The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

December 31st is Shir's birthday and also a big dark day, and that night is the traditional big night.

But Naoya didn't feel much about it, after all, in his previous life, he only regarded today as an ordinary New Year's Eve and watched some New Year's Eve parties, that's all.

However, people are always easily infected by the surrounding atmosphere.

Even though Naozai didn't care much about it himself, there was someone around him who really cared about this matter, besides, the monastery is also a family that strictly abides by tradition, and the attendants in the family have been busy early, and the formation is even stronger than his fifth birthday celebration. Even more so than at a banquet.

It's very noisy, Naoya thought gloomily, he loves to be lazy in his small yard more and more.

As the new year is approaching, it's time for him to take a vacation. Physical training and so on, he can take a break for a while, and combine work and rest.Besides, Shi'er's mind is full of magic tools now, and he doesn't have much time to pay attention to him.

He just needs to lazily nest in the room, grilling the kotatsu, peeling oranges, eating pancakes, and occasionally tending flowers and plants, stealing half a day of leisure.

Speaking of which, although he had fertilized some orchids some time ago, probably because of the lack of sunlight in winter, the growth was not obvious, but fortunately, there were no signs of drying up the yellow leaves, so he was relieved. I feel relieved.

But right now, Naoya is lying face down on the stove, the warm heat scorching his little face, the drowsiness is constantly impacting the brain along with the heat wave, the eyelids seem to weigh a thousand kilograms, and they may droop at any time, and just fell into a dream.

If it wasn't for him still thinking about the ritual sense of staying awake to spend the New Year's Eve, and keeping his energy up all the time, he might have passed out by now.

Originally, Naoya was not so tired, but the Chanyuan has always had the habit of praying for blessings and worshiping gods on New Year's Eve. The patriarch of the Chanyuan and the elders of the clan lead all the clansmen, arranged in order of seniority and status, and went to the Zenyuan Temple and its shrine to offer sacrifices. Pray for good fortune and prosperity in the coming year.

The process was serious and cumbersome, with three kowtows and nine bows and red tape, which lasted from afternoon to dusk, and Naoya, as the son-in-law of the Buddhist monastery, was even more set as an example, dressed in an extremely formal dark-colored patterned haori, to trap him firmly, During this period, there were countless pairs of eyes staring behind him, eager to see any mistakes.

Although he didn't care, but after being stared at by all kinds of eyes with different meanings for a long time, he was inevitably a little irritable.

There are many trivial dining etiquettes for dinner, the chopsticks have not been moved much, the rules have been laid out first, and in the end Naozai himself is in a trance, not knowing whether he is eating food or a so-called ritual, it is simply tasteless, difficult Swallow down.

It is really too difficult for him to come back to bear these massive and complicated so-called traditions after being free and unrestrained for too long in his previous life.

Rather than this, he would rather train with Shier all day and sleep when he was tired, than follow these complicated and boring rules.

So as soon as he was liberated, Naoya lay down on the table without hesitation, even though his waist was sore and his legs were swollen, his stomach didn't know whether he was hungry or full.

Physical fatigue is secondary, and mental fatigue is what really makes him extremely tired.

Even Zhenwang who returned from the kitchen was taken aback by such a slumped Naoya, and quickly asked, "Master, what's wrong with you, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine, I'm just too tired," Naoya said weakly, unable to even raise his hand, "What did you do before, I didn't see you when I came back."

"I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for you." Zhenwang replied, "Do you want to use it now?"

Zhenwang, as a woman, is not qualified to participate in the afternoon blessing ceremony. In the free time, because she was worried that Naoya would be tired and hungry, she went to the kitchen and asked to prepare some really filling food. Refreshing dessert fruit, then added some matcha mochi and lemonade with less sugar.

It has to be said that Zhenwang has become more and more proficient in feeding Naoya.

Naoya thought for a while, and said lazily, "Well... then let's have some lighter vegetarian dishes. I feel like I'm going to be tired and throw up, and I don't want to touch any oily dishes now."

"Okay, I got it." Zhenwang agreed, "Then young master, do you need me to get you some plaster?"

"No need, it's not so exaggerated." Naoya propped up his face, barely pulled himself together and said, the red mark from the table still remained on his face, coupled with his sleepy eyebrows, the whole person looked stupid, "You go, don't worry about me."

"...Yes." Zhen Wang had no choice but to back down, and could only secretly hope that Naoya would regain some energy after eating.

And Naoya, who was supporting his face with his hands, after Zhenwang left, the tiredness that had been barely extinguished just now resurfaced, and his head began to slide down unceasingly.

However, not long after, there was the sound of the shoji door being pulled. Naoya, who closed his eyes for a nap, thought it was Shinzo who came back with a good meal. He opened his eyes and was about to say "Thanks for your hard work", but he didn't think about who it was. you.

The other party held a red three-section stick casually on his shoulder, looked at him playfully, raised his eyebrows and teased, "Hey, isn't it quite majestic in the afternoon, so you're tired now?"

Naturally ignoring Shi Er's trash talk, Naoya looked at the new weapon in his hand and couldn't help laughing, "Already selected? You're pretty quick."

Shi Er snorted, sat down cross-legged, didn't say anything, but he could see that he was in a good mood.

