"Ah" a scream pierced the air.
The blazing flames suddenly covered the poor ginseng.
Peng Yuan's vision went dark when she saw that the opportunity for a prosperous future that she had worked so hard to snatch from her cousin was just burned.
Her mother was startled by her, and the firewood she was fidgeting with suddenly fell down and fell into the fire, splashing a large amount of sparks: "Damn girl, what are you talking about?"
The sharp voice was mixed with fright.
Peng Yuan didn't expect her mother's reaction, so she subconsciously rushed forward and reached into the stove to get the ginseng.
Her mother was startled and pushed her away with a backhand, but just like that, Peng Yuan's hand was also hit by the sparks, causing a few blisters.
She immediately let out another cry of pain: "Ah" Her mother yelled and cursed: "You're a death-seeking girl.
You're so stupid and you dare to put your hand into the stove."
She said this, but she still quickly scooped up cold water and soaked Peng Yuan.
During the autumn harvest season, every minute and every second is very important, so instead of going home to eat, the Peng family has their meals delivered to the fields.
Therefore, most people are unaware of the stupid things Peng Yuan has done.
But even so, they all knew it in the evening.
Looking at the girl waving her hands and complaining of pain, they lectured one by one: "You are stupid, and you will cause chaos when you are free."
"I'm afraid that if I'm not playing crazy, my brain won't work, and I'd dare to do anything."
"You are such an old person and you don't know anything.
You are far worse than your sister."
"That's it, look at how well-behaved Lingling is.
As a sister, you can't even set a good example for your sister, and yet you are compared to her.
Are you ashamed?"
Peng Yuan, who had burned her hand, sat on the blue stone in the yard aggrievedly, her head lowered and her eyes red.
This time, it can be said that he accompanied his wife and lost his troops.
Not only did he fail to use ginseng to catch the golden-legged Xi'an, he also burned himself and was scolded by the whole family.
Peng Yuan, who had never been smarter than before, held her other unburned hand tightly and waited, she would definitely hug that golden thigh.
While thinking about it, she glared fiercely at her cousin who was watching the fun next to her.
Peng Ling was stared at in confusion.
She also thought that since her sister liked the tree roots so much, she would go up to the mountain and dig another one tomorrow to prevent her sister from doing anything stupid again.
While Peng Yuan was thinking about hugging her thigh, her thigh-sister was working hard for Chang Li.
Living in this big mountain, Changli naturally has no shortage of food.
What comes in the morning is a pheasant, and what comes in the afternoon is a deer.
I don’t know how bad the weather is this year, but the living creatures in this mountain are indeed having a hard time.
When the deer hit the rock in front of Changli and killed him, Changli only raised his eyebrows slightly.
Being so thin, it must taste very bad and be quite annoying to cook.
It would be difficult for him to do it himself, so he had to find someone else.
The only other people in this mountain are Lin Zhengye and his grandson.
When Chang Li carried the deer to look for him, Lin Zheng was no longer so curious.
He was thinking a little distractedly that this was probably the strange people and strange things described in the little book, or that this child had a certain disease.
The inheritance of qigong masters, who have unparalleled skills, can hunt a deer with ease.
Changli didn't know what Lin was thinking, so he threw the deer in front of him: "Here, help me get it done, and I'll give you half."
Half and half, Lin Zheng found that he already liked the word half.
He said: "What flavor do you want to eat?"
There is no such thing as taste or taste in the mountains, that's all Lin Zheng said.
He remembered that before his family fell into decline, his father took him to hunt game, and he also hunted a deer that was much fatter than the one in front of him. thin.
At that time, my father would put it on an iron frame and grill it with all kinds of rare seasonings, pungent cumin, special pepper, secret hot sauce, authentic sophora nectar, and those bits and pieces.
It was a bit rough, but when applied to the deer, it contained large grains of salt that were delicious, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
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He said with a nostalgic tone: "How about baking, I have some salt left here."
That is to say, now that the situation is a little better, they can get something in their hands.
Chang Li: "Whatever, as long as it tastes good."
Anyway, no matter how Lin Zheng makes it, it will be better than what he made himself.
When Lin Zheng heard Changli's agreement, he stepped forward and carried the deer, which weighed more than ten kilograms, to the house.
