Pursuing Immortality

"Wow, it smells good!"

As soon as the rice cooker was opened, a surge of white heat rushed to Long Qiu's face. The girl was not too hot, just blinking and looking inside.

The kitchen uses stoves, large and small, large stir-fried dishes, and small cookers. And in that small stove, there was a circle of white jade **** that were round and fit, and each one was plump and neat, dense and intricate.

Long Qiu smelled it, and his small face was satisfied, and three bowls were placed on the dining table.

What they have been eating has always been simple. Today's dishes are made by Gu Yan, tofu, celery, stir-fried ravioli and fish head soup. No way, both sisters love vegetarian food, and slowly led him sideways.

This kitchen has a compartment, it's a dining room. The three gathered around the table, Xiaoqiu took a sip, her eyes narrowed into a crescent, and laughed: "This rice is delicious!"

"Well, like it!"

Xiao Zhai also bit a chopstick and looked very satisfied.

Let's not talk about cultivation, let's take the theory of traditional medicine. There is essence in the body. Where does that essence come from? One is the energy that is generated by one's own flesh and blood through exercise; the other is the energy that is transformed by ingesting food.

Therefore, the ancients were very particular about eating. Different seasons and different physical conditions require different foods to make up for.

Healthy people eat healthy food to ensure that the body needs. The monk has changed his level of life. Eating these common things is not good, but it will drag down the practice.

Unless you reach the wonderland of humans and reach the true valley, you can say goodbye to food completely.

Now, the emergence of Lingmi just makes up for this. Why the development of Tianzhu Mountain is of great significance is because of Lingshi and Lingmi, which are the two most basic daily rules.

All in all, this meal was very skinny. The three left and right bowls of rice, until Long Qiu ran to the rice cooker again, and then came back empty.

"No more." She looked innocent.

"How much have you cooked?" Gu Yan also stunned.

"Uh, almost three pounds of rice." Long Qiu thought about it.

Got it!

The atmosphere was very embarrassing at once. If you stab your face in the middle of the table, the three pigs will be alive and well.

"Well, I'll be sad that I can't eat rice in my life."

Xiaozhai chewed the last celery stalk and looked sad.

Only a total of ten pounds of rice, if hard-hearted, will be eliminated in a day. Long Qiu was obviously worried too, and asked, "Brother, can you say that our field can succeed?"

"Looking for luck, they only collected more than 500 kilograms after so many test fields. But we are small enough to collect 50 kilograms, which is enough for a while."

"Oh……"

The girl nodded, and then asked again, "So, what is the output of that rice that is not enough for everyone?"

Ok?

Gu Yan looked at her, didn't answer directly, and asked: "Xiao Qiu, do you know what people are most afraid of?"

"Uh ... afraid of death?" My sister wasn't sure.

"Oh, yes! Just afraid of death."

Gu Zheng gathered several bowls together and packed the table familiarly. He continued: "Although this thing is not a magic drug, it can be eaten by ordinary people, and it can also keep fit and prolong life.

The monks ate it, and it helped the practice. Especially for those monks who haven't arrived in the past, the spiritual temperature and orderlyness generated in this rice are very suitable for them and can greatly speed up the practice.

Therefore, no matter how scarce the resources are, there will not be insufficient situations, depending on how big you divide the scope. "

"..."

Long Qiu faced aggression and asked, "Brother, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"It ’s the master and thug who eat first."

Xiaozhai was concise and accurate.

…………

Imperial City, Chishui Alley.

There are more than 7,000 alleys in Beijing. The pond is just one of them. The only thing that makes them look inconspicuous is that it is very quiet.

Because of this area, it is a serious residential area.

Xue Zhao is a standard descendant of the nobles. His ancestors also had it, and it can be traced back to the founding period. After several twists and turns, the entire family withdrew from politics and all entered the business community.

Of course, on the surface, the Xue family is just a very aggressive business family, but everyone who knows the inside is clear. Their network is scary. Even in a place like Emperor's Capital, the Xue family is a little known.

At this time, Xue Zhao drove into Chishui Hutong and stopped in front of a courtyard. There are two Ruyi Baogu Stones at the gate of the courtyard. The only base left is the incomplete, but the gate is still bright and it is obviously modern decoration.

