Break Through the Steam Game Library Chapter 81

　　 Lu Zhengkang felt the violent shaking, like a boat floating in the middle of the stormy ocean.

　　 He tried to open his eyes, of course it was not difficult. He did it. What caught the eye was half of the star and the moon and a woman's face.

　　 Lu Zhengkang can only see her chin, but this woman has double chins.

A man said: "Madame, just stay here. Just put De Zhang in the pavilion. After half a month later, there will be monks and monks smearing and carrying water. You will definitely see Li'er by then." His Central Plains accent is very good. Strong, but not generous and hearty at all.

　　 Lu Zhengkang looked at the stars for a while, felt that his eyelids were heavy, and closed his eyes.

　　 The woman holding him said sadly: "This is the middle of the night, the child won't catch a cold, right?" This Wu Nong's soft words sounded a bit like singing, crisp and tactful like birds singing on spring branches.

　　 "It's a big heat now, and it's still cool at night, so you can wrap the swaddling tightly." The man's tone was a little hurried, "Hurry up, lady..."

　　Lu Zhengkang is a little tired, and his sleepiness is rising.

　　 Suddenly, the woman, her mother in this life, breastfeeded herself for the last time.

　　 Luscious, slid into the tender intestines, carved in the bone, is a sad memory.

　　 After a long sleep, Lu Zhengkang was awakened by the sound of footsteps again.

　　 opened his eyes, and all the eyes were bright bald heads. These light bulb heads can return the world ten times brighter through the sparse moonlight, which is really admirable.

"Brother Kong Kong, take a look! Another child was left behind by a cruel father and mother!" An excited baritone began to talk, "Let me say, this world is really getting worse and worse than before. Officials control, at least the people in the Songshan realm can live and work in peace..."

　　 "Okay, Lai An, the six roots of the monk are clean, don't say more about these useless." Another monk stopped the baritone talk.

　　 "Oh, okay, but..."

　　 "Hey hey! Stop it! Nothing!" A clever voice came through.

　　 "Why can't I say a few words yet!"

　　 "Why don't you practice the closed mantra!"

　　 "Why do you have the heart to keep me silent..."

　　 Lu Zhengkang knew that he could live up to the results of these monks' discussions, so he insisted on not sleeping.

　　 The more these monks talked, the happier they were, the more they talked, the more lively they yelled, arguing with each other, buzzing like flies in a butcher shop in summer, and Lu Zhengkang had a headache.

　　 Suddenly a thunderous shout came from outside the pavilion: "What are you little donkeys talking about! Hurry up and fetch water for Laozi! Before dawn, if you fill the kitchen water tank, you will copy all the scriptures a hundred times!"

　　 "Oh Yo!"

　　 "Mom!"

　　 "It's Uncle Kakuguang!"

　　 "Sleep!"

　　 These unreliable monks ran away with buckets.

　　 Lu Zhengkang: "..."

　　 He barely opened his eyes, but saw a black egg that had been over-marinated.

　　 "It's another hard-fated baby, oh! Forget it, follow me, an old bald donkey, and be a little bald donkey with peace of mind!" Jueguang picked up the baby and hurried to the temple with light work.

　　 Lu Zhengkang heard the breeze blowing past his ears suddenly, he seemed to be sitting on a ball, and he fell down and thumped together. He finally couldn't resist his sleepiness and fell asleep again.

　　 woke up again, but started a whole new life.

　　 It's still very difficult to feed young babies. Shaolin Temple has adopted many abandoned babies, so I went to the nearby town of Jianchuan to hire several old women to help them take care of the children.

　　 In order to avoid suspicion, the baby was kept in a small courtyard outside the temple, guarded by a few young monks, and some wolves, tigers and leopards were also prevented from attacking.

Lu Zhengkang is regarded as the most well-behaved child. After all, he does not cry or make trouble, and he is also cute, so he is most favored by those old mothers. These middle-aged and elderly women bring warmed cow and goat milk or boiled rice porridge. , Working in three shifts, feeding the children one by one, waiting for the **** and urine, very patient. In their view, this is a virtue and deeds, of course they still have to be paid.

Although the monks built Buddhist statues in temples and were enshrined by incense, they looked rich, but Shaolin is a Zen sect, not a pure land sect, so it is relatively poor. Secondly, the money at hand is mostly used to buy medicinal materials, renovate courtyards, and whitewash gold bodies. So these bald donkeys are very poor, and the rewards to the women are actually consecrated bracelets, handwritten scriptures and the like.

　　 Lu Zhengkang listened to these women with broken mouths and knew that they would sell these consecrated accessories at a good price to subsidize the family.

　　 The tourism economy really comes down the same line.

People who go to temples in later generations will inevitably buy some so-called consecrated Buddhist beads. Ordinary things can be sold at ridiculously high prices. I really don't know whether it is a devout believer, or a monk who can do business, or just a wish. Hit a willing end.

　　The brains of babies are very active and naive. Active means developmentally active, and naive is also developmental naive.

　　 Therefore, Lu Zhengkang spends a lot of time sleeping, occupying most of the day~www.mtlnovel.com~ Now that there is no dream world of bugs, his dreams have become ordinary dreams, and his sleep is only for sleep.

　　 Everything is back to simple and ordinary days.

　　 Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night, he was too hungry to sleep, just look at the moonlight leaking through the windows of the wing.

　　The night breeze blowing in the mountains and forests, the sound of clattering blades, accompanied by the call of knowing, the mood of summer is completely revealed.

The small pond in the courtyard was very lively. Although Lu Zhengkang could not see the water pool with his own eyes, he could hear the whispers of duckweed collision, the narcissistic talk of water lilies, the sound of dragonflies, and the sound of toads entering the water. Shatter the moonlight.

　　Lu Zhengkang often only enjoys a short period of tranquility, because there are always other children who wake up in the middle of the night, and they cry out loudly, destroying all the beautiful scenery at once.

　　The women who lay on the mats to watch the night were startled by crying loudly, holding a bean oil lamp in their palms, soothing these little babies one by one.

　　 If they were to wake up all the children, there would be no need to sleep at night.

　　 Lu Zhengkang always takes the opportunity to ask for something to eat. Children shouldn't be hungry. It will be embarrassing to affect their development.

　　 After several times, the old mothers are also familiar with Lu Zhengkang's nature. Even if he didn't actively yell, they would see if he was awake in the middle of the night.

　　 The time passed a little bit, and soon, autumn arrived, and the water level of the pond in the yard dropped. This small world was more sensitive than the big world, and it fell silent early.

　　 The weather became colder, and the monks brought their own cotton quilts. The windows were covered with paper to block the cold wind. The women who watched the night also put away the floor and lay on the narrow kang.

　　 At the end of autumn, there were a few more babies in the house where Lu Zhengkang was. Now this place is less than 30 square meters, and there are 21 children living there.

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