The Diary of the Cultivation of the Little Dragon God

The fireworks in the shape of Ao Bing flashed in the sky for a moment, and finally dispersed like quicksand.

There was another sound, and the end of the line of fire piercing through the cloud forked into two, and began to reveal the portrait as before.But this time it was from head to toe. When the contours of the face first appeared, Xiaoqiu exclaimed, "It's grandparents! Mom, it's them!"

Ao Bing looked intently, and it really was Li Jing and his wife.Followed by Donghuang Taiyi and Ao Guang, followed by Daoist Taiyi, Jiang Ziya, and Shen Gongbao, the familiar gods appeared in the sky one after another.

The common people were all dumbfounded, and those who were a little older would worship with their hands clasped together, praying for the protection of the gods.

After several flashes of fire, the sky fell into darkness again.

Looking at the awakened servant, Xiao Qiu stepped forward and asked Nezha, "Father, are you gone?"

Nezha smiled mysteriously, "Be safe and don't be impatient."

As soon as the words fell, a flame rose to the sky, winding like a ribbon.Then the ribbon turned into a circle and spun rapidly. At the moment when everyone was surprised, the circle split from the middle and moved to both sides as if pushing a door, revealing the figure of a heroic general.

The general flicked the spear/spear in his hand, and threw it upwards, piercing the clouds above his head, and the soft clouds and mist dispersed, gradually changing into the gods and gods who had appeared before.

With Ao Bing as the center, they spread out to both sides, occupying most of the sky.The top row stood Yuanshi Tianzun, Nuwa Empress, Donghuang Taiyi, Di Jun, and Xiwangmu, and the next row was the emperor and queen, and Ao Bing stood in the middle, looking very eye-catching.

"Is that me?" Little Ball pointed to the little figure.

Ao Bing nodded, "There is also Chen'er."

Nezha snapped his fingers, and the "Nezha" in the sky flew to the front of the line, joined hands and bowed to all living beings, and the two rows of gods next to him also bowed their hands and bowed their backs.The Nuwa Empress on the top waved her fingers, and the gods turned into fluorescent lights and fell into the land of Shenzhou.

There will be a good harvest in the coming year.The people think so.

"Others are setting off fireworks, but Nezha is setting off blessings." Li Jing felt deeply.

When the flames were all gone, the pyrotechnic box full of divine power disappeared automatically.

Nezha looked around and said with a smile: "Blessings from the gods, I hope everyone will be happy and prosperous." Li Jing took the lead in applauding, and the servants who came back to their senses also joined the camp.

The people who got the blessing slept very well tonight, and even Xiaota, who was woken up and wanted to lose his temper, calmed down and went back to sleep.Xiaoqiu simply went through the water by himself, changed into new pajamas, put his hands together, and got stuck between Nezha and Ao Bing who were talking.

Nezha patted his forehead with his palm in a tricky manner, and the ball fell back immediately, and soon sat up like a tumbler, and fell on Nezha's lap, turning over to look at him.

"Father, how did you make those fireworks? It's like a painting, and it's still a moving painting." His eyes were full of admiration, which made Nezha feel infinitely proud.

Ao Bing, who was listening to the father and son talking, glanced sideways at the little tower, pinched a tranquilizing spell on her little bed, and added a barrier without worrying about it, to block light and block outside sounds.Xiaota turned over and faced them, small bubbles popped out of his round nose, making him giggle for a while.

"You can't increase your divine power, you have to do it step by step...Bing'er?"

Xiao Qiu followed Nezha and looked at Ao Bing.

Ao Bing, who was named, had no time to retract his smiling face, his gaze slightly dodged, and he said, "Besides divine power, should there be other things?"

"Yes, is there anything else?"

Nezha raised his hand and yawned, "I can't do it, I'm very sleepy. If you have something to say, can we talk about it tomorrow?"

Xiaoqiu nodded obediently, stepped back consciously, and fell down when she was in a similar position, turned around like Sinan, and retracted into her little quilt.

"If you go to make rice cakes tomorrow, you must bring me along." Lin closed his eyes, and the little ball made a sound.

