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- It is said that Fu Xiaowa has a place to stay in this college. He has always been good at taking care of flowers and plants, and can quickly complete the gardening work in the yard every day. According to the old man¡¯s own introduction, his surname was Wen and he called himself Uncle Wen, so Fu Xiaowa also called him that.
The current Fu Xiaowa has grown physically over the years, and is neither tall nor short, but his face still looks a bit childish, and his character is still the same as when he was in his teens.
??Fu Xiaowa is still a timid and fearful person. Facing unfamiliar things, if he hadn't been very excited that day, he would not have contradicted the old man who was testing. However, he also regretted it. The excitement that day brought him a lot of trouble. This was the result of being unable to control his emotions. So he was careful when meeting those disciples to avoid causing trouble again.
Gradually, Fu Xiaowa began to get used to the life in the college and felt very calm and peaceful. From time to time, he would miss the time in Qingniu Town. He didn¡¯t know what Qingniu Town had become now, but he didn¡¯t have time to go back to visit. He Now the progress of cultivation is imminent.
Every day I help Uncle Wen take care of the yard and practice kung fu in my spare time. Uncle Wen had seen him practicing martial arts, and usually exchanged a few words with him without saying much.
The chirping of birds in the early morning makes this morning noisy. This is the most comfortable time in the hot summer. In a few hours, the sun will scorch the entire earth and drag the entire dynasty into the scorching heat.
Fu Xiaowa, who got up early, had already mowed the yard. Now there was no equipment for him to practice. He moved the stone bench and practiced hard. The ordinary stone bench felt like cotton when he lifted it, and it could no longer satisfy his needs. Demand, only this stone bench is heavy enough, and it requires an explosion of strength to lift it. And it can be exhausted in just a few strokes, just like a decisive battle. Fortunately, there are some fruits to eat in the yard. After eating the fruits, your strength will increase quickly and you will be able to recover quickly.
At this time, Fu Xiaowa was holding up the stone stool. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Uncle Wen holding some books under his arm and not knowing where he was going. Fu Xiaowa also asked about it, and Uncle Wen replied that he was going to earn some hard money. Seeing that Uncle Wen's life was quite tight. The residence was simple, so it was inconvenient for Fu Xiaowa to ask questions, for fear that he would ask about some embarrassing things and hurt the old man's face.
"Good morning, Uncle Wen!"
"Yeah. Keep practicing, you are quite diligent!"
The old man¡¯s name was Wen Cangbo, and he was the faculty member of Tiandu College. The master is the mentor of the students. He is mainly responsible for the teaching of apprentices. In the imperial city filled with powerful people, the academy masters are considered to be of the upper class. Even first- and second-rank officials must be treated with courtesy when they meet. Having said that, he has been teaching martial arts in Tiandu Academy for twenty-seven years, but he has seen that this young man is unique, with a low level of knowledge and a very deep foundation.
See the foundation of this young man. He was shocked at first that day, but the academy's apprenticeship selection system was destined to make this young man unable to pass. According to the academy's traditional understanding, students without talent are a waste of time. There is a hurdle in cultivation, which is longevity, and he cannot cross this hurdle. You will always stay at that step, and the difficulty of cultivation you have to go through to cross this hurdle is unimaginable and requires qualified support.
However, he was very curious that this young man with second-class talent had such a foundation. Ordinary cultivators would give up before breaking through to an important realm in order to have a better foundation and good conditions after breaking through. If you practice cultivation again, your foundation will be very deep after the second practice.
¡°But it is simply impossible to re-cultivate at such an age. Even with a talent like my own, it would take me more than thirty years to re-cultivate. So this young man is very secretive, and he is very curious, but he is still observing to see where this young man comes from.
Fu Xiaowa hit Gang Tianzun, and there was a muffled thud, and the ground shook a little. Seeing him wiping his sweat and grinning, he said, "Are you going out for work again?"
"For life, I have to run around!" Wen Cangbo said casually with a faint smile.
"Be careful with your body and bones, don't be too tired, and don't worry about the food, I can take care of it myself!"
"It's best if you can find food for yourself. My old man is alone and doesn't like to make a fire to cook. If you are hungry, eat the fruit. If you are tired of eating, you can find a way to make a toothpaste!"
Fu Xiaowa had already discovered that the rice jars in the kitchen were all empty. Knowing that this old man lived a poor life, it was probably not easy to raise him.
"You don't have to worry about this. Just go and do it if you're busy. Don't worry about me. I just need a place to stay!"
"That's great, I'll go to work first!" Wen Cangbo shook his head with a smile, and then walked away slowly.
Looking at the old man leaving, he felt that this old man was quite pitiful and helpless, and he went to work so early every day and came back only after dark. The family was short of firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the house was clean and had only two things. Just two on weekdaysWash and change clothes.
Fu Xiaowa left the small courtyard and wandered around the college again. There were many colleges. Even if Fu Xiaowa walked around for several days, he still hadn't visited half of it.
The dining hall closest to Fu Xiaowa is called Qishanzhai. It can accommodate tens of thousands of people and its building scale is not smaller than any palace.
Fu Xiaowa raised his head to look at the size of the dining hall. The sunlight in the corner of the room made him half-squint his eyes. Such a huge building is rarely seen in Qingniu Town. You can imagine the manpower and material resources involved, the energy and time required to build this college. It is a glorious place built by millions of hands and countless nights. land.
It is still meal time, there are few people in Qishanzhai, and no one comes in or out at the door. The light in the restaurant is very bright, and it can be seen that the dining tables are neatly arranged and extend into the distance. By noon, the place will become a sea of ??people.
