Learn to cook Xiaojiao online goose raising [Gourmet]

"Compared to this, it's better to go and see the vegetables in the backyard."

After being reminded by Chongyun, Zeyu remembered that he was going to take care of the fairy grass, but he went to the backyard to see:

"Oh, how could this be?"

Eight out of ten of the grafted flowers and plants in the vegetable field withered, especially the cypresses, which seemed impossible to save.

"Haitang looks okay, but it seems to be half dead. It seems that the first attempt didn't go well."

After turning over and over again, she couldn't see a hole in the leaves, so Zeyu had to shovel away the dead seedlings, and said worryingly:

"What should I try next?"

"How about trying chrysanthemums?"

Kneeling down beside him, Chongyun pointed to a few chrysanthemums planted beside the dragon cypress, and said casually:

"I think these trees seem to grow stronger than others."

When the white pig who was locked in the pigsty heard this, he thought it was an opportunity, and agreed:

"Chrysanthemum is good. If you plant it, you can eat fried chrysanthemum. I can help."

After glancing at the pig angrily, Zeyu had an idea and teased, "Isn't chrysanthemum meat better?"

Both Chongyun and Zhu heard of this dish for the first time, and couldn't help being curious: "What is chrysanthemum meat? Is it delicious?"

Zeyu held back her laughter and explained: "Chrysanthemum meat is marinated pork belly into crystal meat with chrysanthemum candy. It is fragrant, sweet but not greasy."

Having said that, he deliberately bumped Chongyun's arm, and glanced at the white pig:

"If you want to eat, I'll make it for you tonight?"

"Of course I want to eat!"

Chongyun understood and replied loudly:

"It just so happens that there is a fat pig in the pigsty. It's better to slaughter it. It can eat several meals."

"Don't eat me!"

Sure enough, trembling with fright, the white pig pushed its nose against the door of the pigsty:

"I can help you grow vegetables and fertilize, I'm not lazy at all, I'm very hardworking."

"However, these chrysanthemums are growing very well. I think the chrysanthemums on the other side haven't bloomed yet. These few chrysanthemums have several buds."

Turning his eyes, Zeyu dug a few chrysanthemum seedlings from the side, and then grafted a few grass seedlings from the corner of the wall, and buried the dragon cypress that he dug out just now, and patted the soil on his palm:

"Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. If it's real, we can have a chrysanthemum feast next year."

Two days passed like this, the small town was quiet for a while, but today they could hear the noise of people outside the door, the two of them went to the street to have a look, only then did they know that the old Taoist priest had woken up.

I saw the old Taoist priest's hair disheveled, his clothes buttoned up in disorder, and his Taoist robe twisted over his body, like he was wearing a big sack; he was wearing a cloth shoe on one foot and a short boot on the other, and he accidentally stepped on the dusty tassel, and I fell a dog and gnawed on the mud, which caused a burst of laughter around me.

"There is evil spirit! There is evil spirit here!"

The Taoist seemed unable to hear the laughter coming from all directions, struggled to get up from the ground, and took a long time to take out a stack of crumpled talisman papers from his cuffs, and the wind blew and scattered them in all directions:

"Cunning monster! Where are you going!"

His eyes were red, and he rushed into the crowd. Several people were so frightened that they screamed out, and there was no time to dodge.

Chongyun and Zeyu were also among the crowd, and they were about to step back to the side as they quickly supported a peddler who was almost knocked over;

Unexpectedly, the Taoist didn't know why he went crazy, he grabbed Chongyun's sleeve, waved the dust whisk and greeted him in the face, muttering something:

"The monsters and monsters leave quickly!"

Chongyun was furious immediately, he threw away the Taoist's hand, pulled the dust fly and broke it in half:

"You are the devil!"

In Chongyun's hands, the black wooden handle of Chenmo made a crisp "click" sound and fell to the ground.

Watching the magic weapon disconnected, the Taoist froze on the spot, as if unable to move. After a long while, he uttered a pitiful cry:

"what!"

He seemed to have finally regained his sanity, raised his finger to Chongyun, trembling all over:

"This is the magic weapon brought by the master from the East China Sea. Even the gods are scruples when they see it, you idiot!"

"Where is there a word that says it comes from the East China Sea?"

Chong Yun sneered, raised his eyebrows, and stood in front of Ze Yu:

"I think you just can't catch monsters. You can only swindle money from innocent people. How is it different from those local hooligans? If you have the ability, catch a monster and have a look."

When the onlookers heard this, they remembered that the Taoist priest was invited by a squire who usually oppressed the common people, and their favor with him plummeted, and some people even cursed at him:

"There are no monsters here. The monsters are all hooligans. If you want to accept them, accept them!"

"Yes! Get out!"

The old Taoist touched his nose, held up the dust fly on the ground distressedly, and gave Chongyun a vicious look:

"You wait, the old man will prove it to you, don't kneel on the ground and beg the old man then!"

Looking at the back of the Taoist priest running away with his tail between his legs, Zeyu tugged on Chongyun's sleeve and asked with a smile:

"What flowers did you feed him? Where did you pick them?"

"I won't tell you,"

Raising his hand and pinching Zeyu's nose, Chongyun deliberately played tricks and took his hand:

"But if you and I are dual cultivators, you can have as much as you want."

Everyone thought that the Taoist priest would never make a fuss. Unexpectedly, at noon the next day, news of an explosion spread in the small town:

The Taoist really caught a big monster and wanted to use it to sacrifice to the sky in the afternoon market.

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