The ancestral precepts passed down from generation to generation naturally have their reasons. Those experiences gained with blood, if you want to survive in this mountain, you'd better keep them in mind and don't violate them easily. The price is not something everyone can bear.
Ye Congwen is the weakest of the two tribes, and the most courageous among them. Naturally, he will not risk his own life. If his life is gone, what's the use of giving you ten pieces of five-color ginseng?
Seeing the sky getting darker and darker, Ye Congwen rowed the boat back quickly. Today was another busy day. There were only three or four kilograms of ordinary yams in the basket on his back. Although they were not precious varieties, when he was stewing precious medicinal chicken soup Adding a pound or two can save time on cooking.
A lonely person like him with limited cooking skills can naturally keep things simple, and this kind of wild yam has a soft, glutinous and sweet taste, which is much more delicious than rice.
Ye Congwen returned home before it got dark. He wanted to continue simmering chicken soup, but he opened the cupboard and found that only the last half of the two-color ginseng was left. It only weighed about two kilograms, but Ye Congwen was afraid that it would rot over time, so he dried it and hid it in the cabinet. It was as hard as wood and looked very ugly.
I cut half of the two-color ginseng, mixed it with two pounds of beef tendons, and one pound of yam to stew a pot of soup. I was busy all day long and didn't find any precious medicinal materials. Although I was not discouraged, my limbs were weak and I really didn't want to slaughter it again. Pluck the chickens and clean the internal organs.
After taking a bath, I lay on the mat, waiting for the soup, while flipping through the burial scriptures boredly, occasionally memorizing a paragraph or two, hoping that one day I would need it.
Boom, boom, boom! A rapid knock on the door woke Ye Congwen from his sleep, and he quickly asked:
"Who is it?"
"Brother Congwen, it's me, aren't you asleep yet?"
When Ye Congwen heard the sound, he knew it was pigeon sprouts. Except for her, few people in Tieta Village came to visit her home. Recently I have been busy cooking two-color ginseng stewed chicken to improve my physical condition, so I probably haven’t seen her in more than ten days.
"The door is not locked, just come in. When did you become so polite?"
I saw pig bean sprouts walking in with a bowl of cold braised beef shank and smiling. Seeing Ye Congwen lying on the bamboo chair and reading the burial scripture again, he immediately curled his lips and complained unhappily:
"Why are you reading a ghost book at night?"
"Little girl, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand the movie. This is a very useful book. I recently made a small fortune from this book, and maybe I can make a big fortune in a few days!"
Ye Congwen didn't hide anything about Douya. On the contrary, he was a little eager to reveal the secret. Ever since Ye Congwen's parents died when he was eight years old, Douya would come to talk to him every three days to relieve his boredom.
The two often exchanged secrets, but never told anyone about them. Generally speaking, although Mudouya sometimes spoke erratically, he was still very tight-lipped when it came to keeping secrets.
"Who are you kidding? It's just a book that teaches people how to dig graves. Could it be possible that gold ingots were dug out of the graves?
Don't lie there, I've made you a big bowl of cold beef shank, come over and try to see if it tastes to your liking. "
Ye Congwen wanted to retort a few words, but the red and oily slices of beef looked appetizing, and his stomach growled unsatisfactorily. A carp did two somersaults in the air and landed impartially. On a stool at the dining table.
Mudou Ya heard the noise and was about to look back, but found that there was no one on the recliner. She was wondering what was going on. When she reached out to put the bowl, she saw Ye Congwen sitting upright in front of the table. She was so frightened that she almost dropped the bowl. He threw it away and shouted in surprise:
"Are you a human or a ghost? Do you walk silently?"
Then I thought that Ye Congwen seemed to have fallen from the sky. Does this mean that Ye Congwen can fly?
"Did you fly here just now?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I didn't see it just now, fly another one and show it to me."
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There must be something wrong with my head. This is not an acrobatic performance. I will fly again to show you. Have you bought a ticket? There is a tip for watching the performance. Do you have any coins?
The bean sprouts were clever, and they knew Ye Congwen thoroughly. How could he not understand its meaning? He quickly put the bowl of beef in his hand and said with a narrow smile:
"You can show me somersaults again, or I'll take the beef back."
Yo! Still holding him hostage? I really didn’t want to do this. It wasn’t like I had no food to eat. I turned around and went to the kitchen to bring a pot of soup. I opened the lid and saw the rich smell of yam filling the whole room. I glanced at the pigeon pea sprouts that were well hidden in the beef bowl. , and drank the soup by himself.
Mudouya was also startled, when did he become so angry? He was originally going to give him beef to eat, so don't let his anger distract him from the business.
He slowly walked around and took a look at the contents of the stew pot, including some yams, beef tendons, and a few things like tree roots. He felt soft-hearted for a moment and said without mercy:
"Just tell me if you don't know how to cook. I'll teach you how to do it. Look at what kind of food you are making. It's all stewed in a pot, even with tree roots."
"I'm ignorant, I don't know anything, and I'm still pretending to be an expert here. Do you have such beautiful tree roots at home?"
