Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

After drinking milk, Xiaoguan rolled around in the haystack with his lamb friend.

lamb:.....

When the official left, the lamb lay down beside its mother and closed its eyes to sleep. It was very tired so early in the morning.

The sound of footsteps was heard. The official looked at his mother, hugged Mingzhu Zhuoma's legs and smiled foolishly, then ran out to play with the little lama.

He knew his brother was chanting, but he couldn't understand and wanted to sleep.

Dede was there too, and they were all chanting scriptures.

In the scripture chanting hall, the voices of Aren and the young lama echoed inside, and the small official climbed up the threshold little by little.

He finally managed to turn over. He also knew it was cold outside, so he closed the door.

With a creak, he came in.

The young official was a smart man. As soon as he came in, he fell asleep in Dede's arms.

Lama Nurin: . . . .

I am chanting scriptures, not a lullaby.

The little lama smiled secretly and continued chanting.

Zhang Fulin came back dragging a big wild boar and carrying firewood.

After everything was sorted out, they started slaughtering the pigs and dug a hole to bury the unwanted things.

Just put what you need in the yard. The snow is a natural refrigerator anyway.

Hang it up when it's frozen solid.

Eat when needed.

There were also frozen dead pheasants in the firewood pile.

After drinking a bowl of mutton porridge, Zhang Fulin felt full of energy when he saw Bai Ma.

Mingzhu Zhuoma glanced at Baima and said, “Your man is a little stupid.”

Bai Ma: . . . . .

"Fulin, go and give food to the master and the little lama."

Zhang Fulin nodded and looked at the three bowls of porridge. He suddenly remembered that he had a son.

When he opened the door, he saw three pairs of eyes looking at him.

The old lama naturally took the bowl, and the young lama wanted to feed the young official, but when he saw Zhang Fulin, he gave the young official's bowl to him.

The young official rubbed his eyes and he smelled a fragrance.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the man called Abba.

Naruhito said to the junior officer, "Call someone."

"people."

Fortunately, the little lama didn't drink the porridge, but his hands were shaking a little. He put the porridge down and turned his back and started shaking.

After shaking himself, he still looked serious. Seeing that Nur Lama did not seem to be disturbed at all, he knew that his practice was not enough.

Zhang Fulin was choked. He had never seen such a child in the Zhang family.

Of course, he has never seen such a young child. He would normally only see one when he is three years old.

But the adults are very busy and don't pay much attention to the children.

Doesn't he remember being like this when he was a kid?

But I don’t care why he doesn’t move.

"Hungry."

Zhang Fulin was moved. After they had been together for a long time, the little official would call him "Dad".

As he ate the porridge mouthful by mouthful, Xiaoguan instinctively regarded the father that his mother had mentioned as a tool.

He doesn't shout, he just calls people.

Dede said.

Nur Lama: . . . .

And my business.

You little rascal, little official.

After chanting the sutras and having breakfast, they took a walk in the Lama temple.

The sun shone on the young official's body, and he didn't hate the man he called "Aba" so much anymore.

The little lama hadn't seen Zhang Fulin for a long time, and asked him how long he could stay here and whether he had to go back.

Zhang Fulin held his fat son in his arms, and whispered, "This son is as heavy as a weight."

"I won't have to go back for at least a few decades."

Lama Deren was relieved. It would take a few decades, but not just a few decades. In just over ten years, the Zhang family would collapse.

It will only be faster without the petty officials.

"Don't worry, you and Bai Ma will have a smooth road ahead, and I will be able to grow up happily."

Lama Deren’s words made Zhang Fulin feel at ease, and he believed everything his master said.

Because Bai Ma is alive.

He doesn't believe in gods, but he will believe as long as Bai Ma can survive.

"Man, you're smiling."

When the official looked up, he saw the bright smiling face of the man he called Abba.

"Yes, I am laughing."

Zhang Fulin touched the official's head and said, "You will have a different future."

You are different from your father.

Even when the little lama grew up and became old, he still remembered this painting.

He held the hand of the Lama Nur Rinpoche, and so did I.

Naren touched the little lama's head and picked him up, saying, "What I have, you have too."

They all have their own backers.

Lunch was: yam steamed buns, tea-flavored pig's trotters, buckwheat noodles, buckwheat cakes, Medog stone pot chicken, fried rice with wild vegetables, roast beef, and braised pig's trotters. The only vegetable was wild vegetable egg drop soup, which was a huge bowl.

The young official and the young lama took a big sip to show their approval, and they ate the noodles with a big bite of braised pork trotter.

The pig's trotters were warmed up in advance, and the two little guys had greasy faces after eating.

Xiaoguan was finally able to bite it. It was so soft, sweet and smooth that he ate it without opening his eyes.

"Mom, it's delicious, eat."

"Okay, Mom, eat."

Bai Ma was smiling, drinking barley wine, eating buckwheat cakes, and looking at the people around her. This was what the Chinese New Year was like.

Mingzhu Zhuoma likes to drink kumis, and this is a rare day when she can get drunk.

Naruhito and Zhang Fulin also clinked their glasses, wishing a new year and a wonderful day.

The little official who had gnawed on a pig's trotter was now gnawing on a chicken leg. He finally got to eat some meat. It was delicious, really delicious.

Anyway, ever since I started eating meat, my catchphrase every day has been "meat, meat". "Is there any meat today?"

Or it could be stewed eggs, he has a special liking for these two.

The little lama is no longer at the age of craving for meat. He is not like the younger brother of the young official.

Because his teeth are changing, he hasn't been talking much lately.

One is growing teeth and the other is changing teeth. It is fate that they are happening at the same time.

Zhang Fulin also started chanting scriptures when he had nothing to do, but I liked the way he laughed.

It looks like practicing martial arts.

He was just gesticulating nearby.

But Xiaoguan is still young, it can only happen after he is three years old, and he can just treat it as a toy when he is over one year old.

In the past, the activities of minor officials were limited to Lama temples.

After Zhang Fulin came, there was an extra car.

He would direct people wherever he wanted to go.

When Zhang Fulin instinctively wanted to refuse, he remembered that this had nothing to do with the Zhang family.

As a result, the relationship between the two improved visibly.

Bai Ma sorted out the things Zhang Fulin brought, some for herself and some for making clothes for everyone.

The little official who used to fall down when walking has grown up. He is three years old now and can stand steadily.

Now I can learn martial arts from Zhang Fulin.

Bai Ma also taught the young official some simple words.

The self-taught official could already recite the scriptures. Although he could not read, it did not stop him from memorizing them.

The little ball became more and more round, and sometimes it would roll down from the snow pile.

The little lama became more and more steady and often went to the snow pile to look for his younger brother.

Zhang Fulin finally shared a room with Bai Ma.

The price he paid was that he was drenched in the bed's urine. That's right, the little official, who didn't like to wet the bed, did it on purpose.

Only after accepting it reluctantly did Zhang Fulin have a good life.

Others were thrown out of their mother's room, but he was kicked out of his room by his children.

The three-year-old Xiaoguan slept between his father and mother, smiling sweetly.

However, he had recently learned some martial arts and had mastered some tricks. He automatically avoided his mother and took the initiative to attack Zhang Fulin.

Zhang Fulin: . . .

You are so smart.

He knows who to hit even when he's asleep.