Although Yongle was holding her, Song Ersheng was still three minutes late, reciting the sutra three times, and after seeing the stewed tofu, her face stiffened.
But soon, the little master pushed her a bowl, and as soon as Song Ersheng opened it, the steamed peaches suddenly came to life, and he smiled and pulled the master's hand to sell cute, Emma, what a true love Guangming patted Song Ersheng and glanced at her torn pants, which made her awkward, "Eat."
Song Ersheng bowed to the masters, picked up a small steamed bun, added a little pickles, and ate a bowl of stewed tofu with soup and water.
In her life, she is very easy to feed, she is not picky eater, she doesn't say anything, and everything she eats is very fragrant.
The little things are fragrant, and the masters are also brought with a good appetite.
There are still 3,000 of them, and the temple is lively Halfway through eating, Song Yidi came over, called the masters obediently, glanced at the food, and pursed his lips, "Master, can I take three thousand home for dinner" Others felt that three thousand had voted for the masters, and they could stay in the temple.
Someone can help take care of the children, and you can save lunch or even dinner, which is really a good thing that you can't find with a lantern But every time Song Yidi saw such a thing that Sanqian ate in the temple, he felt very uncomfortable.
Most of the food in the temple is given by others, which is called Huayuan.
But the masters can eat these, three thousand eat these, as if she wants to eat, she told her mother several times, but her mother said that she was not sensible, saying that three thousand should eat like this, in order to grow up tofu and pickles all day long, how to grow up, even if she doesn't eat every day, she looks uncomfortable Guangming lowered his head and did not speak.
Yongxin is even more silent.
Yongle smiled and said, "Wait for three thousand to eat this steamed bun, and then let her go back with you."
Song Ersheng thought of her sisters coming back to her, but she didn't expect it to be so soon, she ate early in the temple, and she finished elementary school just after school.
If Mom and Dad don't come home at noon, she usually finishes eating, and her sisters take turns to take her home to sleep, and then send her back to the temple, where they go to school.
Sometimes her sisters didn't have time to take her, so she slept in the temple.
She usually eats dinner at home, but if her parents are busy and her sisters don't have time, it's mainly her sister, and she is the only one who can cook.
If she was late from school, she would eat at the temple.
Occasionally, the sisters would eat at the temple.
Very little, very little.
Song Ersheng is not unaware of her sister's awkwardness and resistance to the food in the temple, but she can't tell her sister that monks eat the country.
The food is all the top rice and white noodles brought by the master, and the tofu is made by the second master himself.
The food obtained by karma is usually given to others by the masters when they make offerings and then go out to do penance.
They don't eat it themselves.
It's not disgust, there are rules, and like soldiers, you can't take the people with a stitch.
Pure blind fabrication, please do not link with the reality These things are boring to talk about.
Song Ersheng, as half a member of the temple, couldn't say it.
When my sister saw that the masters ate the things given by their family, they thought that all the food was given by others, but in fact, it was not because they ate their things, but because they didn't treat her as an outsider.
After a few years, when my sister is older, she will understand.
Now her awkwardness is mostly because she feels sorry for her sister Even if Song Yidi was bold and precocious, she didn't dare to play tricks in front of the masters, although she just wanted to pull Song Ersheng away immediately.
Song Ersheng dared to answer, "I'm done eating, sister, mom has a hot meal, you go back and bring it out first, I'll go back" Sister has a key hanging around her neck, which obviously picked her up directly before she went home.
I didn't expect her to finish eating.
Song Yidi nodded, told Song Ersheng to hurry up, and as soon as he and the masters bent down, they ran away.
Song Ersheng smiled at Yongle, quickly finished his meal, and was about to leave with a little steamed peach that had not moved.
Guangming instructed her, "You must come before twelve o'clock."
Shave your head.
Change your clothes.
"He couldn't stand the fact that good children were wearing torn clothes.
Patches are OK, but they can't be left uncovered.
Song Ersheng nodded in response, waved his hand to the masters, and came out.
At this time, the middle school is also closed, and the school gate of the middle school rushes to the west, and a large group of children who ride bicycles or walk on the road are walking.
The primary school is for children from four or five villages, and the middle school is for children from about 20 villages.
There are many villages in Dongpo, but they are not big, the largest is the center of Dongpo Township, the south team, Dongpo Village, more than 300 households.
But generally no one says Dongpo Village, it is directly called Dongpo Township or the South Team.
"The southern team was also arrested several times this time, so who his brother won't go in" "There are the most downhill villages, and their villages are the most noisy, and many of them have been sentenced quite heavily."
"Nanpo is also so good, I heard, what kind of treasure map is there, it's the good things that the gang of people on the south slope robbed, hid it, and then made a treasure map" "It must be a fake Mongolian people, what good things can we have here?"
"That is, robbing some money is not enough for them to spoil themselves."
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Now there are no newspapers at home, there is a TV that can't be watched all the time, it costs electricity, and there is a tape recorder in the temple with broadcasting, but the masters also use it to play Buddhist music, and they never listen to Hongchen things, so Song Ersheng's sources are partly the broadcast of the brigade, and the other part is the surrounding public units.
The school is definitely the main force, although the children are small and don't know anything, but they have heard a lot of news So Song Ersheng was always in a hurry when he was out of school, mixing next to the army after school and listening to the news.
During this time, the most talked about by the students was to crack down on this matter.
There was one more than ten years ago.
But I don't know if it's because of the news blockage or what, but now the children are mixed up with the present, and the topic of exchanging a gun for a dollar all day was much stricter in the past than it is now.
Today it suddenly became a rogue treasure in this place, what good things can be Thinking of this, Song Ersheng paused, his heart jumped sharply and then continued to walk forward.
Broken houses and treasures "Song Yidi is really shameless, and today she is frowning with Teacher Liu, the girls in the class have broken off their friendship with her, and she doesn't know how to repent."
"Haha, I think it's pretty good, like what Song Yidi would do, didn't she go out with the boys in the class before, and drill the woods?"
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