According to Zhuque, he was the person involved in the birth of Taotie.
So he doesn't have to do anything special. As long as he waits for the world line to develop naturally, he can wait until the moment when Taotie is born.
Of course, even if he waited, he would not be able to kill the newly born Taotie without any preparation.
But Suzaku said that as long as his mission is not completed, the time spiral will continue. So he still has countless opportunities to come back.
In the next reincarnation, he will have the ability to predict the future after having already experienced one reincarnation. At that time, he can just think about how to kill Taotie.
Yes, that's it, so now just enjoy He Ma's tired, boring but rich life.
The lunch Xiaoluo prepared for him was roasted corn. Dinner is a mixture of bamboo shoots and meat cooked in a bamboo tube.
As soon as the lid of the bamboo tube was opened, the aroma of thick soup immediately filled the whole room. The hungry Meng Fei took a deep breath, whetting his appetite.
"These bamboo shoots are so delicious. Where did you buy them?"
The bamboo shoots are not only tender, without any hard feeling, but also not a little bit astringent, but have a hint of sweetness.
It's much more delicious than the bamboo shoots bought in the supermarket.
He suddenly realized that these were the original bamboo shoots from a thousand years ago. There is no air pollution, no pesticides and fertilizers, and no long-distance transportation or cold chain. Not everyone has the opportunity to eat it.
A thousand years from now, such pristine bamboo shoots might even be genetically extinct.
"My lord, it seems like you haven't woken up all day today."
Meng Fei thinks Xiao Han's confused expression in the maid's dress is super cute.
He couldn't help but wonder whether he should order a maid outfit for Xiao Han after he returned, to see if she would automatically return to herself a thousand years ago.
Fortunately, this thought only flashed through his mind, and was immediately extinguished by Ai Ting's thunderstorm in his imagination.
"Didn't we dig this three days ago when we went to the mountains to play? The bamboo forest over there is full of bamboo shoots."
"Oh, I almost forgot."
Meng Fei patted his head gently.
His head was filled with He Ma's memories, but he was still not used to retrieving them. But when Xiaoluo reminded him, he remembered it.
According to He Ma's rules, he will take two days off every half month. Three days ago it was one of the last rest days.
Consider that this time storm spiral lasts only seven days. He wouldn't be able to make it on the next day off. This made him sigh.
The wonderful journey of returning for a thousand years turned out to be just like the days after a thousand years of hard work and hard work.
Xiaoluo didn't eat, but sat at the other end of the table, holding her cheeks with her hands, looking at him with crescent-shaped smiling eyes.
"Why don't you eat?"
"I ate it in the kitchen."
"Then why are you always looking at me?"
"nice."
"..."
If the reincarnation of time is correct, does it mean that Xiao Han, a thousand years later, thinks of me the same way?
Another big secret was discovered.
Sure enough, handsome people don’t have to worry about not having enough to eat.
"How many patients are there behind?"
"There are still fifteen more. Your Majesty, your movements are slower than before today. How about only ninety number plates being issued from tomorrow?"
Meng Fei traveled through time and had a lot more things in his mind than the original Hema. His proficiency and work enthusiasm both dropped, leading to delays.
"No need. I'll hurry up later.
"Xiaoluo, go and rest first.
"I can handle the rest alone."
"real?"
"real."
"good!"
It wasn't until all the patients were cleaned up that Meng Fei realized that it was impossible for Xiaoluo to rest first.
She had too much to do.
The courtyard He Ma rented was not small. Lots of patients coming in and out, making a mess.
She has to clean the yard, tidy the room, clean the kitchen, wash dishes and clothes, boil the bath water, and make the bed.
But after Meng Fei finished his work, it was very simple. He took off his clothes and took a bath in the barrel. Xiaoluo had already neatly folded the new pajamas he was going to put on beside him.
Thousands of years ago, everything was fine. The only problem was that there were no mobile phones, computers, or even televisions. There wasn't even an electric light.
At night, there are only oil lamps, which are not bright enough. There was no entertainment other than going to bed.
In late spring and early summer, the weather is quite hot during the day. But at night, the room became freezing cold. Wearing only his thin pajamas, he felt a little cold.
Fortunately, Xiaoluo had already made the bed. The blue printed quilt looks a bit shabby, but it is clean and tidy.
The window is covered with curtains made of sparse bamboo strips. Through the gaps, you can see that it is dark outside and there is absolutely no light.
There were sounds of insects outside, like someone playing a harmonica on a summer night. The other noise was the sound of moths flapping against the curtains.
There was a slightly bright red dot on the corner of the bedside wall, which was lit with something similar to mosquito coils and exuded a lavender-like smell.
There was the buzzing sound of some kind of machinery spinning faster and faster outside the door.
It was a device specially made by He Ma for Xiaoluo. It was a wooden bucket with many small holes, and wet washed clothes could be quickly dried by being placed in it.
Thousands of years ago, the biggest problem for such a device to work was where did the kinetic energy come from? There were no engines at that time.
But it's not a problem for Xiaoluo. As long as anything can rotate physically, she can make it rotate with her thoughts.
The various devices He Ma specially invented for her made her feel a lot more relaxed. But even so, she still has to be busy until late every day.
Meng Fei was lying on the bed, staring at the empty pillow next to him with flickering eyes, wondering when this past-life version of Xiao Han would get into bed.
Do you want to experience the mistake He Ma made a thousand years ago?
"No, you can't be too scumbag."
He fought hard, but he couldn't resist the tiredness of the day's work.
The darkness was gradually rising like a tide. His vision was getting blurry and the surroundings were getting quieter. Even the sounds of insects outside the window could no longer be heard.
Another harsh sound of copper bells woke him up.
Damn it, I forgot to hide that damn copper bell?
When he opened his eyes, the sky was already bright, as if a negligible moment had passed since last night. But his sleepiness didn't diminish at all, which was a huge loss.
While the ringing of the bells stopped temporarily, he changed his position and planned to sleep for a while, but the terrible sound rang again.
In desperation, he had no choice but to reach out and grab the copper bell, intending to throw it out of the window.
A fair girl's hand held his hand down.
"Lord Hema, you overslept again.
"This is what you said. If you oversleep for more than half an hour, I will use this copper bell to ring until you wake up."
"oh."
Wait, Meng Fei suddenly felt weird.
What Xiaoluo said sounded so familiar. Did she repeat exactly what she said yesterday?