Ye Congwen took a look at the pig bean sprouts. He had lost a lot of weight after not seeing anyone for more than ten days. His face was full of exhaustion. He said with a bit of reproach and dissatisfaction:
"You can make the stew slowly. Seventy or eighty families can join together to make the stew first. Why are you working so hard from dawn to dusk? What if you get tired and sick? Do you have to pay for it? Why don't you find a mirror to see how thin you are? That’s it, I think the old patriarch has done a great job in giving you this name, it’s almost like bean sprouts.”
"It's quite easy to make brine, but it's too hard to teach them. They are all so stupid that I want to hit them. They can't learn how to make brine, but they have a bad temper, and they give up at every turn.
If you can't win, you can't be scolded. I'm even more difficult to serve than you. Sometimes I think about it, I am still smarter than Brother Congwen. I can learn everything immediately. I have a good temper and know how to care for others. No matter what I ask, I will do it... …”
When Doudou Ya saw Ye Congwen talking to him, he immediately chattered endlessly like pouring beans.
"Seeing that your mouth is so sweet, go and get two bowls from the cupboard so that you can try my soup-making skills."
Ye Congwen knew that Mu Dou Ya was roundaboutly reminding him that he was not performing acrobatics for her. Thinking about it, it's not easy for this girl. She has three or four younger sisters and younger brothers to take care of at home, and she also has to find time to teach the fierce sisters from the Huaye and Huaye tribes to make brine.
"Okay! After finishing the soup, I want to see you fly in the air again!"
Mudouya knew that Ye Congwen's cooking skills were poor and he would not be able to get anything out of a pot of random stews, but this was all to make the novice happy. Run to the cupboard and get the bowl.
Opening the cabinet, I saw something like a tree root at a glance, and muttered in confusion:
"What good stuff is hidden so well? It looks like the stuff that was stewed in the pot just now!"
Tieta Village lives along the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range, where there are hordes of ferocious beasts. People with weak bodies like Mudouya are not allowed to leave the village since childhood. They can only walk around in the yard at most, otherwise birds and ferocious beasts may attack them at any time. Her little life.
Therefore, she knew nothing about mountain medicinal herbs. I thought I had collected some root carving ornaments, so I took a quick look and left.
Ye Congwen set up the earthenware bowl, took a wooden spoon and put only half a bowl of soup into the bowl of pigeon sprouts, and scooped out some yam and beef tendon. That stingy look made Mu Dou Ya frown dissatisfied, and there were faint signs of going crazy.
"Take a sip first and see the reaction." Ye Congwen said slowly.
"You also know how to let people taste it first, which is a bit self-aware."
Mudouya admired Ye Congwen's performance very much. As a novice in cooking, this attitude proves that he has self-awareness.
After tasting a few mouthfuls, he pursed his lips, like a master guiding his apprentice, and commented in a serious manner:
There was too much salt, and it was a bit salty; the beef tendons were not blanched, so the smell was too strong; the yam was overcooked, and the texture was too floury; and what are these two unsightly tree roots, and why do they taste so bitter? "
Ye Congwen looked at the pigeon sprouts quietly, neither happy nor sad, with no expression on his face. He just stared at the pigeon sprouts' face expectantly. There was an indescribable charm in his eyes, and he also looked caring and caring. Question:
"How do you feel? Do you feel your heartbeat is racing?"
You stare at people like this, as if you want to eat them. What girl wouldn't be afraid? A rapid heartbeat is considered a minor reaction. Mudouya muttered something in his mind and nodded shyly.
"Is your whole body feeling hot?"
"A little."
"Your face is hot and red too?"
"A little."
"Do you feel uncomfortable all over, your blood is boiling, and you really want to take a cold shower?"
"It's all a little bit." Mudouya questioned depressedly: That's a normal reaction for you men. It wouldn't be appropriate for me.
"Then you quickly take off your clothes and dance! Otherwise, I'm afraid your body won't be able to hold it in!"
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"What are you thinking about! You bad boy, you do striptease all day long!"
Mudouya's eyes widened, and he stood up suddenly, reaching out to give Ye Congwen a few slaps. Before he could do anything, something suddenly fell from his nose, and it sounded like rain.
I lowered my head and saw that the dining table was covered with red water drops - not water drops, but my own nosebleeds. I could only think blankly for a moment: I have only heard of men having nosebleeds when they see beautiful women, but I have never heard of women having nosebleeds when they see handsome men. Nosebleed.
I was puzzled about the solution when I suddenly saw the dark tree roots in the stew pot and immediately understood the problem. Nine times out of ten, this thing is poisonous. He covered his nose and shouted loudly:
"Ye Congwen, you bad guy, even if you poison me to death and turn into a ghost, I will still haunt you!"
As soon as his eyebrows were raised, he was about to jump over the dining table and hit Ye Congwen. Unexpectedly, he jumped three meters away and flew directly over Ye Congwen's head!
what's the situation? Could it be that I turned into a ghost so quickly? I jumped so lightly that I even started crying in anger:
What a damn bad boy. He was so heavily poisoned that he didn't even let me say a few words of farewell?
