80s Taoism

"I beg the King of Herbs to hurry down to the mandala with me. I was born on the second day of the second lunar month. I gave birth to the King of Herbs at the time of the garrison. I gave birth to three daughters in a row. I went to see the herbs on Dongyue Mountain and the flowers on Nanyue Mountain. I asked my ancestors to sow grains, and my master to grow seedlings. At the first watch, we planted the seeds, and at the second watch, we gave birth to seedlings..."

Young people are awesome, but Zhang Jiaohua invited the gods to cultivate the land. If the patriarch wakes up, he wonders if he will spank some kid. But Zhang Jiaohua can't control so much. So this night, a brand-new rice planting method appeared in Meiziao. Poke a hole and scatter two or three grains. The density is exactly according to the instructions on the grain bag. Row spacing and plant spacing are very strict. The most bizarre thing is that after all the seeds went to the field, there was not a single footprint left in the rice field. Zhang Jiaohua didn't get his feet dirty at all, it was all done by Jin Hu and others. These guys don't know how tired they are, but they still have the same interest as Zhang Jiaohua in this kind of new affairs. The five ghosts cooperate like an automated machine. A few thousand dandelions kept poking the holes accurately in the front, and sprinkled the seeds three by three into the holes accurately at the back, and the last one sprinkled a little plant ash diluted with soil into the hole. This is exactly the way to grow beans. Seeds are not like that.

Early in the morning, Zhang Manyin hurried over, "Beggar, where's the seed?"

Zhang Jiaohua had finished her morning exercise, had just taken a cold shower, and ran out of the house naked wearing only a pair of underpants.

"Why don't you wear clothes? Put on your clothes quickly, don't freeze." At this time, the weather is still very cold, especially in the morning, Zhang Manyin said hastily.

"It's not cold at all. I'm still sweating." Zhang Jiaohua is not afraid of the cold at all.

"That doesn't work either. If you are sick with cold, you will need an injection." Zhang Manyin threatened.

Zhang Jiaohua then entered the house, found some clothes to put on, but they were also very thin.

"Where are the seeds? Didn't you ask you to hang them on the beams?" Zhang Manyin searched around, where is the shadow of the grain seeds?

"It's all been planted in the fields." Zhang Jiaohua was still a little proud.

"Ah, you caused a disaster. How did you grow it?" Zhang Manyin felt a little distressed about the money for the bag of seeds, which was about ten yuan. That's all for nothing.

"It's like planting beans. I planted them last night." Zhang Jiaohua brought Zhang Manyin to the edge of the field and pointed to the neatly arranged small holes in the field.

"You intrusive..." Zhang Manyin was about to scold Zhang Jiaohua for being foolish, but when he saw everything in the field, he was completely stunned.

In every hole in the field, a seedling as high as a finger has grown. Zhang Manyin is an experienced old farmer, so he can tell at a glance that it is definitely a seedling! But how can the seedlings grow up overnight and grow so tall? This is completely beyond the common sense that Zhang Manyin knows.

"Grandpa, you can see that the seedlings are growing. Is it right to plant like this?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"How do I know?" Zhang Manyin said angrily. It is the first time I have seen such a kind of rice in the land that has been planted all my life. Ask him if he knows. I know shit.

Zhang Manyin knew that this grandson might have used some weird spells again. I don't know how the rice yield will be when planted in this way. But even if it has been planted like this, and seedlings have grown, how will the future yield be, it will be cut off Zhang Jiaohua's fortune. Forget it, forget it, just follow the grandson who caused a disaster to do whatever he wants.

Without saying anything, Zhang Manyin went back with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Jiaohua looked at his grandfather's back, originally hoping for a few words of praise from his grandfather. Unexpectedly, he played a riddle and left.

Zhang Jiaohua didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this, the Patriarch and the others were idle anyway, so I asked them to come over and do a little favor. The patriarchs and the others came to help with farming, so they are better than ordinary farmers, right?

If the Patriarch knew that Zhang Jiaohua doubted their farming skills, would a thunderbolt strike and kill some traitor?

After cooking in the morning, I was too lazy to cook, so I climbed to the toon vegetable tree, picked a few tender green toon leaf buds, put them in a mortar and ground them, added a little salt to them, and mixed a little hot sauce, and the simple breakfast meal was ready. This Chinese toon leaf has a strong smell. People who like this smell think this Chinese toon leaf is a delicacy in the world. But for the villagers of Meizi'ao, this Chinese toon leaf is a side dish to deal with. The ingredients can be picked everywhere, and the production process is extremely simple. There is also a special meal.

After eating enough, Zhang Jiaohua happily went to school humming the song "I'm going to school, I'm not late every day".

Zhang Jiaohua's position is no longer the last one. Although his stature is not the first in the class, he is at least one of the top few. But Zhang Jiaohua's grades are good. Although Gong Ziyuan didn't care much about Zhang Jiaohua, he thought in his heart, if you don't study, I'll put you in the front. Even if you don't want to listen or learn, you can't help yourself. Therefore, Zhang Jiaohua's position was placed under the podium. In the past, no one was willing to sit with Zhang Jiaohua except the mute, but the situation has changed now. In fact, many people are willing to sit with Zhang Jiaohua. He is the first in the class in grades, and he still has skills. Earn more coins, adults earn more. Naturally, all the children in the class were willing to sit with Zhang Jiaohua. However, Gong Ziyuan may be out of concern for Zhang Jiaohua's feelings. The mute was deliberately arranged at the same table as Zhang Jiaohua. Now every day, the mute is arrogant. Because sitting under the podium shows that the teacher pays attention to himself.

Zhang Jiaohua didn't want to sit under the podium at all. He used to read whatever books he wanted, but now he was arranged to read miscellaneous books under the podium. Well, I listened to the class and flipped through the book, but I flipped from the front to the back of the class, and didn't scan the content much. Except that the pinyin is boring, tasteless and awkward, there seems to be nothing difficult. Sometimes Zhang Jiaohua didn't understand why he had to learn Pinyin. I know all the characters, can read and write, why should I learn pinyin? It's like a person with sound legs going to learn to use crutches. Isn't Pinyin just to help illiterate people learn to read?

Zhang Jiaohua thought of learning those crooked runes in his dream again, it was really boring. If it weren't for so many boards in the dream, how could I remember it? When writing pinyin with the teacher, Zhang Jiaohua unknowingly drew a fire talisman on it. After finishing the drawing, the pen paused, and the piece of paper directly turned into a ball of flames. Teacher Gong was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he sat down on the ground, but when he took a closer look, where did the fire come from?