[Onmyoji] Fengshen's dad's daily life

The rainy season seemed to be so long that there was no end in sight, not only did Little Demon Fox feel unhappy, but Yimulian's mood was also visibly depressed.

Yimulian hates rainy days very much, the continuous rain for nearly a month can't spoil my mood any more!

In the afternoon, when the sky was still as dark as day and night, Yimulian asked the little monster to send the baked bedding back to each bedroom, and then went to the kitchen to brew wine.

Those immature plums were washed and put in a basket, and had been dried. I looked at the number of plums at a glance, found an empty jar big enough, took out enough rock sugar, and started winemaking.

In fact, the weather like this is not suitable for wine making, the humidity is too high, but Yimulian is not a human being, he can use demon power to control the air humidity and temperature in a small range, although it is a bit troublesome, but it is not too difficult.

A large basket of green plums was processed and stuffed into five jars, rock sugar and green plums were spread layer by layer, and finally wine was poured into the jars, and the jars were sealed and put away.

He glanced at the five jars placed in the cellar, pinched his chin and thought about it, thinking that when the rainy season was over, he would brew some other wine.

Just as he was about to walk out of the kitchen, a large orange head suddenly poked in from the outside. He was startled at a glance, and leaned back, avoiding the large handful of emerald greens that almost swept his face, "...Little five?"

The orange dragon with a large handful of lotus pods in its mouth shook its head at him, its mane was wet, and water droplets slid off its smooth dragon scales and dripped on the ground. A red dragon emerged from behind it with a sprig in its mouth. lotus.

"So many lotus pods?" Yimulian patted Julong's forehead, helping it wipe off the water droplets on its face, "Want to eat lotus seed soup?"

The orange dragon nodded, and the red dragon put his head under Yimulian's hands, and wanted to pat his head too.

Yimulian touched the red dragon with a smile, thought for a while, and said, "I remember there are still a lot of white fungus and barley. I will make sweet soup for you to eat, so I can get rid of the humidity, okay?"

The two dragon heads nodded quickly, and found a place to watch Yimu Lian making sweet soup, staring intently at it, and gently patted the dragon's tail, looking very much looking forward to it.

In the classroom, two little boys are practicing calligraphy.

The copybook the two of them traced was Huang's handwriting, and Huang's handwriting was a little better than Yimulian's, so they asked the two children to copy his handwriting.

Little Demon Fox and Little Tengu are still too young and have weak wrists, so they can only write a little more beautifully when tracing characters. In normal writing, Huang does not require them to write more beautifully, as long as they are neat.

The two boys were copying copybooks on one table, and Huang was making new copybooks on the other table. The classroom was quiet and harmonious.

After finishing a copybook, the little tengu put the filled paper on the other side and continued to practice calligraphy. The little demon fox took a breath, put down the pen, got up and approached Huang's side, stretched out his chubby little hand: " Huang-chan~ My hands are so tired!"

Huang turned his head to look at him for a while, finally put down his pen, took the little demon fox over and rubbed his hands for him, "delicate."

This sound didn't mean to reprimand or blame, but it was very tolerant and gentle. The little fox fell into his arms, its furry fox ears trembled, and it squinted its eyes and hummed softly.

Tengu raised his head and looked at them, and Arara also glanced at him.

Then Xiaotiangou raised his eyelashes, rolled his eyes at him, and continued to practice calligraphy seriously with his head down.

Huang sighed in his heart, thinking that he would definitely catch this dog and pinch him later.

The little demon fox was drowsy in Huang's arms, suddenly felt his ears being rubbed, and heard Huang's calm and indifferent voice.

"Okay, let's rest for a while after practicing three characters."

"Huh?" The little demon fox pricked up his ears and opened his eyes, full of energy, "Okay! Thank you Huangjiang! Goofy, let's go play~"

"Okay." Little Tengu responded, and after writing the last few words, he put down his pen, followed Little Demon Fox out of the classroom with a fan in his arms, "It's raining, where are we going to play?"

"Over there, over there!"

The two children quickly ran away, their feet clattering on the wooden corridor floor, which was covered by the patter of rain.

Huang got up and went to pick up the two children's handwriting practice papers for inspection. He held the little tengu's paper in his left hand and the little demon fox's paper in his right hand. Comparing the two sides, he found that the little tengu's handwriting was obviously much neater and made great progress.

He was quite satisfied. After tidying up the messy little table, he lay down beside him, suspended the book in front of him, and lay down to read.

The little demon fox and the little tengu ran through a long corridor to the pond.

The lotus was planted in the pond, and the flowers were blooming at this time, so the annoying rainy weather did not affect the flowering period. Several flowers happened to bloom next to the corridor, and they could be picked with one hand.

The little demon fox ran over, hugged the pillar with one arm, and reached out to pick the flowers.

Little Tengu quickly hugged his tail, and worriedly told him: "Fox, don't fall."

"Don't worry, Lian Jiang has pasted a guardian charm here, nothing will happen!" The little demon fox was not afraid at all, grabbed a petal of the lotus with his small hand, and pulled it, but failed to pick it off. Tear off a petal.

The little demon fox felt a little regretful, and the little Tiangou held the petals in both hands and looked at them, tilting his head, "This petal looks like a boat."

"Eh? Then let's use this to make a boat?" The little demon fox was in high spirits, so he did what he said and searched for materials everywhere. "This is for the bottom of the boat. I'll see if there are any boat poles..."

The little tengu followed behind him holding lotus petals, and the two children walked along the long corridor and in the misty and picturesque deep courtyard.