[Journey to the West] The monster took me away again

Ordinary monks never thought about this question, and the one who was asked obediently replied: "I don't know."

Xuanzang took off the palm that was covering his face, revealing his red and hot face, raised his chin and leaned over to kiss the person in his arms, "Since that's the case, why don't we try the same thing, is it so annoying?"

The warm breath came over, and kissed the moist and translucent lips that had been kissed.

"I don't hate it." After being kissed a few times, Chen Wei felt that not only his face was surprisingly hot, but even his ears seemed to be so hot that he wanted to take a dip in cold water.

"Open your mouth."

The mortal monk opened his mouth.

It's just that the pecking action started to take a step forward, slowly penetrated into it, and entangled with it intimately.

"Will this be disgusting?"

"--Won't."

"Tongue sticking out."

"------"

Xuanzang hugged the man who was kneeling in his arms, the waist he held under his palm trembled greenly and sensitively, but the owner of the body obediently let him ask for it.

People are reluctant to let go, but also greedy to get more, more.

The mortal monk, who was rubbing his ears and temples, fell on the desk with a fluttering body, and only after a while did he try to push the person away, covered his numb tongue, breathed messily, and said: "I won't come, that's enough."

"Look, you don't hate any of these."

"I don't hate it." Although Chen Wei felt hot and uncomfortable, he still bit the bullet and met the pair of eyes staring at him: "Let me think about it again."

"Row."

Xuanzang didn't push him any more, the future is long, they still have a long future, there is no need to push people too hard for a moment of pleasure.

He had plenty of time, and slowly gave Chen Wei opportunities to wake up to their true relationship little by little.

When going to bed at night, Chen Wei lay on the bed refreshed after taking a shower, looking at the painted patterns on the beams, thinking that it would be difficult for him to fall asleep that night.

As a result, he fell asleep in less than a cup of tea, and even had a dream that he would forget when he woke up.

I can't remember what the dream was, I just remember that it seemed like a beautiful dream.

Those who got up late in the morning turned over and lay face outward. Xuanzang, who slept on the outside, got up early to teach in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, while Chen Wei lay alone and looked at the empty seat next door.

Stretching out a hand from under the quilt, he groped for the empty space next door that had long since lost its temperature. His mind couldn't help thinking about what happened in the Sutra Pavilion last night.

"Maybe it's a dream?"

The person lying on the side retracted that hand and pressed his lips, and persuaded himself confidently: "It must be because I was so dizzy from being busy in the Sutra Pavilion last night that I didn't even know when I fell asleep. Have that dream!"

Thinking of this, the lying person turned over and sat up, quickly put on his shoes and got off the ground.

Passing the desk while going to wash, Chen Wei saw the diary on the desk was opened and laid flat again from the corner of his eye.

The person who went out turned to the desk, picked up the diary on the desk, held it to him, and looked at the latest content written on it.

"It's not a dream, nor a fantasy. Breakfast is at Hu Jiu's."

"Touch!" The mortal monk threw the diary down, and jumped out of the room as if it was hot.

The cool wind outside the door could not dissipate the heat from his face. Chen Wei glanced at Hu Jiu not far away. The other party had been waiting for more than half an hour guarding a food box.

Now seeing the master coming out, he jumped up on the spot and waved his two front paws, signaling the other party to look over: "Master, Fanfan."

"Wait."

Chen Wei glanced at it and thought of the content in the diary just now, and quickly turned his head aside, without looking at Hu Jiu, he went to the well to wash his face and brush his teeth.

"The master has a bad temper when he gets up." Bai Jian was hanging on a thin branch, seeing Chen Wei's appearance in a daze.

Obviously half an hour ago, that bad monk seemed to be in a particularly good mood when he went out. He didn't know what bad things he had done, and he even said hello to him when he saw it.

On the spot, Bai Jian thought that he was going to sell himself, so he hid in the bushes for a long time and did not dare to go out.