"What about mine?" Naoya asked again, after that, he stretched out his palm and bent his fingers, the intention couldn't be more obvious.

But Shier just poured himself a glass of water without paying attention, "Whatever magic tool you want, you little brat, you can get it with a wooden sword."

Naoya: "..."

Although the reason for granting the Shier spell library license was just a cover, Naoya did not expect that the other party would be so ruthless that he would not choose a weapon for him at all, and he would just choose the spell himself and it would be fine.

Not even perfunctory.

Naoya could recognize that the red three-section cudgel chosen by Shi Er was one of the super magic tools, You Yun, but although it was a super magic tool, it was not endowed with a spell like other super magic tools, and its power was purely Depending on the user's own strength, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is tailor-made for you.

The eyes are really poisonous, Naoya has to feel in his heart.

However, just like this, the other party refused to pick a magic tool for him, is this reasonable?

Is it reasonable? !

However, due to Shi Er's 'oppression and exploitation' of him for a long time, Naozai dared not speak out, aggrieved, and pressed in a low voice, "Then what are you doing here, showing off?"

I saw Shi Er nodded in a serious manner, looked at Naoya with an expression as if saying "otherwise", and raised his eyebrows when he was done.

Naoya felt that sooner or later she would be angry with high blood pressure.

He was about to say something, but Zhenwang came back at this moment, and the other party didn't change his expression when he saw Shier, just nodded slightly as a signal, and then gently placed the things he was carrying in front of him.

"Master, the kitchen has prepared some chicken porridge for you. Although there are diced chicken in it, it is not greasy. There are also straw mushrooms to neutralize the seasoning. You can try it. If it doesn't suit you, I will go to the kitchen to change it for you." Really Wang whispered softly, and handed the bowl and chopsticks to Naoya, "There are some appetizers here, and it will be more delicious with porridge."

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you, this is very good." Naoya said with a smile, with delicious food, he felt better.

The sky and the earth are big, and the food is the biggest.No matter how heartless he is, it can't affect his good mood to eat, Zhizai thought.

On the other hand, Shier who was on the side snorted uninterestedly when he saw this, and the magic tool he just got didn't show off, and he threw it aside, and casually took the pancake snacks from the snack fruit plate, and started chewing.

Zhenwang noticed it, but she kept her eyes on her nose, her nose, her nose, her nose, her nose, her nose and her heart, and she remained calm. She had long been used to the miraculous way of getting along with the two brothers, Shier Naozai, and she was no stranger to it.

Only Zhizai, probably because he was tossed hard by various etiquette rules during the day, or maybe because he was so appetizing by the side dishes in front of him, now he puts his whole body and mind into the chicken porridge, working hard.

Humming like a piglet, Shier and Zhenwang thought about it at the same time.

In the middle of eating, Naoya felt a lot more comfortable, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked, "There are still several hours until the New Year's Eve, have you thought about how to pass the time?" There were still some porridge stains on his mouth.

Shi Er ate the pancakes and ignored them, obviously not interested.

But Zhenwang still praised Naoya's field consistently, thought for a while, and asked, "Well...do you want to play cards, master?" As he spoke, he passed the tissue over.

"Cards?" Naozai was stunned, almost blurting out the phrase 'Fight the Landlord', but luckily held back in time, then took the tissue and asked, "What cards?" He wiped his mouth casually.

Zhenwang pursed his lips and smiled, "It's Hanafari cards, are you interested, young master?"

The so-called Hanazard Solitaire has 48 cards in total, 4 of which constitute a month, a total of 12 months, and these 48 cards imply world customs, sacrifices, ceremonies, customs, various actions and so on.The rules are similar, basically they use different combinations of cards to get different points, and the person with the highest points wins—the essence is to look at the points.

Naoya knows a little bit, but it doesn't mean he knows how to play cards. The way of playing cards in his mind has been completely replaced by Dou Dizhu.

It's a pity that he is probably the only one who knows how to play Fight the Landlord in the entire Buddhist monastery.

Why don't you just teach Shier and Zhenwang sometime, Naoya thought to himself, now he really lacks both.

But forget it for now.

"There are three of us, we can play the 'Eight Eight Flowers' mode, the specific rules are..."

Zhenwang was about to go into details, but was interrupted by Naoya halfway, "It's okay, the rules can be discussed later. Speaking of which, how can you play cards without placing a bet as an extra, don't you think so?" That's what Naoya said, but Naoya But he looked at Shier with bright eyes and a provocative face.

Shi Er, who was not interested in eating pancakes at first, became a little interested when he heard the words, and looked at Naoya, "You are very good, young master, then tell me, what do you want to bet on?"

"A small gamble is fun, but a big gamble hurts the body. The New Year is coming soon, so don't be too high-handed, let's do something simple," Naoya shook his finger, and said solemnly, "Just bet... the loser You have to agree to a request from the winner, how about it?"

"Oh, that's it? An old-fashioned bet," Shi'er was full of disgust, but his expression didn't seem to be serious, "Just wait for me."

Zhen Wang: "..." She should go get the flower paper first, and the two brothers got into a fight again out of nowhere.

The key is that these two people are not consciously particularly interested in it, and they are completely enjoying it.

Zhen Wang felt that it seemed that he no longer needed to participate in the Hanafuda Solitaire.