Lin Zheng and his grandfather Lin Wei couldn't help but be a little curious when they saw Chang Li returning.
He originally wanted to joke about whether he regretted taking the ginseng back, but he didn't expect that he immediately saw Lin who was working hard to carry the deer. just.
He sat up suddenly in shock: "Where did this come from?"
Changli: "I picked it up on the roadside, and it crashed to death in front of me.
I can't let it go to waste."
Meeting Lin Wei's suspicious gaze, Changli said.
Lin Wei: "Why are you so lucky?"
Chang Li: "God did it, how do I know?"
Lin Wei: "" The other person's old eyes were not dull, and he immediately saw clearly the way the deer died, and immediately took a breath of air-conditioning: "You are so lucky."
Chang Li curled his lips, what kind of luck, if it comes to this, he should have fallen to death directly, it can be said that he carried it home, but he came here personally for these things.
His skinny body still carried these weaknesses: "How long can I eat this?"
Old Man Lin: "You can eat the bacon for half a month no matter what."
This is a frugal approach.
That is to say, Old Man Lin has no shortage of salt on hand now, so he dares to talk about making bacon.
But Changli disagreed: "The bacon made from deer is not delicious, so it's better to stew it freshly."
Old man Lin felt a little regretful: "This is a waste."
Chang Li: "How can you say it's a waste if you eat it in your stomach?"
Old man Lin couldn't resist him, so he could only let Lin Zheng cut the deer in half and roast it.
It's not easy to cook a deer, at least not for a kid like Lin Zheng, who is eight or nine years old.
So it was more than an hour after the deer was cooked.
Smelling the aroma of meat surging in the air, Old Man Lin's tired taste buds were stimulated and began to secrete saliva.
He stood up holding on to the board at the head of the bed, and it turned out to be quite smooth. fell to the ground.
He hadn't reacted yet, but Lin Zheng's eyes widened immediately.
Grandpa's energy was not good at all.
After cooking the ginseng, he couldn't even sit up.
He didn't expect that he would just fall down now.
The bed, the look still carries these radiant flavors.
Chang Li, who was sitting on the side, was not surprised.
After receiving so much spiritual energy, it was strange that he still couldn't get out of bed.
He leisurely picked up a deer leg with good oil secretion and gnawed it slowly.
Lin Zheng's craftsmanship was indeed good.
When there were seasonings available, the roasted deer leg was particularly fragrant.
Lin Zheng carefully tore off a piece of meat and put it in his mouth to taste it.
Then he said in a weak voice: "Grandpa, do you want to eat it?"
He was afraid that Old Man Lin would scold him.
After all, it didn't take much effort to cook a deer deer.
He was just doing a small favor, so he just ate the meat without any courtesy.
It was not good to say the least.
Old Man Lin did not reprimand him this time.
He touched his grandson's head and said with guilt in his eyes: "You did a good job, fair trade, using your own labor to create value in exchange for resources, very good."
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Lin Zheng raised his head in surprise, looked into the old man's expectant eyes, and nodded vigorously.
Changli, who had been watching the deep love between ancestors and grandchildren for a while, said lazily: "I don't know what delicious food will be available tomorrow."
Old man Lin said angrily: "Do you think you are so lucky?
You can have wild game knocking on your door every day."
Chang Li raised his eyebrows and said nothing, right?
This game is naturally available every day.
After saving a meal, Changli left with lazily steps, while the Lin family's ancestors and grandchildren consciously made the remaining meat into bacon.
Bacon needs to be hung in a ventilated place to dry.
Logically speaking, Old Man Lin would not do such a dangerous thing, but there are always more solutions than problems, so the matter was solved properly.
It stands to reason that the aroma of roasted deer is so strong that it would normally attract people to check it out.
But this time, I don’t know if it’s because of the rush to harvest during the autumnal equinox, but it didn’t attract anyone else’s attention.
Not even half of them were attracted by the aroma.
No mice came.
Although Old Man Lin asked Lin Zheng to close the doors and windows when he started roasting deer deer, he always felt that he seemed to have missed something, and his luck today seemed to be very good.
After a full meal, Changli continued walking into the mountains and forests.
He didn't meet anyone along the way, but some fruit trees would appear inexplicably on the ground he passed.
