Chapter 5: Listening to Sound and Demonstration ()

After school, Zhu Daidong went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy four bottles of Laobaigan and some cooked food to the Taoist temple. Now Zhu Daidong is convinced that he is neither mentally confused nor tinnitus, nor is he because he lacks sleep or alcoholism, but because his ears are too sensitive and are too sensitive to the head, so that all the sounds around him can be heard.

Today is not the incense day of the Sanqing Taoist Temple. After entering the temple gate, he did not see a single person, and the entire Taoist temple was silent.

Zhu Daidong did not specifically call Master Wuming. He came to the room where he drank last night. The situation in the room was exactly the same as last night. Even the kraft paper wrapped in peanuts on the table was still there. It seemed that Master Wuming's laziness was really well-deserved, and Zhu Daidong didn't care. He placed the two kilograms of braised pork head meat, a pack of bread and a pack of peanuts he had just bought on the table. He opened a bottle of wine and took a nice sip.

Although he still didn't bring a cup this time, he brought two pairs of chopsticks, took a sip of wine, picked up a piece of pork head and stuffed it into his mouth. This kind of life can make people forget all their worries.

Before the first piece of pork head was finished, Zhu Daidong heard footsteps, very anxious and the frequency was very fast. It seemed that the other party was running. Although there was still cotton balls in his ears, Zhu Daidong still heard them very clearly in such an environment. Sure enough, after a while, a familiar voice appeared at the door: "Old Baigan! Little brother, are you here again?" As soon as he finished speaking, the nameless Taoist priest with a messy beard walked in in surprise.

"Master, please sit down." Zhu Daidong did not get up. He was polite to a lazy Taoist like him. It was no different from playing the piano with a cow. He was completely boring. He just opened a bottle of Lao Baigan and placed it across the table.

"Well, pighead, my favorite." Taoist Master Wuming didn't have time to greet Zhu Daidong. The things on the table made him shiver his index finger. He grabbed the wine bottle with his left hand, and squeezed a piece of pighead with his right hand, and then his left and right hands "attacked" his mouth at the same time. "It's delicious, delicious!"

"Master, can't you pick it up with chopsticks?" Zhu Daidong shook his head and smiled bitterly. He clearly put his chopsticks in front of him, but he turned a blind eye and directly reached his hand into the pork head.

"Isn't it too time-consuming to take chopsticks? Besides, eating with your hands is completely different from eating with your chopsticks. The former makes you feel happy, while the latter can only satisfy your mouth desires." He is obviously lazy, but he can tell some truth.

When talking, Wuming Taoist Master made extraordinary moves, and several pieces of pork head meat entered his mouth. Of course, the left hand that grabbed the wine bottle would not stop.

"It seems that in the future, I can only prepare two servings of cooked food." Zhu Daidong found that not only could he not be polite to Taoist Wuming, but he could not reason with him.

"Okay, as long as you distribute it equally, I will never rob your meat to eat." Taoist Wuming grabbed a handful of peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth one by one. I don't know if he has special abilities and can speak, and he speaks so fluently.

"Come on, Taoist priest, let's go." Zhu Daidong smiled, picked up his wine bottle and touched the wine bottle of Wuming Taoist priest.

Today, Zhu Daidong bought four bottles of wine, two bottles each with Wuming Taoist Priest. Wuming Taoist Priest, who originally liked to grab wine, drank very gentle today, as if he was afraid that his two bottles of wine would be drunk soon. However, the pork head meat and noodles on the table were like a hungry tiger pounced on food, and his agility made Zhu Daidong, who was dozens of years younger than him, sigh.

Zhu Daidong ate very little food. He liked the unrestrained atmosphere when drinking with Master Wuming, and didn't care about how much you could eat. To Master Wuming, Zhu Daidong could speak as he pleased, without worrying whether the other party would listen carefully, nor worrying that he would sarcastically or ridicule. In Master Wuming's eyes, the sky is big, not as big as the wine and meat in the past.

Zhu Daidong also discovered these two days. Taoist Wuming probably lived a hungry and full life. He was so lazy. If he had a few dollars, he would probably buy wine. He would never care whether his stomach was hungry. He could help him a little if he could.

The two of them were drinking and chatting, but they both consciously did not ask about each other's affairs. Zhu Daidong sometimes complained and poured out his resentment. Master Wuming didn't know what the Taoist method was, but his eloquence was really good. He could talk nonsense all over the world and talked about it for hours. Moreover, when Zhu Daidong complained, he would cleverly use some strange stories to attract Zhu Daidong's attention and relieve him in disguise.

Taoist Wuming has been to many places, has a wide range of knowledge, is well-informed and has good eloquence, and has many strange stories that Zhu Daidong can hear. At the same time, his inner depression disappeared a lot without realizing it, which is also the reason why Zhu Daidong likes to come to the Sanqing Taoist Temple.

Before he knew it, it was dark outside, and each person had two kilograms of Lao Baigan had a stomachache, and the food on the table was wiped out completely. Of course, this was all the credit of Master Wuming. Zhu Daidong only started by moving a few chopsticks, and later he only picked up a peanut occasionally. After he went back, he could buy food. Even if he was hungry, he could have a meal in the school cafeteria tomorrow, but Master Wuming could not.

