In this small package, four vegetable pancakes wrapped in oil paper were lying quietly.

Don't look at it, it's the kind they usually eat on weekdays.

Two of them were a little hard and dry, and the remaining two were still warm and warm. The Zhu family brothers knew that this must be the ration of the big brother.

"Big brother left us, why do you say that big brother left us pancakes?"

"Could it be that this is a reward for helping the temple deliver goods today? Then this big brother is really a fair person, and he can do it like this."

"If the big brother hits me again in the future, I won't hide. It must be because I did something wrong to be beaten."

Zhu Chong'er, who didn't think much at all, picked up the cake in the paper bag and gnawed it. After he gobbled up one of them, he saw the younger brother who had more eyes than donkeys and looked at him carefully. Ichiban: "It's okay?"

"It's okay? What's wrong?"

"That's good, I thought Lord Yan thought that we two ate too much and planned to poison us with pancakes."

Zhu Chonger: I still can't eat my second pancake!

Zhu Yuanzhang: I got three pancakes.

The two of them were really hungry. When the four pancakes were stuffed by them, the two children from the farm family realized for the first time what it meant to sleep when they were full.

They didn't understand such a delicious thing, how did the big brother endure to leave it to them, but this would not reduce the two people's favorability because of the four pancakes.

Only now in his cabin, Gu Zheng, who was too hungry to sleep, knew that he really couldn't swallow the sore dough that pulled his throat and eyes.

Now he is very irritable, and he can't sleep anyway, so he just got up and went to the wasteland of the back mountain to have a look.

Panicking with hunger, Gu Zheng turned to the flat **** of the mountain behind the temple. There were rows of dry wheat growing in the ground there.

Even if there is a sacrifice field in their small temple, it can't stand the **** dry weather. The crops in this field basically don't think about any harvest.

There are not many manpower in the temple, and normal temples will have enough, let alone allocating manpower to farm.

Moreover, all of Gu Zheng's attention is not at all in this unharvested field, but all on the small animals that sneak up on the edge of the field.

I don’t know if it’s a field mouse or a hare. It doesn’t matter which kind it is, it represents one thing, meat!

Gu Zheng here didn't wait for a vicious dog to pounce on the food to catch the rabbit, the client in Laughing Forgot Book Space, holding the little green ball hand in hand, burst into tears in it.

"I am a monk! I am a monk! My Buddha is merciful! I am sorry you Bodhisattva!"

"You can't break the ring! You can't break the ring! It has been tested that the host has thoughts and behaviors that violate the strongest abbot's system. Please rein in the precipice, otherwise you will be punished by electric shock!"

When Little Green Ball said so, Gu Zheng and Xiao Wangshu made the following voices together: "Huh huh? Punishment?"

What are you?

It was easy to eat.

Seeing Laughing Forgetting Book’s approaching blood basin, Little Green Ball buried himself on the client’s chest and cried: "Wow! Didn’t I give you a good seed suitable for wasteland sowing? Why don’t you? Farming! Huh huh."

The client on the side also protested: "That is, the monks are compassionate and beat and kill at every turn. What about your kindness?"

Xiao Wangshu on the side glanced at his client with extreme contempt. If you were merciful at the beginning, now he and Gu Zheng would not be able to catch mice in this ruined small temple in the wilderness.

However, Gu Zheng, who was reminded by these two, ran back to the temple in two or three steps, and carried the bag of seeds over with a short amount of effort.

"It's quite heavy, I don't know what kind of seed is inside?"

When he opened his pocket and looked like that, Gu Zheng knew that this was definitely a golden finger.

The grain seeds in the pocket turned out to be potatoes that appeared long after the fall of the Ohara Dynasty.

This kind of crops that can be harvested in a large piece of food in the horns of the field is really suitable for planting in this kind of barren land.

And in order to control this sky-defying crop, don’t change the history of the world too much~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The number of seeds given by the strongest abbot system, Gu Zheng took a look and will It's good enough to sow the wasteland behind this temple.

In the large tracts of fertile fields further away, the well water in the temples cannot be supplied at all.

It's a coincidence that the potatoes harvested from this area may be enough for the monks of the entire temple to survive the disaster years of these few years.

Seeing Gu Zheng here, his heart was extremely surging, and he didn't care about the unknown animal in front of him, so he let the family slip into the forest and escaped.

He just crawled back to the back temple tremblingly, and when he came back, there was an ignitor made up of a bundle of straw and firewood in his hand.

All the onlookers looked at this Gu Zheng who did not play cards according to common sense, and frankly took out two large and full potatoes from the sack, and they were suffocated by the ignited flames in the straw that had just turned ashes. under.

However, the lingering effort, a fragrance of roast potatoes, permeated the surroundings of this silent night.

And accompanied by this scent is a monk with a high level of demeanor, burying his face on the black potato that has not even cared about the skin, like chewing the most delicious chicken drumstick in the world, and this extremely hot one. Potatoes are fighting desperately.

Behind them were three small **** in space, and they began to silently express their opinions and reminders.

Abbot System Xiaolu: "This is given to you as a seed, and it will be of great use in future temple construction."

The client's soul body: "Waste, waste, this kind of thing called bean soil, although the poor monk has never tasted it, but he also knows the meaning of the term good seed."

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