Chapter 8: Forty thousand

"Where does your family live? Who else is there? Why live in a temple?" The teenager poured himself a cup of tea and found that the water was cold. He took a sip and put it down.
Youyi quickly cleaned himself, opened the cage and rummaged, Bai Nennen's little buttock was facing the teenager. The young man wanted to laugh a little, stepped forward, and pulled out a thick cotton quilt from the box and wrapped it around him.
"Thank you. You can sit down, I can take care of myself, it's no problem to take care of you." You patted the small breasts, and then wiped the body and hair with a cloth towel.
His body was dry and he was exhaled. He dragged a small box from the bottom of the bed and asked, "Are you hungry? I invite you to eat?" Only then was he frightened. He desperately needed something to squeeze.
"I just had a meal half an hour ago." The boy waved and shoved.
There was a chuckle in her heart, and her eyes turned, and the young man laughed endlessly. Like all eschatologists, not only do they have the habit of hoarding food, they also share it extremely. If anyone wants to take food from his mouth, it is tantamount to killing him. He asked just now, but he is kind.
Seeing Xiaodou Ding digging in and out of the placket, he finally pulled out a key and hung it tightly around his neck with a red rope. The boy thought what treasure was hidden in the box. Good dry food, steamed bread, cakes, etc., suddenly shook his head and smiled.
"Be careful," he reminded kindly.
"It's cold now, so I won't hesitate." Youyi took out a greased paper bag, locked the box, pushed it into the bottom of the bed, and hid the key in his closet.
"I'm going to make a pot of charcoal, you're waiting." Like worrying about the teenager stealing food, he stuffed the oil paper bag into his arms, holding a small charcoal pot, and ran to the front yard to find the monk for fire.
The boy stood at the door and looked far away, and saw that Doudou secretly handed over a few copper plates to the monk, and then came the first-class charcoal and a few Mars, and then flew back all the way, while running, he wheeled the small charcoal basin, letting Mars The cold wind ignited quickly. When Xiaodou Ding came near, the charcoal fire was very hot, and a blast of hot air rushed towards his face, which melted the cold and frowny eyes of the teenager.
"Hurry back and sit on the fire, it's cold outside." Youzhu shoved the boy and took the door with him. He took out the oil-paper bag in his arms, opened it, and saw two cold hoees inside.
"There are hot buns in the stove. You should have a few more now." The teenager pointed in the direction of the stove.
"I want to eat grilled steamed buns." Youxie set the iron tongs on the charcoal basin, and put the steamed buns again, turning it twice from time to time.
After half a quarter of an hour, a strong scorching aroma drifted in the air, causing the index finger to move. Some people swallowed saliva frequently, regardless of the hotness of their heads, and immediately picked them up in half, biting their mouths and mouths. Because they ate too fast, they made a gurgling noise in their throats.
The boy raised his eyebrows and stared at Doudou with interest. He had to admit that the other party took good care of himself, and at the age of five he was able to manage his life in an organized manner and knew how to make himself better. Just one point, he seems to have an unusual attachment to food.
Seeing that Xiaodou Ding was eating sweetly, and the teenager was depressed, which led to a great loss of appetite, they felt a little hungry. He turned over another placed on the iron tongs and asked, "Can I eat a little?"
There was a sip of food when the cricket ate, and there was a trace of struggle in his eyes. Courting a teenager can save his life, but food is the same as life. The weight of the two is the same. How should I choose? It's not the end of the world. After eating these things, Mother Song will send them over. Thinking of this, you nodded hard.
How could the young man not see his resentment, seeing that he was eating on his mouth, but his eyes were staring at himself, more precisely, at the in his hand, and there was a secret laugh in his heart. How could this little bean be so caring? And he didn't know how to hide his emotions. Interesting, really interesting? It ’s better to stay with me, at least to have fun.
Taking a bite of Jiaoxiang overflowing steamed bun, the teenager's cold face calmed down completely. He hasn't had a good meal for a long time, and as long as he thinks that he can never go back to Beijing again, he feels depressed and stunned. But now, looking at the in his hand as a supremely delicious young child, he actually felt that life is not that bad.
"Hold it." He took five or two silver coins from his purse.
Youyi picked it up, asking silly, "What?"
"Your money for sale."
"I don't sign a deed of death." Youzhen put the silver on the table, his tone a little nervous. "I sign a living deed every five years, is this okay?"
"Yes." The teenager didn't care about this. How smart is a five-year-old child? Is it possible to do it? This possibility is remote.
Although I think so, there is no shortage of investigations to be done. When the boy signed a contract with Youyou, and when he returned to his courtyard, the two guards made a thorough investigation of Youyi's background.