I heard that the inmates are entitled to free meals. This is one of the benefits that Fu Xiaowa envies. However, Fu Xiaowa knew that he no longer had to fantasize, he was not qualified.
Fu Xiaowa conveyed around Ruoda's Qishanzhai that the dining hall was made of wood, the windows were carved with dragons, and were covered with oil paper. They did not let in the wind but were very light-transmitting.
At this time, he came to the back of Qishanzhai, where the food was processed. Although the Zhai was deserted, the back was already very lively. The sounds of chopping vegetables could be heard frequently from the kitchen. The aroma of cooking oil smoke and vegetables came to his nose, making Fu Xiaowa couldn't help but wipe his saliva. Fu Xiaowa has been eating fruit until he is almost constipated. No matter how delicious the fruit is, he will get tired of it if he eats too much. He longs for one or two delicious meals.
At this time, a carriage pulling a cart of grain stopped behind the dining hall. The driver was a skinny old man, his teeth were a little yellow, it looked like he was smoking.
The skinny old man got out of the car and shouted: "Mazi. Mazi, if you don't hurry up and unload the rice for me, I'm still rushing to deliver it to other families!"
I saw a short, fat man with a pockmarked face walking out of the house and said, "What are you yelling about? You're busy. Didn't anyone tell the ghost to move?"
"Isn't he there?" The skinny old man tapped Fu Xiaowa next to him with his riding whip.
Fu Xiaowa is also dressed like a handyman, which looks quite different from the gold-embroidered clothes of the disciples.
Na Mazi glanced at the young man next to him and shouted: "Where are the others?
Fu Xiaowa said blankly: "Other people, what other people?"
"Forget it. Let's move!" Na Mazi muttered and walked back into the house with his hands behind his back.
¡°Oh!¡± Fu Xiaowa responded blankly, and then started to help move the rice.
??????????? Fu Xiaowa is such a guy, he can¡¯t help anyone when he meets him. Just say hello and everything will be answered.
A sack of rice weighs more than a hundred kilograms. It was a trivial matter to Fu Xiaowa, who was carrying bags of rice grains on his back.
"Okay, is there anyone else you want to help?" A cart of rice and grain had been moved after a few trips. Fu Xiaowa clapped his hands without even breathing.
The skinny old man scratched his head with the riding crop and said, "Help me sweep the bed of the truck!"
Fu Xiaowa climbed onto the truck bed and used a small broom specially designed to sweep away fallen grain. Sweep the rice grains scattered on the car into piles.
"okay!"
Fu Xiaowa jumped out of the car.
"Why don't you throw away the broken rice?"
Fu Xiaowa asked strangely: "Don't you want these?"
"With so much sand mixed in, what are you doing here?"
"It's quite a waste, don't give it to me!" Fu Xiaowa said while rubbing his hands.
"If you want to feed chickens, just take it!" The skinny old man thought that this broken rice could be used for other purposes besides feeding chickens and ducks.
With great gratitude, Fu Xiaowa collected the broken rice mixed with sand and wrapped it in paper.
After leaving Qishanzhai, Fu Xiaowa came to a secret place by Bilian Lake, picked off a lotus leaf, and put broken rice on the lotus leaf. It was basically half gravel and half rice. Fu Xiaowa patiently put it on the lotus leaf. The rice grains were sorted out, and not a single grain of sand remained.
Except for the gravel, the rice was still white. Satisfied, Fu Xiaowa wrapped the white rice in lotus leaves and put it in his arms. Now that rice is available, where can we find vegetables?
When Fu Xiaowa was worried, he saw a few red fish shadows flashing across the lotus lake. He looked around and found no one, so he took off his clothes and jumped into the lake. Suddenly, a chill hit his body, making him shiver. Shivering. This lake is indeed strange. On such a hot day, it is as cold as the lake in winter.
In the evening, when Master Wen returned from teaching, the sunset was scattered in the courtyard. Following the sound of Yi Ya, Master Wen returned with a little tiredness. He had long been used to returning alone like this, used to living alone, without any disturbances or problems.?.
Today, he saw two bowls of rice, a plate of fried carp, and a plate of fried lotus root slices placed on the stone table under the tree. Fu Xiaowa, who had cleaned up the kitchen, was walking out. When he saw Uncle Wen, he greeted him warmly: "Uncle Wen, come over for dinner!"
Wen Cangbo walked slowly to the foot of the tree and looked at the food on the stone table. In fact, he had been fasting for many years, and he only ate one red flame fruit every day for his spiritual practice.
But when he saw the food on the table, he still felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Exceptionally, he actually sat down in front of the stone table, looking at the young man opposite him sitting down with a face full of joy.
"Come on, come on, please don't be polite. You don't have to worry about eating in the future!" Fu Xiaowa greeted enthusiastically.
"Where does this food come from?" Wen Cangbo asked calmly.
Fu Xiaowa sneezed loudly, rubbed his nose and exclaimed: "I bought it, what do you worry about, just eat it!"
Wen Cangbo smiled lightly and said nothing. This red long-tailed carp is obviously the dragon carp in Bilian Lake. Needless to say, this lotus root slice. Bilian Lake is very cold all year round, as cold as winter water, and ordinary people can freeze to death without even taking a stick of incense.
Before Fu Xiaowa ate, he returned some rice in the bowl to Uncle Wen. Wen Cangbo asked him why he didn't cook more, and Fu Xiaowa was hesitant and vague.
Academician Wen Cangbo made an exception and finished this meal. This was the first time he had fasted in ten years. ``` - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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