God is pitiful, the way the bad monk looked at him has never been so kind, and he was so frightened that he gnawed at the tree trunk and wondered if he had done something wrong, so he stared at him so horribly.

"You do not understand."

Hu Jiu was leaning on the food box, feeling particularly happy.

Last night it was also in the Sutra Pavilion, and when it was sleeping in the corner in the dark during the day, it could see clearly from there alone.

The window paper between the holy monk and the master was about to be pierced, and the holy monk was very happy on the spot.

As for the angry look of the master, Hu Jiu thought calmly, this is probably the legendary anger from embarrassment.

Chen Wei took a long time to wash up, and then had a super long breakfast with Hu Jiubaijian, and waited until the sun was almost in the middle before washing his hands and preparing to go to the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

Walking on the small path that goes back and forth every day, a certain mortal monk wanted to shrink back for the first time, and when he saw the gate of the Sutra Pavilion from a distance, he dared not approach it as if there was a man-eating tiger there.

Just when Hu Jiu was about to urge him, another voice came from a distance.

"Chen Xianchang, Chen Xianchang."

With a disheveled head, wearing a brown straight skirt, and a raw silk belt around his waist, he rushed over with a black face and white teeth holding a green thing in his arms.

Chen Wei stood still, turned around to look at the person who came, and vaguely recognized the person from the sun-tanned face: "Are you Jiang Sang?"

"It's me, it's me, the little one came this time to ask you to look at this, and it fell off the grain."

Jiang Sang handed to Chen Wei the two leaves wrapped in her arms.

"I planted these seeds four months ago. I have been guarding the field day and night during this time. Now they are half the height of a person. They were pretty good at first, but recently you look at this leaf. It's a little yellow, and the tassels are all yellow, but it didn't work out."

Jiang Sang went to patrol the fields in the morning, and even saw a few leaves with tassels falling directly.

"It's over, look here."

Chen Wei took a piece of corn and pushed aside the layers of corn leaves, revealing the light yellow corn hidden inside, and a faint sweet smell wafted out immediately.

When you pinch it with your fingers, the tender and juicy corn kernels are cracked open.

"This kind of food grows in the leaves. You take me there, and I will teach you how to pick these. This root is still too tender, and it will be fully cooked in a week or so."

The people who were going to the Sutra Pavilion followed Jiang Sang to the farmland at the foot of the mountain at the corner, and saw the corn planted in the field for themselves. Not far away, there were blossoming black and brown flower buds of cotton, which could already be seen To the white cotton figure.

Chen Wei walked up to a two-meter-high corn stalk, and stretched out his hand to snap off the arm-thick corn.

Looking at the crisp sound, Jiang Sang's heart was about to twitch.

Fortunately, Chen Xianchang tore off all the outer layers of leaves in an instant, revealing the golden corn inside that was as thick as a child's arm.

"This color means that it is completely cooked. After washing it, put it in cold water and cook it before it can be eaten."

Chen Wei handed the corn to Jiang Sang, and then looked at the others in the cornfield in front of him: "Pick a few more, just as you taste how it tastes, you can dry it and grind it into powder if you can't finish it. It can be made into corn buns, or it can be ground into millet, and some can be put into porridge and rice.”

Jiang Sang obediently went to pick a few corns. He looked carefully just now, and now he deliberately chose the place where the tassels were all yellow and black, imitating Chen Xianchang's gesture just now, and broke the pole with a light touch.

"Don't be so careful. The seeds of this thing are the corn that will be eaten later. There are about a hundred of these corns, and two-thirds of them will be used as seeds. By the end of the year, all the people in Huasheng Temple will be able to eat them. Straw, etc. All the corn is collected and can be used as firewood by digging out the roots directly.”

With his guidance, Jiang Sang didn't dare to pick too much. After picking and choosing, he picked five corns and asked someone to find a large pot. He personally lit the fire and added water, and put the five golden corns into the pot.

