Chapter 258

With these words, Gu Zheng actually left behind the Zhu brothers who were stunned by his own force, pushed the car like a flying pace and climbed the hillside.

When the two brothers recovered, they could only see a small black spot on the Banpo mountain at the foot of the hillside.

At this time, without Gu Zheng's oppression, Zhu Chonger looked up at the mountains with half awe and half worship.

"Younger brother, do you think that elder martial brother really has the posture of an immortal? I can't say, which eminent monk is really reincarnated?"

Zhu Yuanzhang, on the other side, threw off the confusion on his face. After cutting a sound, he returned loudly: "why do you care so much, second brother."

"Whether he is a ghost or a God, as long as he does what he says and teaches me to read."

"What high man but low man, I Zhu Chongba, will one day be able to achieve his achievements!"

After that, it was like being angry with others. He gritted his teeth and pushed the car to the top.

This little unicycle saves energy when walking on the flat ground, but once it goes up the slope, it starts to work hard.

For Gu Zheng's behavior of walking on the ground, the second brother of the Zhu family is more in awe, while Zhu Yuanzhang's heart is even more unwilling.

He made the strength to eat milk. Finally, after pushing up the slope, he fell down on the empty field in front of the warehouse, but only saw Gu Zheng with an indifferent face, copying two dancing bright yellow sleeves and quietly looking at his embarrassment.

"Squeak"

The door of the warehouse was opened, and Gu Zheng gave way to the entrance: "move the grain in."

With that, he stopped talking, still maintained such a posture and stayed quietly outside the door.

Zhu Yuanzhang gritted his teeth and carried a bag of rice. When he carried the rice into the mysterious warehouse where no one except Gu Zheng came in, there was only a click in his heart.

Here!

This was what he thought was the granary of Huangjue temple, which was full of grain. The grain in it was about to be eaten up.

Until this time, Zhu Yuanzhang immediately understood the meaning of what Gu Zheng did at the foot of the mountain.

The world was so difficult that a monk lowered his head that he had never stayed for the secular world.

Inexplicably, Zhu Yuanzhang's mood was complicated.

He didn't know why, so he suddenly felt a little more sympathy for this fierce but cowardly senior brother.

If the world is prosperous and the people are strong, can his senior brother devote himself to Buddhism and serve the Buddha like ordinary monks, and finally reach the status of a generation of eminent monks?

But now, for their livelihood, they are buried in this mediocre secular world.

Suddenly, Zhu Yuanzhang didn't intend to take revenge on the elder martial brother in front of him when he developed in the future.

In fact, the elder martial brother didn't do anything too much.

That is, scolding and swearing, insulting the other party's personality from the soul, attacking other people's confidence, and making such punishments as ring stick and ruler in the body.

The punished martial brothers, that is, lying casually in bed for two or three days, still didn't die.

……

If you think so... You'll be powerful in the future, you'll still have to give a small punishment and a big admonition.

Zhu Yuanzhang was so flirtatious that his men gave Quan Kang the sacks in the car.

Then he saw the eldest martial brother at the door. He skillfully hung six locks, waved his big sleeve and said, "go, waiter Zhu Chonger and Zhu Yuanzhang, let me practice calligraphy!"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked down at his trembling left and right hands who were tired of pushing the car uphill and carrying sacks. He whispered, "I'm a big man, I'll be rich to death!"

Yes! All the angry dialects came out.

However, even if the villain in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart threw Gu Zheng around, it would have no impact on the real senior brother.

He went to the morning class hall on weekdays, knelt down slowly in front of the low table in the middle, and the string of beads carved from unknown wood began to rotate slowly with the movement of his fingers.

When Gu Zheng finished turning a circle of beads, the two brothers of the Zhu family opposite him found the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he sent out from the back hall, and sat down nervously.

Gu Zheng knew the hearts of the two boys. In the Dayuan Dynasty, southerners like Zhu Yuanzhang would not be allowed to read.

Not only that, but all the folk ironware were seized by the imperial court.

Even the rake used to turn over the land and the scissors at home are about to become limited rations. It can be seen how scared the Great Yuan Dynasty is. After the people belonging to the south are literate and reasonable, they recreate their anti-government.

Therefore, it is conceivable that a rural boy can have a chance to read.

However, even such opportunities are cherished by some and not cherished by others.

Gu Zheng's is also twenty big characters. Zhu Yuanzhang has firmly remembered them during this period of time. He has used more spare time to start to master the correct writing posture and began to practice calligraphy.

His brother didn't even write down ten words.

But Zhu Chonger himself didn't want to learn much.

Nowadays, the life in the temple is happy enough for the farmers who can eat enough. It seems that living in the temple is not a hard life.

In addition, people always have the distinction between Stupidity and intelligence. They have no desire in their hearts. Even if they are saints, they can't force it.

Children cannot be taught.

Gu Zheng also let him go.

Originally, his goal at the beginning was not Zhu Chonger, but Zhu Yuanzhang painted red again and again in front of him, even though his wrists were tired and trembling.

It seems that Zhu Chonger, who turned over his teaching plan and went to bed, didn't have so much thought, but he was pierced by the hard objects on the bed.

"Brother, what did you put in the bed?"

"Oh," Zhu Yuanzhang glanced down at the small package in front of him and returned carelessly, "the basic calligraphy book given by the Lord of hell."

