"What, is that too much?" Lin Yue stretched out his hand.
The lame man quickly put the medicine bottle into his pocket and said with a playful smile: "Hey, if every businessman were like you, they would lose all their money. You should really learn this from the guy opposite. study."
He was referring to the mythical dragon.
Vet Hao hit him on the head with a cigarette stick.
"Hiss~" Meng Fanlao turned around and glared at him: "What's the matter? Father and son are going into battle. I can't afford to offend you."
Veterinarian Hao looked at him and said, "You will go to tongue-pulling hell if you talk like this."
"According to your auspicious words, the young master doesn't want to die yet."
While the three of them were bickering, Doubiang and Ayi came back from outside.
"Brother Lin Yue, this is a man named Yang Di who is picking mushrooms in the mountains in the front yard. He asked me to bring them to you to try."
Doubian walked up to Lin Yue with a bunch of fungi in his pocket under his military uniform: "Look, there are many varieties."
Lin Yue didn't take it seriously at first, but when he glanced at the mushrooms, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
As Doubi said, there are many varieties, including porcini, chicken fir, and green head fungus, but these are not important. What really makes Lin Yue feel that good people are rewarded are the matsutake mushrooms in the corner and a few pieces of black fungus. Something weird.
The defeated soldiers came from all over the world. They only knew that fungi could fill their stomachs, but they generally couldn't tell what kind they were and how valuable they were.
Not to mention matsutake, those dark pieces are a precious ingredient on Westerners’ tables - truffles.
Over there, Lin Yi also took out a transparent glass jar as if it were a treasure: "Lin Yue, this is what Zhang Lixian asked me to give to you. He said it was a side dish from their hometown. He also said that if you feel good after eating it, you can go to his place again." Get it there."
"Hey, reciprocate the favor. Let me see what these are." Meng Fanglia came over and said, "The pickles made with cucumber, string beans, green vegetables and chili cinnamon, that man really gave you face."
Zhang Lixian is a major officer and a personal attendant of Yu Xiaoqing. Lin Yue is still a lieutenant. It is of course a very honorable thing for the other party to ask Lin Yi to bring back a can of pickles as a gift.
"Don't you see it? This is our Sichuan kimchi. Take a bite when you are drinking porridge. It will be relaxing." Kaname ran over like a cat that smelled fish.
Bu La aimed at his butt from behind and kicked him: "You bastard, you know how to eat all day long. Why don't you look so positive when you're working?"
Lin Yue handed the jar of kimchi to Kaname: "Let everyone try it."
"Gotta get it, gotta get it."
The guy took it as if he was grabbing something, and held it tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that Lin Yue would regret it. He had been fighting outside for so long, and had not eaten hometown food for a long time. Given the current situation, If you can have a few bites, it's almost like going back home.
Bula said: "We Hunanese can also make kimchi."
Veterinarian Hao glanced at the glass jar and knocked his pipe on the pillar: "This is Zhang Lixian. He is really a good person."
"What do you know? He is really a good person?" Meng Fan said: "That's just for him. Who is the leader? The company commander appointed by Yu Xiaoqing. As long as he doesn't die in Burma, he will be transferred when he comes back. Be a close companion by your side. What is this called? This is called preparing for a rainy day. Zhang Lixian is smart, how can he be like us who are just waiting to die?"
"Sour, really sour, it tastes just like the old vinegar we have." Kang Ya walked to the side and squatted down.
"Hiss~" Meng Fan gritted his teeth and glared, then kicked him to stagger: "What's the matter with you? Go and stay somewhere to cool down."
Snake Butt stood in the sun chopping meat. While slicing, he noticed that all the people around him had run away. When he looked back, he saw that all the good guys were surrounding Lin Yue.
"Why did you all run away and leave me to do the work alone? It's so unjust..."
"There's not much firewood left. I'm going to add more firewood." Doubi shook the mushrooms in his clothes: "Brother Lin Yue, where do you put this?"
Vet Hao handed over a dustpan for drying herbs, and Bean Cake poured all the mushrooms into it.
Lin Yue was a little tired from sitting, so he stood up and took a long stretch.
Why did he ask Doubian and Lin Yi to deliver meat? It's because these two people are the most down-to-earth among the cannon fodder. If it were Kang Ya and Kao Ma, they could give you half of the pork.
By chance, Milong came from the north room, and he waved from a distance: "Milong, come on, come here."
"What are you doing?"
"Isn't braised vermicelli with cabbage and pork a Northeastern cuisine? I think you are the only one among these people who has experience, so you can give me some advice."
"Are you begging me?"
Lin Yue smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Okay, I beg you."
Mi Long stretched out his military uniform like a victorious fighting cock, walked to the pottery urn, picked up a bamboo stick and stirred it. After finishing it, he looked up to the sky and sighed: "Oh my god, this is not how Northeastern pork stew vermicelli is made."
"What the hell is this? A good pot of pork is ruined like this. Yang Danzi, go get the soy sauce."
As if Yang Danzi had received the imperial edict, he hurried to the room filled with various supplies, and soon walked out with two bottles of soy sauce.
"You have to put soy sauce. Would it be delicious without soy sauce?" Mi Long glanced at Lin Yue: "I will definitely let you try it. It's serious, pork stewed with vermicelli."
He put the straw hat on the pottery urn and added a handful of firewood underneath.
"Smell this, it smells right."
His eyes sparkled with tears as he spoke.
No one spoke, everyone gathered in front of the pottery urn, listening to the sound of firewood exploding underneath.
"My home is in the northeast, on the Songhua River. There are my parents there, and there are soybeans and sorghum all over the mountains and plains."
"September 18, September 18, from that tragic time..."
"Add more firewood."
"It made my eyes burn."
Milong returned to his warehouse and closed the door tightly.
Meng Fanlian dragged his lame leg to the broken straw mat in front of the eaves and lay down. He looked at Lin Yue sitting on the steps and said, "Master Lin, why are you so weak today? This is not in line with your past style."
Lin Yue glanced at him: "I'm helping him."
"How can you help him?"
"Help him find his soul."
"Hey, do you still have this skill? Then help me."
Lin Yue threw the five pieces of ocean into the sky, picked it up in his hand, got up and walked to the east room.
…
After finishing the big pot of food, he went back to bed and slept for a while. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, he went out, found the eldest man in Zenda City, asked a few questions, and then went to Dongmen Market. After a round, turn into the pants alley.
He didn't know where Chen Xiaozui lived, but he knew the story of Breadcrumbs.
The courtyard door was locked, and the gossip hanging on the door was put away. I don't know if she went to the river to wash clothes or buy daily necessities.
Lin Yue frowned and returned to the alley, looked around, grabbed the half-collapsed wall and jumped into the courtyard.
Not to mention, after adding agility, not only the shooting skills have improved, but the flexibility of the limbs has also improved a lot.
