"That year,"
"I'm nine."
Ergouzi added some firewood and evenly spread the fire with branches. Looking at Lin Wan'er and Xiaocui listening to the grilled fish in front of the bonfire, he continued to say melancholy:
"During the late Sui Dynasty, the world was in chaos. Seeing that the country was in trouble, Sun Simiao lived in seclusion in Taibai Mountain. At that time, Taoism was not peaceful. Not only was internal competition fierce, but it also had little to do with Buddhism..."
Half an hour later,
Everyone is immersed in memories of the past.
Xiaocui looked at Er Gouzi with caring eyes. It turned out that his life experience was quite pitiful. He started doing odd jobs in the Taoist temple at such a young age, and was bullied everywhere and was kicked out of the Taoist temple!
Just when he was about to sigh, he heard Er Gouzi jump up in excitement, pointed at Yang Ming and shouted:
"You...you don't play by the rules! I'm telling you a serious story, why are you burying your head in eating porridge without saying a word? You almost finished eating such a big pot!"
Yang Ming tasted the delicious tongs happily. These days, he was going crazy with hunger. He gave up his favorite grilled fish to Lin Wan'er. He could only be a little aggrieved and eat some casserole porridge.
In the darkness, next to the wheelchair at Yang Ming's feet was a small plate with crab shells.
After hearing Er Gouzi's complaint, Yang Ming touched his round belly, burped, and said strangely:
"These novelty things must be eaten while they are hot, so that your taste buds can feel the delicious and tender taste. I saw that your story was told with great emotion, so I couldn't bear to interrupt.
Isn’t this? ! I cooked another pot, but I don’t know if someone like you, who knows a little bit about medical skills, would dare to eat it! "
Ergouzi looked at the pot of freshly cooked casserole porridge with suspicion and asked weakly:
"Brother Yang, I'm a little surprised. You've been sitting in a wheelchair. How did you put that pot of porridge on the shelf?!"
It’s a mistake to eat too much and not get up to walk around!
Yang Ming was too lazy to speak any more. He just glanced at Lin Wan'er and closed his eyes to rest, planning to go to the village later to find some suitable bait.
Lin Waner, who used to be like icebergs and snowdrops, was captured by Yang Ming's casserole porridge half an hour ago.
When Er Gouzi was telling stories, he seemed to be telling them only to Xiao Cui, staring at Xiao Cui lovingly without knowing it, completely ignoring the existence of other people.
Yang Ming and Lin Wan'er were cooking on the side and talking about the next plan, and neither of them knew about it.
After Lin Wan'er finished eating the casserole porridge, she was still lingering over the delicious and tender crabs, and ignored Er Gouzi's questions.
Taking the ground basket that Xiaocui had woven in the evening and two pots of prepared food, she walked happily to the conference hall in the village.
Seeing Lin Wan'er's expression, Er Gouzi knew that this casserole porridge must be quite good. Otherwise, with her character, how could she look like a little daughter-in-law.
What Er Gouzi didn't know was the content of Yang Ming's conversation with Lin Waner just now.
The casserole porridge is really delicious, but it doesn't make Lin Waner feel happy from the bottom of her heart.
What can make Lin Wan'er feel better is that Yang Ming will have a solution tomorrow, which will not only solve the food crisis in Baihu Village, but also improve the quality of life of the villagers.
On the day Yang Ming was attacked, Lin Wan'er actually wanted to take Er Gouzi to Lu County to exchange for some food and learn about the current situation and the dynamics of the Turks.
Since the grain transport team was robbed by the Turks, her mother seemed to have changed. Not only did she frown every day, but the defense in the village became even tighter.
Lin Wan'er saw it in her eyes and felt anxious in her heart, knowing that her mother tossed and turned every day to solve the food crisis in the village.
Now with the fishing skills provided by Yang Ming, I believe that the villagers in the village who are not familiar with water can survive the cold winter by relying on fishing tools and catching crabs. . .
