Chapter 15: Working hard for hot springs

The rain and rain continued, and it was clear that it was midsummer, but there was no clear sky. The rain hit the bluestone in front of the inn, dripping. Pedestrians walked across the water under umbrellas, deserted inside and out.
The spoon lay on the cashbox for seven days. Except for the monk who had been staying, there were a total of six diners. No one stayed. There were a total of 430 pieces of copper plate, not even one or two. If so, even vegetarian Can't afford it. When she heard the crackling of the abacus in her ear, she tilted her head and looked at the scholar seriously. She asked, "Treasurer, why are you typing on the abacus every day? You don't have so many accounts to count."
The slender fingers snapped, and the scholar turned his head to look at her, and groaned, "Don't you think it looks so special?"
"..." The spoon that hadn't eaten meat for four days didn't have the energy to vomit him. Every two bowls of rice felt like a feeling of no fullness. After walking two steps in situ, I felt very hungry and unhappy. She had been lying on the cabinet for a long time, and she seemed to have to keep lying, sighing, "When will the sun come out?"
Looking at the eaves water dripping boringly, the spoon yawned, looked at it, and suddenly saw a drop of vermilion falling. Rubbing his eyes, I thought I was wrong, but the red was getting more and more, mixed in the rain, bright red. The spoon "噌" stood up: "Stupid student, it's raining."
The scholar looked out, his eyes paused, "It's cinnabar."
As soon as the spoon heard it, he didn't even take the umbrella, so he went to the backyard and jumped up from there. At a glance, the maggot really started to melt, and the horns on his head were all gone. She was shocked that she hadn't experienced the power of this formation for a time, and she was so gone. Raise your hand to touch the beast, and startled: "Don't touch it!"
But it was too late, and the fingertips were burning instantly, and the rain turned into cinnabar rain, and the hot arm turned red, almost no pain. Seeing that the red rain was about to pour on his face, the scholar stepped forward, pulled her into his arms, waved his hand, and fanned the red rain all over. A few red raindrops splashed on the body, scalding hot and frowned.
Spoon choked, covered his arms and looked at him: "Are you injured?"
The scholar looked at her clothes that burned most of her right arm, faintly saw that Jian Nen's arm was burned, and her face was pale, and she asked him if he was hurt. It was a silly spoon, softly: "No."
Spoon sobbing: "I have ..."
"..."
Back in the room, the scholar took the medicine and gauze and cut her clothes angrily and funnyly, trying not to touch her wounds. When she cut it open, she found that her injury was worse than expected, and she could bear it.
Spoon sniffed and asked, "How can cinnabar be hot?"
"Cinnabar won't, but that ’s the magic beast formation, and the normal dissolution is ordinary cinnabar. But if you forcibly break the formation, the beast will try to resist and the whole body will look like today."
Spoon nodded: "But who is breaking?"
The scholar paused, without raising his eyebrows, and focused on the wound: "Rain."
The spoon is stunned, the arm moves, the scholar who applied her medicine is shaking the medicine bottle, and immediately hits her wound. A long "嗷 ~~~" sound makes her face even more bleak. Sweating sweat on his forehead student: "Don't mess around."
Even if he poked at his spoon, he didn't dare to move. She sighed, "If only the Master is so good, just squeeze your fingers twice."
The scholar pursed his lips, remembering Master, he was also working the medicine, said slowly: "The wound is difficult to be caused by the beast, and the rain has a strong suffocation, even if it is high When someone comes, he will need to give you medicine to do the same. "
Spoon gently hummed: "The shopkeeper hasn't seen a superior person, it's terrible." At last, he coughed twice, "Thank the shopkeeper for helping me bandage the wound."
The scholar finally smiled slightly satisfied.
"How long is it going to rain? No guest will come and the inn will be closed." Spoon shook his head again, "I can't go to this hot spring."
The scholar's hand holding the gauze was another meal. Look at her: "Hot spring?"
Spoon nodded: "The flowering season is approaching. Go to Qishan Lingquan bubble in Qishan. The repair can increase greatly. But this day, I'm almost out of energy."
Hot Springs ... Hot springs steaming with white gas ... Spoons inside ... Imagine ... Scholars ... I can't hold it again ...
Spoon tilted his head and looked at him, startled: "Treasurer! Nosebleed! Nosebleed!"
The student covered it with one hand and muffled. For the hot spring trip of the spoon, he had to solve this rainy day and make a fist!
Spoon gave him the papa, and the scholar took it, and it took a while to recover: "Find the source, and you will soon see a cloudless sunny day."
Suddenly, Spoon looked at him suspiciously: "The shopkeeper knows why?" He became furious and turned into a tigress. "You know but don't say, do you want a shopkeeper or a hotel?"
