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Chapter 462 Counting Ants and Playing

Chapter 462 Counting Ants and Playing
The ninth day of the first month of the lunar calendar, the second day of the beginning of spring.

The weather in the Golden Triangle is still hot and humid. Although it is approaching dusk and the water vapor in the air has dissipated a lot, the sun above the head is still fierce. It feels like there is a piece of burning charcoal above the head.

Zhuge Gen took off the plain blue taoist robe on his body, and put the folded square taoist robe on his head, holding a dead tree branch that he didn't know where he tore off.

At the moment, I am writing and drawing on the ground.

And on the ground traces left by the dead branches, there are black ants scattered all over the ground, giving people a very mysterious feeling.

Not far away, along the uneven khaki country road.

Wearing a blue floral dress, a Panama hat on her long black and smooth hair, a small yellow flower pinned next to her white ear, which seems to have a floral fragrance, and holding a popsicle in her hand Zhaxi Liqi looked at Zhuge Gen curiously:
"What are you doing here?"

Looking up at Tashi Liqi, although she was shirtless, her face was flushed from the heat.

But at this moment, his eyes are clear, his expression is focused and serious, and he looks like he is going to do something big: "Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, the sky follows the way, and the way follows nature. I……"

Tashi Liqi rolled her eyes:
"speak English."

Zhuge Gen: "..."

Throwing away the dry branches in his hand, Zhuge Gen spread his hands, completely without the appearance of the fairy spirit before:
"Being idle and bored, counting ants to play."

Only then did Tashi Liqi nod, they all came together, who still doesn't know who?

Helping the broom behind the buttocks, what kind of wolf with a big tail are you pretending to be, and you still behave naturally?
I really thought I was a 24-year-old girl who didn't understand anything!
He tidied up his hat, revealing a pretty face.

The profound facial features and the exotic style made people's eyes brighten. Looking up at the desolate countryside around him, Tashi Liqi couldn't help asking curiously:

"Where is Chen Changqing?"

Zhuge Gen shook his head, with a look of grievance and helplessness:
"I don't know. The boss said to buy clothes and let me wait here, but it's been an afternoon."

After getting off the car, Zhaxi Liqi said that she wanted to go out for a stroll.

Because he was afraid of being retaliated by Edwards, a small-minded vampire, Zhuge Gen could only follow Chen Changqing.

After all, he is a compound talent, and he is really not very good at fighting.

Besides, the Wuhou Sect has not always been very good at fighting. The Wuhou Qimen and Wuhou Shenji cultivated, but the former was completely restrained by the Fenghou Qimen, and the latter could not be compared with the Shenji Bailian at all.

This is also the reason why Zhuge Gen focused on the gossip in the Book of Changes.

The congenital gossip is Fuxi, which has been lost because it is too profound.

But Zhou Wenwang's Houtian gossip remained, and Zhuge Gen's main attack was Zhou Wenwang's Houtian gossip. Zhuge Gen was still good at avoiding disasters and seeking blessings.

It's a pity that although there was a previous friendship, Chen Changqing didn't let Zhuge Gen follow him all the time.

After buying two sets of clothes, and some local products of the Golden Triangle, such as herbs and some handicrafts, Chen Changqing said that you stand here obediently, and I will buy you two popsicles.

Then...Chen Changqing disappeared forever.

Zhuge Gen waited from noon until the afternoon.

It was almost night now, and he couldn't see Chen Changqing's popsicle.

The bored Zhuge Gen could only squat on the ground and count ants.

Fortunately, near the evening, the big guy Zhaxi Liqi came back, and seeing Zhuge Gen's pitiful face, Zhaxi Liqi thought for a while, and took out a popsicle:
"Want to eat?"

Subconsciously licked his dry lips, with a sunshade robe on his head, his old face was flushed from the heat, Zhuge Gen's eyes revealed longing:

"Boss, I want to eat!"

Then, under Zhuge Gen's expectant eyes, Zhaxi Liqi opened his mouth.

With a "click", the white teeth cut open the cool popsicle, and Zhaxi Liqi chewed the popsicle triumphantly: "If you want to eat it, go buy it yourself. There is a store in the town. By the way, pay me for the popsicle."

Zhuge Gen: "..."