"The king's dry bitch?" The boy groaned, suddenly shaking his head and sighing. The same sister-in-law was also disgusted by his father, and he did not expect that the young child and himself were sympathetic. Wang Xianggan is the book of the Ministry of War, the backbone of the Tai Department. He spoils his wife and causes his sister-in-law to leave, which can be used slightly.
"Go and pick him up." The boy shook his hand at the guard, and as soon as his voice fell, there was a rattling snow sound outside the door.
The guard pushed the door and saw that the three-foot-tall child was holding a huge package and was walking slowly, step by step. The package was huge, and he was too short to look like a package with a pair of legs, and he would walk on his own.
"Well ..." The two guards didn't hold back and laughed.
The juvenile fists his lips, lest he be rude. This little Ding Ming Ming is tightly lonely, and will not please people, but every move is full of joy, always inviting people to carelessly.
"Why not find someone to help you?" He signaled the guard to pick up the package, and the teenager took a few steps forward and pulled Xiaodou Ding into the room.
The box structures of Kaiyuan Temple are similar, with only slight differences in size and pattern. The juvenile room is already the best, but for a royal family, I am afraid it can only be called "rude." The furnishings in the room were very simple. There were no furniture beside a table, four chairs, a bed, a cabinet and a brazier.
A brief glance at you knows that although the juvenile is a royal family, he is in a difficult situation right now. He is only a little bit better than himself. He shook off the snowdrops on his shoes, imitated the movements of the two guards, bent at the boy and arched his hands, and he said it authentically, "Master, please tell me something."
"Hmm ..." The two guards laughed again. Xiaodou Ding is only three feet tall, and he thinks that his mighty majesty can catch up with the eight-foot big man. That simple expression, careful and lofty tone, coupled with a sticky little milky voice, can make people cry. All laughed.
The teenager found that whenever he met the young child, he would habitually use his fist to reach his lips. He was very skeptical that his innocence and indifference would eventually be abolished by young children. He slowly walked to the desk and stared at the copybook. The feeling of forbearance just dissipated slightly. He commanded, "Will you rub the ink? Help me rub the ink." Because he was exiled, he encountered several assassinations on the road. The long-awaited escape of the followers, only two guards survived. Of course, this is only on the bright side.
"Yes." Youzhen was quite confident. He wasn't timid, and even more unconstrained. He walked to the desk with a small chest and found that although he was full of skills, he was not tall enough, let alone rubbing his toes, he couldn't see where the platform was placed. He stretched his neck and looked at it. He lifted his toes and twisted it. His ears became reddish, little by little, and he felt that he was about to commit embarrassment and phobia.
The tentative post by the young man seemed to be unaware, but the coldness in his eyes had long been replaced by a thick smile, and the left fist was placed on his lips habitually. The two guards shook their shoulders constantly, and there was a short, chuckle in their mouths. This is where the cubs came from, which is too funny.
He was calm and calm, but his ears were already red. He brought a chair and placed it beside the desk, then climbed up with his hands and feet, and finally saw the platform. He cleared his throat and immediately talked, "The ink must be light, fast, and moderate. The posture must be straight, and the ink must be held vertically. You must circle the ball vertically, not obliquely or push directly. You must not arbitrarily grind. Liu Gongquan has the so-called 'brightness', so does the grinding of the ink, and the heart is also the ink. If the ink is not deflected, it is not elegant, and the ink is not uniform ... "
Some people feel that it is necessary for teenagers to see their erudition and ability, otherwise it will be difficult to wash out the silly impression before. This is not an ordinary person, but his life-saving sign, which must be firmly grasped, preferably to an inseparable degree. The person who can't be separated from the master is definitely his confidant, and this is his goal.
I felt that the ink was enough. I wiped the ink strips and put them aside to dry. Then I looked at the boy with a small chest. His eyes were brilliant and he was very godly. He seemed to have no expression on his face.
The teenager glanced at him with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, and then twitched again. Then he pressed his left fist against his lips, and said dumbly, "Well ground." But he was anxious to express himself and eager to get approval More interesting.
You sighed in a sigh of relief, still standing on the stool, holding her hands, her face as if waiting for orders at any time. In fact, he has been used to this kind of work. In order to stay in the institute, he started working as a handyman when he was 10 years old. Most of those scientists are not physically involved, and the grain is indistinguishable. Except for going to the toilet, eating and sleeping, others have to help, and exercised over time.
Although adolescents have a distinguished background, they have a gentle temperament and are not demanding. This job is easier than expected. 2k novel reading network