A cold sweat perched on the back ... The scholar smiled calmly: "I just guess, don't worry about the spoon. The guest officer who came to eat and drink in the inn didn't say that it didn't rain in the town next door. So I guess, is there any monster in the town. And the rain is so heavy that it is not ordinary monsters. "
The spoon's complexion eased, and he nodded thoughtfully: "What you said makes sense. Well, I'll go out later to see where the monster is hiding." Seeing he tied the gauze, he changed the little Scissors thought he was going to fix the uncomfortable gauze corner, but he did not expect that he was trimming those burnt nails for himself.
The scholar was very careful and careful, and the cuts did not hurt her. Spoon stared at him for a while. He didn't have the unfathomable strength of a master, nor did he have a strong body, but the more he looked, the more he felt pleasing to the eye: "No one has ever cut my nails for me."
The sharp blades are unified, and half of the bad ones are cut off. Then the scholar said, "Well, I will cut them for you later."
The spoon stunned, how a strange feeling spread to my heart. After thinking about it, I always feel wrong, but I don't know what it is.
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It has been raining for ten days now.
The backyard was full of flower beds, and the demons nestled in their own places in a low mood and were suffocated by rain.
The spoon took a shovel to clear a ditch in the flower bed, and then set up a shed, which made it more comfortable. Seeing that they will bloom in another four or five days, but the water in this hot spring is not clean. It seems that we will miss the days of increasing cultivation this year.
After searching for three days, she could not find the source of radon and could not stop the rain. It's also important to note that because it's always raining, even the vegetables are not long, and the prices of these days are scary. She deeply felt that the days when even vegetables could not be eaten were approaching ... she couldn't help feeling more sorrowful and sighed.
He sighed, and sighed next to him.
"I can't see Chaoyang anymore, I have to forget what it looks like."
"Every day I live very hard, full of water."
"Life is hopeless."
The spoon listened to the crackle on the top of the rain, and saw Qiu Ju and the money tree looking like they were going out, and asked, "Where are you going?"
Qiu Ju said, "Of course I went to the town next door to bask in the sun. Haven't you heard that it doesn't rain in the nearby towns?"
The spoon stopped them: "You can't go. If people find that you are suddenly absent from the yard, it will cause chaos."
The money tree said: "It will be good if you are found to erase the memory."
"No." Spoon firmly shook his head. "That is against the rules of the demon world. Without special reasons, you must not leave the parasite without permission."
"Ah, yeah!" Qiuju dropped her bag, burrowed back into the soil, and growled, "Are you the devil's follower!"
Fat Hulu said: "The boss is also for your good, let the demon master know that it is over."
"Where does the demon master care about our little monsters, huh!"
The spoon was not angry. It went back to the soil, and the wet feet were very uncomfortable.
The next day, Spoon found that the number of big selling vegetables on the street was much smaller, and the only big left all raised the price of vegetables. She returned to the wall with an empty basket of vegetables. The scholar met her and smiled, "Here you are."
The spoon lay on the cupboard and wept: "The shopkeeper, even vegetarians can't afford to eat it, the vegetable farmer is so ruthless, a cabbage needs seven copper plates, and you can eat a small piece of meat."
The student laughed aloud: "There is also white rice porridge."
"Woohoo, meat ... I want to eat meat ..."
The spoon without meat was very unhappy. She drank two bowls of white rice porridge and served it with a few grains of peanut rice. She looked at the scholar eagerly, "Treasurer."
The student answered, "Well?"
"Life is so dark."
"..."
"If no one enters the store in two days, you will not even be able to drink porridge. Why can you still drink so happy, this is just porridge, not even root pickles."
The scholar smiled, "Look who we eat with."
The spoon did not hear the meaning at all, and drank another porridge: "This kind of ghost weather, even the beasts are not out. I still want to catch two pheasants on the mountain and come back. No, even if I see pheasants Can't catch it. Fortunately, if caught, it will definitely run away when killed ... "
Why the more I think, the more sad, ohhhhh, so sad, I ca n’t eat any meat, and even the vegetables are gone ...
The scholar frowned slightly, listening to her a lot, and looked out again. The rain under the night is still raining, Lili Li, Lili Li. For a moment, he raised his finger and gently touched the spoon's forehead, and said softly, "There is something dirty."
The spoon blinked, and for some reason the haze disappeared instantly. Looking at the porridge, she felt that she could drink the porridge, which was a gift of God. There will be green vegetables, there will be amaranth, life is bright, the six realms are peaceful and beautiful! No, it's far away ...
The scholar lowered his eyes and thought, that Hugo was really worried about rain. Wherever the rain goes, it is easy for the monsters to lose their fighting spirit, and they will feel weak and hopeless. When the negative is serious, your heart is full of mania and sorrow. In the end, you will either kill each other or break yourself.
Low footsteps sounded evenly and slowly on the stairs. The scholar looked up, and the monk held an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and a flower pot in one hand, and went down step by step. At the door, the twenty-four bone umbrella opened loudly, and the figure drifted away in the rain.
Spoon holding the bowl, the light flashed, and he looked at him and asked, "It rained on the first day, the day when the monk appeared?"
The scholar chuckled and said gently: "Yes."