Time flew and night fell.
Smoke rose from the kitchen chimney into the dusky sky.
The little monkey sat on the stool and put the firewood into the stove bit by bit, just like in the afternoon.
The rice that had just been boiled slowly emitted a faint fragrance.
Without the vegetable foam, the white rice porridge looked very ordinary and did not have that alluring fragrance.
Zhuge Dali still hadn't woken up. He was in a daze and was in a half-awake state.
Zhao Haitang, who had suffered once, had learned her lesson. She stayed in the courtyard and watched the stars in the sky during mealtime.
However, there was no sunlight in the desert, and the temperature was gradually dropping.
Fortunately, the hot sand replaced the sun and emitted some warmth, which did not cause the temperature nearby to drop so quickly.
"Scholars, it's time to eat…"
At 8:30 pm, Su Bei finished cooking the porridge.
As usual, each person had a bowl, no more, no less.
Since Hu Yifei and the others had provided a lot of incense points, Su Bei added some vegetable foam to the porridge.
This was a special seed that could absorb spiritual energy.
Even the soil was mixed with yellow sand after Su Bei exchanged three incense points for three portions of spiritual soil.
Although the place was not big, it was indeed the most valuable place in the entire Taoist temple.
The vegetable seeds were worth 1 incense point, the spiritual soil was worth 3 points, and he had also exchanged for a portion of spiritual water to irrigate.
5 points of spiritual energy were gone just like that.
Usually, he and the little monkey could not bear to eat this vegetable porridge every meal.
"That Zhao Haitang…"
"Don't say anything. Don't even think about it!”
Lu Zhanbo finished his vegetable porridge and looked at Zhao Haitang again.
However, Zhao Haitang rejected him mercilessly.
He had just suffered a loss at noon, and he could not let the same thing happen again.
Zhao Haitang quickly drank the vegetable porridge.
This was the safest option!
The little monkey in the dining hall watched their performance as he ate. He laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.
As for Curry Sauce, she had already turned off her live-stream after dark.
There was no electricity here, and the only lighting equipment that could be used was two old oil lamps.
As long as the wind blew, the fire would flicker continuously, causing the room to flicker.
There were probably not many viewers who could withstand a live broadcast in such an environment…
Squeak squeak?
After dinner, Su Bei and the little monkey returned to the house.
Before the old Taoist priest returned to the west, they often squeezed into the same room.
But today, Su Bei did not go straight to sleep. Instead, she spent some incense points to exchange for a set of Four Treasures of the Study.
In other words, brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
If it was before today, it would be extremely extravagant to exchange for these things.
However, Hu Yifei and the others provided him with 52 incense points. This income was enough to support him to be a little extravagant.
Moreover, these things had other uses. When the time came, they would definitely only earn money!
"These things are called the Four Treasures of the Study. They are pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. They are used for writing…"
Su Bei explained to the little monkey as she grinded the ink.
In his previous life, when he was in the Taoist temple, he wrote most of the time with a brush. Moreover, if he made a mistake, he would be punished by copying scriptures.
In general, Su Bei's calligraphy skills were not weak. Compared to the old Taoist priest who was not very educated, she was much better.
" A mountain rock and a pass, mirage sea city and water sky, connecting the sky with a line of yellow sand, wind and sand sweeping between the north and south..."
After grinding the ink, Su Bei held the brush.
He described the scenes he saw during the day in sequence.
Condensed into four lines of poetry,
Although it was unfair, it contained a corner of the future.
Squeak squeak?
The little monkey jumped over curiously.
He saw Su Bei holding a wooden stick with long hair. Then, she dipped it in some black liquid and wrote a series of words on the white thing.
As for why it knew that it was called a character, it was because the Tao Te Ching gifted by the system was written in words in a book made of bamboo.
It was the little monkey's first time seeing paper, pen, and ink.
"You want to learn how to write? It's not impossible, but it's getting late today. I'll teach you again tomorrow when I'm done…"
Su Bei did not stop writing. She only turned around to tell the little monkey after she had finished writing.
Squeak squeak!
The little monkey nodded. It was indeed quite late outside, and the light from the oil lamp was not bright.
He turned around and jumped onto the bed.
Su Bei stood there and waited for a moment until the ink was dry. Then, she folded the paper and put it into a paper bag that looked like an envelope.
Of course, this envelope was also made by him just now.
The desert was not calm at all after the night.
A few hundred meters away from the Taoist temple, the wind and sand howled.
However, as soon as he got close to the Wind Stele, everything was blocked by an invisible force.
Six years!
Since Su Bei moved into the Taoist temple, today was the first night without the howling of the sandstorm…
I'm asking weakly, do you still want to watch it, big brother?
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