Let's put it this way, if the opponent is not the reincarnation of the true Buddha, and has a strong combat power at the level of a grand master, just rely on the opponent's character?

It's okay to be beaten to death! ! !

But it's a pity that in the Golden Triangle, big fists make sense.

Mingming was so angry that his teeth were itchy, but seeing Zhaxi Liqi's playful eyes, Zhuge Gen could only shout flatteringly: "No problem, boss, which store is it? I'll go and pay the money in a while."

On the other side, it can only be said that the world is really big.

It was also the ninth day of the first lunar month, the sun was shining brightly in the Golden Triangle, and the temperature was terribly high. Even an old Taoist priest like Zhuge Gen had to take off his Taoist robe and go bare-chested, but in Longhu Mountain thousands of miles away?

This year it snowed late, before it was a sporadic light snow.

It wasn't until the end of the new year that it really snowed.

But half a month later, when everyone thought that there would be no more snow this year, on the second day of the Beginning of Spring, Longhu Mountain suddenly encountered a blizzard, and the heavy snow like goose feathers enveloped the world like a tulle.

With the howling cold wind, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, the whole world was shrouded in white in the blink of an eye.

Pedestrians put on thick clothes one after another, stepped on the loose snowflakes, and the soles of their shoes made a "creaking" sound. On the street, the old man roasting sweet potatoes smiled, and business was not very good on weekdays.

but today?
Holding the dry tobacco roll in his hand, he didn't know whether it was the white mist or the dry smoke. Looking at the roasted sweet potatoes that were mostly sold, the old man tightened his thick military coat, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily opened, revealing a bright smile. smile.

And in the back mountain of Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, on the ordinary mountainside, there is a thatched cottage, which cannot be said to be magnificent, but barely leaks. Four or five-year-old Mrs. Zhang Lingyu is sitting in a small horse superior.

She was wearing a set of Taoist robes, and inside was a warm cotton coat.

A casserole of traditional Chinese medicine was sitting on the small stove in front of it, and it was bubbling at the moment, and the air was filled with a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

The taste is not very good. Anyone who has drunk traditional Chinese medicine will feel bitter in their mouth just by smelling it.

But right now, Mrs. Zhang Lingyu, his attention is not on the pot of Chinese medicine in front of him, but looking to the side with erratic eyes.

It is also a small stove with a small casserole sitting on it, but it is different from the traditional Chinese medicine that is boiled by myself. The soft white sugar, which is loose like sand, gradually melts under high temperature, and finally forms a viscous syrup in the pot.

The fine and sticky air bubbles add a little sweetness to the traditional Chinese medicine in the air.

Because it was too cold, and there was a sudden snowstorm today, even though it was covered by a house and there were two small stoves in the house, Ah Xue still had to put on a thick down jacket, and it was in her slender and dexterous hands.

A bamboo stick that has been washed and polished to be extremely smooth penetrates the pitted hawthorn from the middle.

Seeing the right moment, Ah Xue quickly scooped out a spoonful of boiled syrup from the casserole and poured it along the wrapped candied haws.

The color of hawthorn itself is red, but the color of the surface of raw hawthorn is gray, which makes people feel very unappetizing. As the high-temperature syrup is poured on the surface of hawthorn, the original grayish red becomes brighter. Crystal clear with a touch of golden icing.

It feels like a work of art.

But just this is not a really perfect candied haws.

Seeing Ah Xue hang the candied haws with syrup, Zhang Lingyu who was next to her quickly took it, and then grabbed a handful of fried white sesame seeds from the small pocket sewn on her chest, her white and clean hands just shook .

The white sesame seeds spilled out like a sky full of stars, falling evenly on the candied haws.

The most wonderful thing is that there are so many sesame seeds, but none of them spilled out.

This control over power is absolutely excellent at Zhang Lingyu's age.

Looking at the bright red color in his hand, the crystal-clear sugar-coated candied haws sprinkled with fragrant white sesame seeds, Zhang Lingyu swallowed involuntarily. From the watery eyes that were shining with anticipation at this moment, it can be seen that this young lady is very happy. want to eat.

But in the end?
Wiping the corners of her mouth, Zhang Lingyu obediently tied the candied haws on the grass target tied tightly with straw.

(End of this chapter)