"Pap!"

He buttoned the knocker a few times, and a woman with gray hair opened the door and laughed, "Yo, A Zhao is back."

"Aunt Chen, I haven't seen you in such a long time. You are not old at all, you are getting younger and younger."

"Oh, you can talk! Hurry up and wait for you to eat."

This woman was a babysitter at home and brought him up from a young age, older than her parents. They are not called the two-strong title of master, wife, or master. They are called names or nicknames.

Xue Zhao went straight to the dining room and saw a middle-aged man sitting at the table reading a newspaper. It was his father Xue Ming.

"Dad, so anxious to get me back, what the **** is going on?" He sat opposite and asked.

"It's nothing, just a meal."

The other party put down the newspaper, intentionally or unintentionally on the rice, accentuated a little.

"..."

Immediately he asked, "Did you divide it?"

"Well, our family shared thirty pounds."

"It's only thirty pounds, what's enough for that?" He cried.

"What are you talking about? The Zhang family is only forty pounds. Even if we are good, how many are there?" Xue Mingxun said.

Huh!

Xue Zhao didn't say a word. Zhang's strength was much better than his own, but it was ten pounds more. It seems that this thing is really in short supply.

"Do we have it every month?" He asked again.

"This time it was distributed once, and the follow-up was unclear. The standard has not yet been formulated."

"That can't always be calculated by human head?"

"It's hard to say, this is really possible, such as two or two per person per month ... Oh!"

Xue Ming was talking, and suddenly laughed, and said, "I remember that the conditions were not good before, and the standard of living was low. Everyone just divided it like this. I didn't expect to have a cycle ...

He felt a little emotional, and then revealed it lightly.

The father and the son are like two poor men. It may be funny to sit here and discuss the distribution ratio, but in their circle, they now have to pay a pound or two.

Before long, Aunt Chen started to eat.

First a few plates of light side dishes, then pasta, and finally two bowls of white porridge. This white porridge is so thin that it can barely see a little stickiness with a few grains of rice floating on it.

She whispered, "I don't know what you are going to do. You have to drink gruel. The gruel is fine, but it's too far-fetched. Can you be full?"

"I've been socializing a lot lately, so I want to drink some congee and oil."

Xue Ming waved his hand and laughed, "You're busy, you go, let's do it ourselves."

"Okay, I don't care."

The woman mumbled and left the dining room.

When she disappeared, the father and son picked up the bowl and stared at the white porridge a little funny. No way, nervous!

After brewing for a while, Xue Zhao went over his head, took a small sip, and then tasted the taste.

The ordinary gruel has a faint taste of water, but this one is different, only the fragrance is soft and supple. The porridge slid down the throat, slipped into the stomach, waited for a few seconds, and felt a thin heat flow from the body.

It's like the feeling of drinking a big tonic, but it's not so strong, it penetrates the limbs and veins gently and naturally.

Xue Ming was almost the same, his look was extremely complicated.

Really!

It really is true!

Even if they had already learned about it, they couldn't help but feel inexplicable trying it at this moment.

Xue Zhao grew up with a golden spoon, and has a modern diet. He hasn't drank porridge for years. There will be nothing left. I can't wait to lick the bottom of the bowl.

"call……"

He sighed at half a moment, and asked, "So much every day?"

"Yes, they have rigorous tests, and they will not be able to bear more," Xue Ming said.

"Well, it's a pity ..."

Xue Zhao was very sorry ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ paused, and said, "Yes, my friend told me that I have found a superior recently, let me check it out."

"Master? Is it a Taoist?" Xue Ming asked quickly.

"No, just a folk."

"It's good if it's not a Taoist priest. Now all Taoist priests in the country are registered. We can't touch it."

"Well, how can I be so stupid?"

Xue Zhaoman didn't care, and said, "In fact, it's nothing. There are so many people in Beijing. Who doesn't engage in small moves secretly? I heard that fortune tellers have all gone up in price."

"Others are others, we are us!"

"Okay, I know."

The two talked for a while, and Xue Zhao flashed a person in a small pocket, which contained a third of Lingmi.

Xue Ming still had a lot of trust in his son, so he asked less. If he asks, she will be forced to keep her at home because Xue Zhao is going to be called Shengtian.