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

Under his urging three times and four times, the pot of meat porridge was finally cooked, and the rich smell of salty meat wafted in the room. Chen Wei smelled the fragrance in the air and waited eagerly for the other party to take out the bowl for eating.

Two bowls were placed on the old wooden table. After Jin Chanzi filled one bowl for himself, he filled another half bowl for the expectant fox.

The small bowl with cracks was placed in front of Chen Wei, and the steaming meat porridge inside made the little fox salivate and stick out his tongue to lick it.

"Ow—"

The hot meat porridge made the protruding tongue curl back on the spot, and Chen Wei covered his mouth with his two front paws and kept sucking in the cold air, trying to relieve the burning sensation on his tongue.

The boy next to the wooden table looked at the fox rolling in the basket, put down the bowl and chopsticks, went out and grabbed a handful of clean snowflakes, made them into balls and brought them back.

Kneeling down in front of the basket and holding the rolling fox inside, he said coldly, "Open your mouth."

The fox whose tongue was scalded tremblingly opened his mouth, sticking out the scorched red tongue.

The palm-sized snowball was held by a human being and gently pressed against the tongue.

The cold and painful taste made the fox under the palm struggle to refuse. As soon as his head moved, someone pinched the nape of his neck again, "Spit out your tongue obediently, otherwise there will be nothing to eat."

The struggling fox stopped slowly, glared at the other party unwillingly, then hugged the snowball with two front paws, licked and licked it with the scalded tongue, the cold snowball quickly relieved the pain. It slowed down a lot.

Chen Wei simply took a bite of the snowball, left a few teeth marks on it, and "creaked" gnawed on the falling snow. The heart-warming snow quickly revived the little fox with full blood, and started again. Look at the bowl of porridge on the table with your eyes from time to time.

He stretched out a hand and dragged the porridge bowl in his sight to the opponent, and then Chen Wei was thrown into the basket.

The fox quickly crawled out of the basket, looked at the porridge bowls lined up on the table, at the people eating the porridge, and then at his own end. There was only a snowball that had been bitten by his teeth.

"Haw! Haw!"

The little fox in the basket made a dissatisfied sound, and the boy who was eating on the table was completely indifferent until the half bowl of porridge in his hand had no heat at all, and only a little bit of residual heat was left when he touched the side of the bowl. Then he was pushed away. In front of Chen Wei: "Eat."

A thick piece of wild boar meat was put into his bowl, Chen Wei looked at the extra meat in the bowl, his body became uncontrollably excited, he bit the meat and ate it vigorously.

Half a day later, the fox who was still eating the piece of meat was tired.

Chen Wei never thought that his teeth were so useless! !He couldn't even bite the piece of meat, and his teeth hurt so much that he swallowed a piece of meat, and then he finished half a bowl of porridge, and the satiated fox lay in the basket, watching the other party put two pieces of meat on the table. The bowls were taken to the well and cleaned, and the unfinished meat porridge was covered, removed from the stove, and the one placed there became an iron pot for boiling water.

There is food and drink, and a warm room to live in.

Chen Wei was quite satisfied with the treatment of this dream. When he woke up in his bedroom the next day, he couldn't help but think about the taste of the meat porridge.

When eating breakfast, he suggested to Mother Chen: "Mom, let's have meat porridge for breakfast tomorrow, I really want to eat it."

Chen's mother looked at her son who had been ill for a few days and then looked at the milk and egg buns on the table. She was confused: "Why do you want to drink meat porridge when they are so good? The meat in the buns is not enough for you to eat."

"I had a dream. I dreamed that I ate meat porridge." Chen Wei didn't say that he ate the meat porridge after becoming a small animal. Thinking of the taste of the porridge in the dream, he couldn't help eating the buns A few minutes faster.

"Or we'll cook it tonight, the kind that needs to be simmered and simmered."

"Tell your dad to watch the fire in the kitchen and I'll do it." Chen's mother didn't care about what to eat, she just found it troublesome.

Hearing that he asked quite a lot, he raised his head and asked him to find his father.

The people at the dining table looked up at the people sitting on the sofa in the living room: "Dad! Would you like to have meat porridge tonight?"

Father Chen, who was concentrated in front of the TV, heard his son's cry, ate the steamed bun in his hand, stared straight at the braised prawns on the TV, and couldn't help following his son's proposal: "Buy another If you put a jin of shrimp in it, it will definitely be more delicious when cooked into shrimp porridge."

Mother Chen: "..."

In Baoning Township, the heavy snow that had been falling for half a month finally stopped, the sun came out, the snow began to melt into water, and there was wet mud everywhere, and the gate of the yard where Jin Chanzi lived was covered with six or seven dirt spots. Messy footprints.