Lao Baigan has a lot of energy, but Zhu Daidong felt that the rumors were untrue, and he didn't feel them at all. After leaving the Sanqing Taoist Temple, he walked all the way back to Shumuling Middle School, and the more he walked, the better his spirits were. In the words of the world, it was the Qingming Festival of Lingtai.

Stepping on the moonlight, Zhu Daidong enjoyed this feeling. His footsteps were very far away in the quiet night. The snoring and chattering in the house next to the road from time to time, and the barking of the vigil dogs from some unknown house in the distance made him feel very warm.

After returning to the dormitory, after washing up, Zhu Daidong lay on the bed and soon fell asleep. In the dream, he saw Tang Xiaoli, and walked on the country road with her hand. The road led to his hometown...

The next day, Zhu Daidong got up earlier. One reason why he slept so well last night was that he had cotton stuffed into his ears. In addition, he drank two pounds of Lao Baigan, which anesthetized his nerves and reduced his perception a lot. But in the early morning, alcohol had been absorbed, and the cotton ball in his ears was a little deformed due to the effect of gravity, and a small gap appeared above.

The snoring of Long Yiping and Fan Mingfeng was much smaller than yesterday. What really made Zhu Daidong wake up was the damn mouse under the bed. At this moment, it was squeaking at the foot of Zhu Daidong's bed. Although it did not climb to the bottom of the bed to see, Zhu Daidong was strangely finding that he seemed to be able to "see" the mouse. This was a rat with a fist. At this time, it was biting the foot of the bed with relish, as if it was not made of wood, but made of fresh meat.

This feeling is very strange and wonderful. The mouse may have been imagined by Zhu Daidong, but its position is even biting at which corner of the foot of the bed. In order to verify whether what he heard is accurate, Zhu Daidong quietly picked up the flashlight beside the pillow, pressed it gently, and suddenly turned over, and the person lies on the edge of the bed, then looked at the bottom of the bed, and the light column of the flashlight in his hand pointed directly at the foot of the bed that he suspected.

That's right, the mouse was gnawing with interest, and a ray of light suddenly shot out, caught it off guard. His eyes narrowed into a gap, and he stared at Zhu Daidong in a daze.

"Bang!"

Zhu Daidong grabbed the shoes beside his bed and smashed them at the mouse. Unfortunately, his movements were a little slow. The mouse had already reacted. When he reached for the shoes, it had already rushed out of the dormitory. I believe that after such a scare, I have not dared to come to Zhu Daidong's bed again to make trouble.

After such a toss, Zhu Daidong was completely sleepy. He put on his clothes, climbed to the bottom of the bed and picked up his shoes, and went to the playground to exercise. After sweating, Liu Tao walked slowly from the edge of the teaching building with his hands behind his back. Seeing Zhu Daidong running again today, he nodded with a smile. It seems that what he said yesterday worked. If a young man can persevere, he can make a fortune.

Zhu Daidong had four full classes in the morning. Originally, there was always a soreness in his waist and legs all morning, but today Zhu Daidong found that this was not the case. Perhaps because of the reason why he insisted on running these two days, he is still as energetic as in the morning and has endless energy. Even if he continues to attend four classes, he will probably not be tired.

After school in the afternoon, Zhu Daidong went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy four bottles of wine, two kilograms of pork head meat, one kilogram of bread and one kilogram of dried braised aroma, and then slowly walked towards the Sanqing Taoist Temple. Before he could reach the room yesterday, Zhu Daidong heard someone in the room. Not only was there breathing sounds, but there was also a sizzling sound of drinking. A person quickly flashed in his mind, and he quickly stepped over a few steps and found that he was indeed an unknown Taoist priest.

Today's Wuming Taoist Priest was really full of red face, and there was not a single thing on the table. There was a plate of apples, a plate of noodles and a plate of peanuts. The most amazing thing was that there was a pot of wine, where the old Taoist was drinking himself, drinking the wine leisurely.

"Hey, it's good, life has improved significantly." Zhu Daidong put the things on the table and said with a smile.

"Of course, you don't even look at what day it is!" Taoist Wuming was proud of himself, grabbed the wine pot and took a sip.

"Today on the 20th, I went to the market in the village, no wonder." Zhu Daidong immediately understood that today was the "harvest day" of Master Wuming. The Sanqing Taoist Temple was the market day and the first day of the 10th of the month. The fifteenth day of the fifteenth day, and these days were also the days when Master Wuming had no worries about food and drink.

"Little brother, please bring a bottle of your Laobaigan. The rice wine brewed in the countryside is really tasteless." Taoist Wuming ignored Zhu Daidong. His old eyes had long been on the Laobaigan in Zhu Daidong's hands.

"Give it to you, the old rules, two bottles!" Zhu Daidong did not deduct the amount of Taoist Wuming gains today, and pushed the two bottles of Lao Baigan in front of him.

"Little brother, this rice wine is brewed by a fellow villager, please try it." Taoist Wuming generously pushed the pot of rice wine that was almost drunk to Zhu Daidong.
Chapter completed!