"Let me see? The eldest martial brother said that if I don't want to have trouble learning Chinese characters, I can learn them slowly every day. I can learn five characters a day, and I can read through the basic books in a year."

"Hey, brother, do you think the eldest martial brother is actually a good man? It's just that he has a poisonous mouth and a cruel hand."

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang spewed a mocking cold air from his nostrils, and saw that his second brother had curiously beaten the small burden.

"I'll go! There are cakes!"

In this small package, there were four vegetable cakes wrapped in oil paper lying quietly.

Don't look, it's the kind they usually eat.

Two of them are slightly dry and hard, and the other two are still warm. The Zhu brothers know that this must be the rations of the eldest martial brother.

"The eldest martial brother left it for us. Why do you think the eldest martial brother left us cakes?"

"Is this a reward for transporting goods for the temple today? Then this elder martial brother is really a fair man. He can do so."

"If the elder martial brother hits me again in the future, I won't hide. We must have done something wrong before we will be beaten."

Zhu Chonger, who didn't think much at all, picked up the cake in the paper bag and ate it. After he wolfed down one, he saw the younger brother with more eyes than a donkey looking at him carefully: "no harm?"

"Nothing? What's the matter?"

"That's good. I thought Lord Yan thought we ate too much and planned to poison us with cakes."

Zhu Chonger: I and they are really hungry. When four cakes are stuffed by them, these two farm children realize for the first time what it means to eat and sleep again.

They don't understand how the elder martial brother patiently left such delicious food for them, but it won't reduce the popularity of the two people miso because of four cakes.

Only at this time, Gu Zheng, who was too hungry to sleep in his cabin, knew that he could not swallow the painful bread that pulled his throat.

Now he is very upset. He can't sleep anyway. Just get up and have a look at the wasteland in the back mountain.

Hungry and flustered, Gu Zheng turned to the flat slope of the mountain behind the temple, where several rows of wheat in the dry land were wilting and drooping.

Even if there is a sacrificial field in their little temple, they can't stand the devastation of this damn dry day. Basically, they can't expect any harvest from the crops in this field.

There are not many people in the temple. There will be enough temples to serve normal people, let alone assign people to farm.

And now all Gu Zheng's attention is not in the field with no harvest at all, but all on the small animals sneaking up on the edge of the field.

I don't know whether it's a vole or a hare. No matter which kind it is, it all represents a thing, meat!

Gu Zheng here didn't wait for a bad dog to jump on the food and catch a rabbit. He laughed and forgot the client in the book space, holding hands with the little green ball, and wailed in it.

"I'm a monk! I'm a monk! My Buddha is merciful! I'm sorry for you, Bodhisattva!"

"Don't break the precepts! Don't break the precepts! It has been detected that the host has thoughts and behaviors that violate the original intention of the strongest Abbot system. Please stop at the precipice, or you will be punished by electric shock!"

Upon hearing what little green ball said, Gu Zheng and xiaoforgetshu made the following voice: "hmm? Punishment?"

What are you?

It's easy to eat.

Looking at the bloody mouth of the smile forgetting book, the little green ball buried himself in the client's chest and cried: "Wow! Didn't I give you good seeds suitable for planting in the wasteland? Why don't you plant the land! Whining."

The client on one side also protested: "that is, monks are merciful and often fight and kill. What about your kindness?"

The smiling forgetting book on one side looked at the client with great contempt. If you had been kind at the beginning, now it and Gu Zheng would not catch mice and eat them in this small temple in the wilderness.

But Gu Zheng, who was reminded by the two, ran back to the temple in two or three steps. In a moment, he carried the bag of seeds.

"It's quite heavy. I don't know what kind of seed it is?"

When he opened his pocket, Gu Zheng knew that it was definitely a golden finger.

The grain seeds in the pocket turned out to be potatoes long after the collapse of the Dayuan Dynasty.

This kind of field in every corner can harvest a large area of food crops, which is really very suitable for planting in this kind of barren mountains and fields.

In order to control the crops against the sky and not to change the history of the world too much, Gu Zheng roughly looked at the number of seeds given by the strongest Abbot system, which would be enough to sow in a wasteland behind the temple.

The well water in the temple can't supply the vast fertile fields farther away.

Unfortunately, the potatoes harvested from this area may be enough for the monks of the whole temple to spend the disaster years smoothly.

Seeing Gu Zheng here, his heart surged incomparably. He couldn't care about the unknown animal in front of him, so he let others slip into the forest and escape.

He just climbed back to the back temple with some trembling. When he came back, he had a bundle of kindling made of straw and firewood in his hand.

All the onlookers looked at Gu Zheng, who did not play cards according to common sense, and took out two full and huge potatoes from the sack. With the ignited flame, they were stuffy under the newly ashed straw.

But in a moment, the fragrance of baked potatoes filled the quiet night.

Accompanied by this fragrance, a group of eminent monks buried their faces on the black potatoes without even taking care of the skin. They were like eating the most delicious chicken leg in the world, fighting to death with this incomparably high-temperature potato.

Behind him are three small balls in the space, and they began to express their opinions and reminders silently.

Abbot system Xiaolv: "this is distributed to you as a seed, which will be of great use in the future temple construction."

The client's soul body: "waste, waste, such a thing called bean soil. Although I haven't tasted it, I also know the meaning of the word improved seed."

"I don't know how much a bean soil can be harvested when planted in dry land?"