Nezha patted his stomach, "Don't worry, Dad will call you as soon as he wakes up."

He nodded and closed his eyes to sleep.

Ao Bing waited for Xiaota to turn his back to him, then looked away and bent his legs to rest.The moment he turned his head, he met the resentful eyes on the opposite side, and asked in puzzlement, "Why are you still awake? Didn't you say you have to get up early?"

"Is the little tower so beautiful?"

"Very good." Ao Bing chuckled, lifted the quilt and lay down, "You look very much like you when you were a child. Turn off the lights, it's time to rest."

Nezha did as he did, and then fell on the outside, holding Ao Bing's wrist when he reached out to help him tuck the quilt.With the clear moonlight leaking in from outside, he asked, "What kind of mood do you feel when watching the fireworks?"

"I'm very touched." Ao Bing said, "Who would have thought that the dragon god who governs a water area will appear first." He imitated Nezha's previous technique of shooting a small ball, and patted Nezha's chest, "It took so much money You must be tired too. I guess you will be even more tired tomorrow, go to sleep."

"I want you to know that in my heart, you will always be number one." Nezha said calmly, "Good night, Bing'er."

"You are the most important thing here. Good night, Nezha."

The next day.

Compared with yesterday morning, the day of the second day of junior high school is bright.

According to the agreement, Nezha called Xiaoqiu to get up before going to wash up.Xiaoqiu blinked a few times, crawled to the end of the bed on all fours, and stood up to reach for her clothes.Afraid of waking up his mother and sister, he climbed out of bed and looked for Nezha.

The father and son went out with washbasins of different sizes and squatted by the well to wash their faces.Except for their looks, the two of them are almost copy paste.

"Turn around and let Dad see if his face is clean."

The ball stretched closer, Nezha took his small soft towel, and rubbed it on his face like a cat's face, "Okay, let's go."

"Then these?"

"They'll come and clean up."

When the father and son arrived in the kitchen, the tools and materials for making rice cakes were neatly arranged.

"What are we going to do now? Hit it directly?" Xiao Qiu took the wooden hammer and played with it in his hand.

Nezha rolled up his sleeves, "That's for later, follow me to wash the rice first."

This rice grows in the field bestowed by King Wu of Zhou, and is irrigated alternately with well water and dragon palace water on weekdays.It's a pity that it is ripe once a year, and the harvest is not high, so it is stored in the granary in the government after harvest every year, and is only scooped out in important seasons.

Nezha washed the rice very quickly, and it didn't take long for a large bamboo basket to be filled. He propped up the bamboo basket with one hand, and said to the little ball who was still playing in the water: "Father is going to the cauldron room now. If you want to come, follow me. If you don't want to If you go, just sit here obediently and wait for me to come back."

When Xiao Qiu heard this, he withdrew his hand and ran up.

"Bring a new basin of water when you come here."

Xiaoqiu went back in a fart and poured out the basin of water he was playing with, and ran over with a new one.

The cauldron room is not far from the kitchen, about dozens of steps away. As the name suggests, there is a huge pot.Although the cauldron room is not often used, it is clean and bright because it is cleaned every day.

Nezha put down the bamboo basket, took the hand from the small ball, poured it into the big pot, and took the hanging steamer twice the size of his head, set it on the water, and spread the washed rice evenly.

The rice in a bamboo basket needs to be steamed three times. With rare patience, he piled up the first amount carefully, covered the steaming cover and pot lid, and ordered the shamisen real fire to steam the rice.

Xiaoqiu stood on the side looking at his ax for chopping wood, his little face wrinkled unconsciously, "Father, what can I do?"

"It's none of your business right now, let's sit on the side for a while. There's breakfast on the small table, let's fill it up first." Nezha conjured up a small stool for both of them, and sat leisurely waiting for the raw rice to ripen.

This day's breakfast was corn tortillas and side dishes. Xiao Qiu chewed the pickles while gnawing on the tortillas. His chopsticks moved around and touched every plate.Nezha didn't lift his head, but raised his palm and slapped it, and bit the cake he took.