After cooking for a while, everyone present could smell the aroma.

Chen Wei hasn't eaten corn for a long time, and he ate it twice on the way to learn Buddhist scriptures. Now, after smelling this sweet taste, he feels hungry again after he had just eaten.

After the water in the pot boiled, Jiang Sang opened the lid and smelled a sweet smell first, took out the ripe corn inside, the heat was scalding, Chen Wei pinched his earlobe with his left hand over his right hand for a long time before he dared to drop it Take a bite.

No one would dislike the sweet and soft corn. Chen Wei broke his own corn into three pieces, and Hu Jiu and Bai Jian broke each.

Jiang Sang also broke his root into several sections, and separated the monk from Huasheng Temple who had just rushed over after smelling the smell.

These are the monks who grew corn with him and called cotton.

"The fresh and tender corn can be eaten even by the elderly and children."

People like Jiang Sang who have been dealing with farmland all year round have more ideas than Chen Wei.

No one knows better than them how this food is grown. They are not afraid of drought and are easy to feed. Just that small bag of seeds can produce such a large cornfield.

There are so many seeds on just one corn.

If they harvest all the corn in this field as seeds, how much grain will they harvest again at the end of the year?

Moreover, this food is naturally sweet and does not require any processing. You only need to boil water in a pot to eat it, and it can save countless labor costs for processing.

It's just a corn, and according to the serving size, it is enough for adults to eat. If it is popularized, maybe no one will be hungry again.

All the people present, except for Chen Wei, the crop monks, all looked at each other with the same meaning in their eyes.

They don't eat any of this food called corn in the field, and leave it all as seeds!

"By the way, this land can't be planted all the time. It's better to move it for another season."

After Chen Wei finished eating the corn, he knew what Jiang Sang and the others were thinking when they saw how excited they were. He didn't say much but reminded them not to keep planting on the same field.

Before leaving, he took another stalk of ripe corn to bring to Xuanzang, and he did not forget to point to the cotton field over there, reminding them that the cotton can be picked when it is ready, and people should be careful when the time comes. The outer leaves are very fragile, and it is very troublesome to clean them when they stick to the cotton.

Jiang Sang wrote down every word he said, and after sending him all the way back to Huasheng Temple, he turned around and went to Fazheng to discuss the corn in the field.

Fazheng looked at the cooked corn that was brought over, and heard Jiang Sang say that one grain like this can be planted from one grain, and that the corn kernels on this corn are just left as seeds. It can grow ten times more corn than the entire corn field now.

"Just do as Chen Xianchang said, keep two-thirds of the corn as seeds, and harvest all the remaining corn for Chen Xianchang to eat."

Jiang Sang was stunned, and thought for a moment and patted his head: "It's all because I didn't think about it just now, and I didn't think about leaving some for Chen Xianchang with so many seeds. Keep it for the immortal."

He was impatient just now, thinking that he would save all of them and use them as seeds, but forgot that Immortal Chen also liked to eat this kind of food. The seeds were brought back by the other party, so he must leave some for him to eat.

What happened between Fazheng and Jiang Sang, Chen Wei didn't know.

Chen Wei just took the corn and hurried to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and before entering the door, he often raised his voice with a smile on his face: "Xuanzang, I brought you a new kind of food, it's delicious."

It was noon now, the time for students and apprentices to go out for dinner.

Xuanzang was the only one sitting in his seat in the entire scripture-reserving pavilion, and the person who raised his eyes when he heard the sound silently looked at the figure walking in from the hall door.

The mortal monk who came to look for someone with the corn in his hand met those deep black eyes, and wanted to chop off the self who rushed over just now on the spot.

Why did he forget just now that there is a man-eating tiger waiting for him in the Sutra Pavilion.

The author has something to say: Man-eating tiger: I just tasted it, but I haven't eaten it yet.

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