The Taoist priest also looked at the little girl's house with curious eyes. His round face and fair skin couldn't help but pinch the little girl's face with his hands.

"Wow!" The little girl was stunned at first, then she burst into tears.

This cry made the Taoist priest a little panicked. He was completely at a loss, as if he had turned on the wrong switch. Tears poured out from his shiny eyes like spring water. Is it so painful if he pinched it gently?

"Taoist Master, don't pay attention to her. She likes to cry the most. She will cry loudly when she touches her. Let's go out to catch eels and don't take that crying guy." Xilai got up and pulled the priest and ran out.

The crying little girl was stunned and didn't bother to cry. She quickly got off the bed and ran out barefoot.

"Brother, wait for me!"

The Taoist priest was stopped by the Taoist priest: "Xing'er, where are you going? We are going back to the mountain."

"Master, let's leave after breakfast?" Zhang Fangqing hurriedly tried to keep him.

"No, it's delaying your work points." The old Taoist was not vague at all this time.

Zhou Maolin also rushed over early in the morning: "Master, go to my house for breakfast. Xiao Guilian went to the town early in the morning to buy meat and put it in my house to prepare it. Please come and have breakfast with the Taoist priest."

"No, I will go up the mountain immediately. You are busy with double robbery now. It won't be delayed for your time." The old Taoist pulled the disciple and walked towards Fengmei Village.

The Taoist priest was curious about how to catch eels, but unfortunately there was no chance this time.

"Master, next time you go down the mountain, I will take you to the field to touch loaches." Xilai was very frustrated and finally had the opportunity to show off his specialty in front of someone else, but he was interrupted before he could show it.

"You have to!" The Taoist priest smiled and waved to Xilai.

"Master, why are we going so fast? I haven't eaten the yellow-legged handle yet. Hey? We forgot to mention our chicken." The Taoist priest complained to Master a little, and he could even forget such an important thing.

"That chicken was cooked last night." Old Dao muttered.

"Why didn't you call me to get up and eat?" The Taoist priest was anxious, and tears began to spin in his eyes.

"I shouted, you slept too hard, so I didn't let you Uncle Fang Qing shout." The old man smiled.

"You have eaten the yellow-legged handle?" said the Taoist priest dissatisfied.

"We drank a lot of wine last night and didn't stir-fry any other dishes. The chicken was not too big. After two yellow-legged handles, there were not a few pieces of meat left. I asked Wives Fang Qing to chop all the chicken legs up." The old Taoist said.

The Taoist priest was very dissatisfied: "You actually exchanged my yellow legs for wine to drink."

The old Taoist kept laughing and let his disciple complain all the way.

When we arrived on the mountain, the old Taoist said, "Disciple, you like eating yellow-legged handles so much. We will raise more chickens in the future. When you are greedy, you will kill the chickens for you to sip. What do you think?"

"Okay!" The Taoist priest nodded repeatedly.

The master and apprentice went up the mountain and did not rush back to the ancestor temple, but went to the rice fields. The seedlings in the rice fields were planted yesterday, and they were drying for one day today. Generally speaking, the leaves of the seedlings will become a little wilted. However, on this day, the seedlings did not wilt, but instead felt a thriving feeling. The seedlings were tender and green, and seemed to have been planted in this field.

"It's a pity that there was no fertilizer added. I'm afraid that the rice will not be able to produce in the future." The old Taoist said with some concern.

"Master, I will thresh the millet in the future. How long will the rice in this field last for us to sip?" asked the Taoist priest.

The old Taoist calculated: "It's enough for us to eat for half a year. Next year we can plant two seasons, which is enough for us to eat for a year.

"Master, let's dig another piece of field. Isn't this enough for us to eat for a long time? We use the remaining grain to feed the chickens. From now on, I can eat yellow-legged handles every day." The Taoist priest kept thinking about the two yellow-legged handles that were not eaten.

I won’t dig this year. I just asked for a piece of seedlings from the Xianji Bridge. If I go to ask for it again, others will definitely not be happy. Forget it, we will make the seedlings in advance next year. At that time, it will be much easier to reclaim another piece of field.

The old Taoist doesn’t want to owe favors because he owes favors and will always pay them back in the future.

"Master. Are there loaches in our fields? Are there eels? I'm happy that there are many loaches and eels in their fields." said the Taoist priest.

The old Taoist laughed: "How can there be loaches in our newly opened fields? There are no loach species, and there are no eels. If you want to eat loaches, I will go down the mountain to get you a few kilograms of loaches."

"Then let's raise some loaches and eels in this field, right?" The Taoist priest pulled the old Taoist's hand.

"It's okay to raise some loaches. You can't raise some eels. If you put them in this field, all the eels will be penetrated by the eels. In that way, the water will not be locked in the field. Wouldn't our seedlings be killed?" said the old Taoist.

The vegetable fields next to the rice fields have grown very well. They don’t look like the stems of heaven at all. The Taoist priest has been digging the fields these two days, but he has no time to take care of these vegetables. It has not rained, and the sun is like roasting fire every day. Many vegetables in Xianjiqiao have dried up to death. However, the vegetables in the vegetable fields are growing well. They don’t look like the stems of heaven at all.

"Xing'er, go and break a few corns, and we will roast corns and sipping them." said the old Taoist.

The Taoist priest immediately jumped into the vegetable field, broke a few large corns, and held the corn with both hands. From time to time, the corn fell from the Taoist priest's slender hands.

The old Taoist quickly helped and picked up the corn. The master and apprentice returned to the ancestor temple happily.

When the two masters and disciples went out, the gate of the Zushi Temple was not locked. This is also a convenience for those who came up the mountain. Some people nearby had to come here to get some foot. They usually brought various daily necessities themselves. Even if they didn't bring them, if they used the things from the Zushi Temple, they would definitely make up for them in the future.

However, this is the season of double-grabbing, and the people at the foot of the mountain have no time to enter the mountain. Therefore, the ancestor temple is deserted and the old Taoist puts the corn on the Eight Immortals table and then starts to make a fire. The corn is not peeled off and directly puts it on the fire to roast it. The outer skin is wet and not easy to burn. The outer skin wraps the corn tightly. After heating, the temperature inside becomes higher and higher. When the corn rind is almost burnt, the corn kernels inside are almost cooked.

The old Taoist tore the corn rind to apart, revealing the golden corn cob inside. The outer rind wrapped around a lot of heat, so it was very hot when peeling it.

"Xing'er, don't move, be careful to get hot. It's very hot." The old Taoist warned the Taoist priest.

"Master, aren't you afraid of being hot?" asked the Taoist priest in wonder.

"I'm afraid! Of course I'm afraid of being hot. But with Xing'er here, my master is not afraid of being hot at all. Come on, give the master a breath and you won't feel the pain immediately." The old man smiled, and his disciple was still quite filial.
Chapter completed!