The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

Anyway, I have time to do things, besides, in this small village among the mountains, Zhong Wen feels quite at ease, just like being a king of the mountain.

In addition to being comfortable, of course there is also a sense of intimacy.

However, in the past few days, the last thing Zhong Wen wants to see is that big bear's second wife.

That Er Niang, every morning, would always come over to say hello to Zhong Wen and something.

In fact, although Zhong Wen is a Taoist priest, in this remote mountain forest, his status is indeed noble, and it is normal for him to be treated well by others.

But the second mother came here early in the morning to say hello, like a happy event, Zhong Wen couldn't bear it.

Every time, whenever Zhong Wen sees the Erniang, he must run away.

If, in this village, there was no Er Niang, Zhong Wen might have stayed here for a while longer, perhaps not necessarily for half a month or a month.

However, with the presence of the second mother, Zhong Wen had to consider whether he should leave earlier.

A nagging believer, probably any Taoist leader, would choose to avoid it, let alone a little Taoist priest Zhong Wen.

In the afternoon of the same day, Big Xiong and the others came back from hunting a wild boar in the forest.

Neither big nor small, less than two hundred catties.

Every young man was not injured, and when they came back, everyone's face was full of excitement.

And this day, Zhong Wen didn't even follow him, and the wild boar they hunted was hunted by themselves without Zhong Wen's help.

Why did Zhong Wen go?

Naturally, he went to hide.

Although he didn't follow Big Bear and the others to hunt in the forest, he still ran around in the forest to check what was nearby.

As far as Zhong Wen's investigation went this time, he knew that there were a lot of wild beasts within a radius of twenty miles.

Of course, the farther to the northwest, the more beasts Zhong Wen couldn't count.

Because, the farther you go to the northwest, you will be in the direction of Zhongnan Mountain.

The mountains are high, the forests are dense, and the thorns are densely covered. There are all kinds of animals and beasts scattered everywhere, even big tigers and bears.

"Master Dao, this is the wild boar we hunted today, and this pig's head is dedicated to you."

Just like yesterday, Big Bear chopped off the wild boar's head and handed it to Zhong Wen who had just returned.

"Don't give me the pig's head in the future."

When Zhong Wen saw Zhutou again, his first reaction was to refuse.

He already became a pig's head yesterday, but today, he didn't want to be a pig's head again, and directly refused the pig's head that Big Bear handed over.

"This……"

"Keep it to yourself."

After Zhong Wen finished speaking, he walked towards Xiaobao, and after giving instructions, he turned around and left again with his sword, heading towards the forest.

Pig head, I won't ask for it anymore.

If you want more, then you are still a pig.

However, Zhong Wen finally confessed to Xiao Bao, asking him to help Da Xiong and the others cook the wild pork, just like he himself did with the pig's head yesterday, it should be clean and how it should be done.

But he himself was going to go into the forest to get something he wanted to eat and come back.

He ran around in the forest today and saw a lot of bamboo shoots.

So, this trip, Zhong Wen is going to get some bamboo shoots back, so that he can make bamboo shoots to eat, at least, it can also relieve slander.

I haven't had it for a month or two, and I still miss it.

In fact, without good conditions, Zhong Wen would either eat barbecue or pancakes.

But under the current conditions, try to cook as much delicious food as possible, at least, you have to be worthy of the cuckoo in your stomach.

In other words, this pork head meat is actually not bad.

Just like those pig ears, Zhong Wen likes to eat them.

However, under the current conditions, the fishy smell is hard to get rid of. If it is really cooked, the taste will definitely not lose to braised pork.

In Zhong Wen's previous life, when the Chinese New Year came, he would kill the New Year's pig.

That scene was very lively.

As long as any family kills the New Year pigs, many children will run to watch the excitement.

Pig butcher dish, in Jiangxi Province, is a home-cooked dish. Similarly, it is also a dish for entertaining pig butchers, and it is also a family feast during the Spring Festival.

It's just that the pig-killing dishes in Gan Province are not famous, but the pig-killing dishes in the Northeast are very famous.

Just like a famous dish in Gan Province, Three Cup Chicken.Many people thought it was a dish from Wanwan, but this dish is indeed an authentic famous dish in Jiangxi Province.

A cup of tea oil, a cup of soy sauce, and a cup of rice wine contributed to the origin of the Three Cups of Chicken in Gan Province.In Zhong Wen's previous life, as a native of Gan Province, he naturally liked the flavor of Gan Province, and the dishes he cooked were basically in the style of Gan Province.

It's just that there is no pepper in this era. If there is such a fetish, Zhong Wen would not even want to be a Taoist priest, and he would have to open a restaurant.

After all, this is the memory of Zhong Wen's previous life, and it is the deepest memory in his heart.

Chapter 187 I don't want to be the second master of Yazhai

Another morning.

And in the early morning of this day, after Zhong Wen finished his meditation, he stood in front of Xiao Bao's house, dazed in a daze.

In fact, Zhong Wen was thinking about whether he should leave here today.

Zhong Wen has been here for several days, and logically, he should leave.

It's just that Zhong Wen likes the simple folk customs here, and he likes the people here even more.

There are no intrigues, and there are no quarrels between neighbors, but there is harmony.

However, there are some voices of adults beating children every morning.

Little baby, there will always be some inconspicuous things, such as just grabbing anything and sending it to the mouth, such as crawling around, wearing or dirtying the clothes.

Such a simple matter basically became a reason for parents to beat up their children.