For example, a pear that is so ripe that its branches are bent to the point that it is far away from his hand, a persimmon that is neither soft nor hard, and just falls on his hand, or an orange with a thin skin and a very good taste, with a sour smell and full of moisture.
Big grapefruit, small grains, sweet and sour wild grapes There was even a swarm of wild bees buzzing past Changli, leaving behind a nest filled with honey.
Chang Li enjoyed these natural delicacies all the way without even having to clean them.
The further he went into the mountains, the better the treatment, until he found a small core of spiritual veins, he stopped and began to heal.
In a small mountain col, Chang Li sat on a naturally formed bluestone, closing his eyes and regulating his breath.
If you focus all your energy on your spiritual consciousness, the picture presented in your spiritual consciousness will naturally be more thorough.
Chang Li could see the little bits of life emanating from the surrounding trees, the gurgling water in the stream not far away, the various creatures living in this mountain forest, and the aura of this mountain forest. true distribution.
Wisps of mist began to surround him, making him look a little more alienated and a little less poor.
If anyone saw this scene, they would be very curious as to how this extremely unscientific scene happened. of.
Every time he breathed, he caused the local spiritual energy to circulate.
The spiritual energy began to vibrate in accordance with his breathing frequency.
Wisps of vitality filled the air, giving him a more mysterious and mysterious feeling.
If it were transformed into a large one, the world itself would be a large spiritual vein, but some places have more spiritual energy, and some places have less spiritual energy.
Those with more spiritual energy form spiritual mines, while those with less spiritual energy are like this gradually turbid world, without much vitality.
There are times when the spiritual veins are released externally, and there are times when they are restrained.
When they are released externally, the Taoism and Dharma are prosperous, and when they are restrained, the Taoism and Dharma are ending.
Of course, this statement is not absolute, but it is still the same when used in this world.
After all, the realm of Changli is here, so even if the spiritual veins of this world are introverted, he has forced some of them out.
That's why this mountain has changed so quickly.
Of course, ordinary people can't tell this kind of change. of Qing.
The sun sets little by little, and the blazing great sun essence slowly disappears from the air, leaving the earth peaceful.
When Changli returned home, the Zhou family was finishing their meal.
The same sweet potatoes were mushy, and the whole family ate like little pigs.
When Changli came back, they just looked up and started eating.
Zhou Daya even said hello: "Si'er, you're back."
Changli nodded.
Zhou Daya: "Sit down and eat."
Changli picked up a sweet potato and ate it slowly.
The men of the Zhou family were furious at the sight of the little brat pretending to be polite.
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He put down the bowl with a bang: "What are you talking about?
You are so free.
You will go to the fields with us tomorrow."
Chang Li raised his head and glanced at him, nodding his head.
No matter where he goes, he won't suffer any loss anyway.
Not seeing the fear and awe on the little brat's face, the man from the Zhou family became even more upset.
He put down the bowl with a bang and rushed into the room.
The rest of the people also finished eating one after another and got up and left one by one.
There were fewer and fewer people at the table, and in the end only Chang Li and Zhou Daya were left.
Zhou Daya was clearing away the dishes and chopsticks without any complaints, showing no trace of dissatisfaction.
She has long been accustomed to her father's discriminatory attitude towards her, and thinks this is normal.
She said to her brother, who was almost ten years younger than her: "Go to sleep.
My brother also went to the ground.
Go talk to him and he will help you."
Zhou Daya, who didn't even eat the sweet potato paste and only ate some clear soup with little water, looked at the remaining paste in the basin and swallowed her saliva.
Chang Li slowly finished a sweet potato and asked Zhou Daya: "Are you getting married?"
Zhou Daya didn't expect Changli to ask this question.
Although she was very shy, she still replied: "Yes."
When she thought of this marriage, her desire to talk became particularly strong.
She said in a low tone: "When the autumn harvest is finished and the grain is distributed, we can hold a banquet, and it will be more glamorous by then.
My parents, my grandparents, They all feel that it is a waste to serve wine at this time, and people have to open it to eat and drink when people come, but he feels that it is a good time to serve wine at that time, and it is face-saving, so that others can see how generous he is."
Chang Li listened to her quietly, and after she rambled for a long time, he said, "Did you see her falling in love with him?"
As if wondering why Changli would ask such a question, Zhou Daya asked a little strangely: "He already has this intention, what else am I dissatisfied with?"
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