Xiao Qiu was stuffing eggs into the pancakes, with a big mouthful of vegetables in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Xiao Fenghuang said that their family eats Lianshi every day, which is bamboo rice. But every time I go to his house to play, it happens to be There is no food left. Dad, which one is better, bamboo rice or our rice?"

Nezha was still biting the cake, and when he heard his son's question, he almost bit his tongue, "Do you want to eat bamboo rice?"

"No, can't you?" Xiao Qiu stared at him blankly.

"No, it's okay." He threw the firewood into the stove with a cake in his mouth, and said with his new head, "I was looking for Phoenix once at the order of my master, and I happened to have dinner in his palace once. It's bamboo rice."

"Is it delicious?"

"How should I say it?" Nezha tried to find out the memory that was deliberately dusted in his mind, "It's not bad, but it's definitely not delicious. To give an intuitive example, I only ate half a bowl not."

Having eaten with Nezha for several years, Xiaoqiu still has a little understanding of his appetite.On weekdays, the bowls used by Nezha are about the size of a man’s hands when they are flattened. Each meal can fill two bowls. Although Xiaoqiu has never eaten the food of Fenghuang’s family, he has heard that their bowls are mostly served with bamboo. .

The largest bamboo is only the size of Nezha's palm, and it is specially used for Phoenix, and most of the bamboo used for hospitality is the thickness of adult men's wrists.Nezha, who has never been a picky eater, only ate less than half of the amount. One can imagine how terrible the taste was.

Thinking of this, Xiaoqiu shivered.

"Son, do you smell the fragrance?"

Xiao Qiu sniffed hard, and a burst of sweet rice smell penetrated his nostrils, immediately dispelling the lurking sleepy bugs.

"Run slowly, don't worry." Nezha stuffed the last bite of pancake into his mouth, got up and lifted the lid, "Son, stand far away, so as not to burn it."

Xiao Qiu took two steps back and stood on tiptoe vigorously, but he felt nothing except the scent and the constant light and heat.

Nezha squatted down and left his back to him, "Hold it well, and you will really become a 'steaming dragon' when you fall into the pot later." His movements drift.

The freshly steamed rice has clear grains, white and fragrant. Nezha twisted a small ball with his hands and held it in front of the ball, "Blow it to cool before eating." Put the rice in your mouth, chew left and right.

"Is it delicious?" Nezha took the big cleaned bowl and buckled the steamer up, and the full rice fell into it securely. Come and eat.

Xiao Qiu nodded repeatedly and opened his mouth at him.

"Just give it the last bite and eat slowly."

"it is good!"

While the ball was still savoring the sweetness of the rice, Nezha moved the big bowl to the small table with a force, and beat it after the rice had cooled down a bit.During this period, he needs to steam the second pot of rice, and by the way, find some work for the little gluttonous dragon on his back, so that he won't miss that bowl of rice all the time.

Just as he was thinking hard, there was a sound of footsteps from far to near.

"Woo la la!" Xiaota raised his arms in Ao Bing's arms, almost slapping him.

Ao Bing leaned back slightly, and said to them: "I just got the news from my mother that Brother Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi and Xiao Tiangou will visit later. If there is no accident, they will stay at the mansion for dinner."

Nezha glanced at the bamboo basket, which was less than a third of a meter long, and felt bad.

The author has something to say:

Most of the steps of making rice cakes are done by yourself, please do not imitate them.

The current Emperor of Heaven is Haotian, who is said to be a boy in Yuanshi Tianzun Palace.Di Jun was the last Heavenly Emperor, and one of his wives was the Queen Mother of the West, but the current queen is not the Queen Mother of the West.

According to the setting of the Lich War, Yuanshi Tianzun, Nuwa, Dijun, and Donghuang Taiyi should all be high-ranking gods at the same level, and the ancestor Hongjun is higher than them, so it is not mentioned in the article (because where Zha, please don’t move).If the setting of this article does not match the historical facts, please read according to the private setting, thank you very much!