A group of people took advantage of the good weather and stood at the gate of Zhang's house. The village chief of Baoning Township smoked dirt and cigarettes, squinted his hazy eyes and looked at the cold figure standing at the door of the room: "Boy Zhang, what is this?" It was written by your father when he was alive. You were there at the time. Your father said he would mortgage the house to Lao Liu, and he took Lao 63 taels of silver. Thinking that something happened to him on the way, he just left you alone."

The young man standing at the door listened to these words expressionlessly, his deep black eyes swept over the familiar faces in front of him, and those who met his gaze couldn't help but look away, not wanting to talk to him. match.

"Get to the point." Jin Chanzi said.

The chattering old village chief paused, glanced at him with some dissatisfaction in his eyes, coughed secretly and then said: "At the beginning, your father agreed that the money would be paid back in one month, and if you don't pay back the money, you will take the house." Come on, now your father has been away for three months, and the sixth son's daughter-in-law just gave birth to a fat boy, and the whole family can't live in that house."

Jin Chanzi looked at the villager with tools in front of him, and said coldly: "I want to pack my things and come back tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, it's the best if you want to move. There are a lot of people in the village. Just tell me where you want to move, and everyone will help you move together."

When the old village chief heard that he was willing to leave, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly raised his hand to signal the people behind him to help.

"No, I'll move it myself, and the house will be returned to you tomorrow." In the second half of the sentence, Jin Chanzi looked at the person named Lao Liu in the crowd and said.

A group of villagers who were about to take action looked at the village chief, waiting for his command.

The old village head didn't want to push people into a hurry anymore, so he waved his hands with a haha: "Then you are busy, you can come to the village entrance to find me at any time if you have anything to do, and everyone will go out, so it won't hinder him from moving."

A group of people left in a mighty way, leaving behind messy footprints. Jin Chanzi stood at the door and looked at the footprints on the ground.

The originally lively courtyard quickly became very quiet, until a snow-white figure jumped down from the courtyard wall, and the humans standing leaning against the door came back to their senses, watching the fox get up from the ground familiarly. , looking at the wooden stool under him with some surprise.

Every time before, he fell to the ground, but this time there was a stool waiting for him underneath.

The fox who was about to jump off the stool looked up and saw the young man at the door, happily narrowed his eyes and was about to run over.

"do not move."

A cold voice came from the other party's mouth. The fox stepped forward with one foot, raised one foot with great difficulty, and his body trembled, not knowing how he had offended the other party.

The person standing in a daze at the door quickly stepped over the messy footprints, walked to the foot of the courtyard wall, and caught the fox that was about to fall.

Chen Wei was carried away from those messy footprints, and was put into a basket after returning to a familiar room.

"Do not move."

Jin Chanzi put it into the basket, went to the inner room to take out the package, and started to pack the things in the room.

The books lent to him by the teacher on the table were neatly packed and put away, ready to go to the teacher’s house at night to return them. The bedding on the bed was folded into balls and tied with ropes. It was picked up without a grain left, cleaned and put into the pot together with the uneaten piece of wild pork.

"Look at the fire, I'll go out for a while."

Jin Chanzi took out a bamboo box, loaded it up and went out, and told the fox in the basket to keep an eye on the porridge on the stove before leaving.

Chen Wei, who was obediently sitting in the basket without moving, heard the order, turned his head to look at the expressionless face most of the time, and suspected that his ears had heard it wrong.

But when the other party met his suspicious eyes, he closed the door very calmly, and went out with the bamboo box in his arms.

Seeing that he really dared to leave, Chen Wei couldn't help being dumbfounded and straightened his chest. He stared at the iron pot on the stove seriously and intently, watching the fire carefully.

Every time the fire was blown crooked by the wind coming in through the crack of the door, the little fox sitting in the basket opened his mouth nervously and blew, trying to straighten the fire.

In case the flames splashed elsewhere, it was an act of burning a house.

After Jin Chanzi delivered the things, when he returned home, he saw a fox with a scorched beard facing the door, puffing its cheeks and trying to blow on the fire.

He didn't understand how his order to let the other party watch the fire turned into a human being who let it blow on the fire. He walked to the stove and bent down to pick up the fox in the basket, and found scissors to cut the black and yellow curvy beard around the other party's mouth.

Chen Wei didn't know what happened until he saw the beards that fell from the scissors.

The embarrassing fox was put into the basket again, hugged the patched clothes under him and buried his head in there.

What a shame!He actually did such a stupid thing of burning his own beard. He had only seen the video of the little cat curling his beard in order to warm himself up in winter. He didn't expect him to do such a thing.

"I'm going to Baoning Temple tomorrow, do you plan to stay with me, or leave?" The boy who put the fox into the basket walked to the only stool by the fire and sat down. His eyes and eyebrows were illuminated by the fire, and his tone was still cold. : "The monk in Baoning Temple said that I have a great Buddhist relationship. As long as I am willing to become a monk, he will give me monthly money and include food and housing."

The author has something to say: Chen Wei: He is inviting me.