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 won't 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. It was another busy day today. There were only three or four kilograms of ordinary yams in the basket on his back. Although it was not a precious variety, when he was stewing precious medicinal chicken soup
Adding one or two pounds 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 two-color ginseng was left. It only weighed about two kilograms, but Ye Congwen was afraid that it would rot over time, so he gave it to him long ago.
It was dried and hidden 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 chicken feathers 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.
Dong Dong Dong! 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 pea sprouts. Except for her, few people in the entire Tieta Village came to visit his home. Recently, he was busy stewing chicken with two-color ginseng to improve his physical condition. It must have been more than ten days since he saw her.
"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 Dou Ya. 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, Dou Ya would come to talk to him every three days to relieve his boredom.
The two of them often exchanged secrets, but never told anyone about them. Generally speaking, although Mududya 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 actually did two somersaults in the air and landed impartially.
On the 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 couch. She was wondering what was going on. When she reached out to put the bowl, she saw Ye Congwen sitting upright at the table.
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, was so frightened that he almost threw the bowl 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 brain. This is not an acrobatic performance. I will fly again to show you whether you have bought a ticket or not. There is a tip for watching the performance. Do you have any coins?
The bean sprouts were very clever, and they knew Ye Congwen thoroughly, so how could they 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."
Hey! Are you kidding me? I really don’t want to do this. It’s not like I don’t have food to eat. I turned around and went to the kitchen to bring a pot of soup. I opened the lid and the rich smell of yam filled the whole house. I swept it and hid it.
He glanced at the bean sprouts in the beef bowl and drank the soup by himself.
Douya Ya 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 his business.
He slowly walked around and took a look at the things in the stew pot, including yams, beef tendons, and a few things like tree roots. He felt soft 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 dishes you are making. They are stewed in a pot, even with tree roots."
"I'm ignorant, I don't know anything, but I'm 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 and saw that he had lost weight after not seeing anyone for more than ten days. His face was full of fatigue, and he said with a bit of reproach and dissatisfaction:
"You can make the braised soup slowly. Seventy or eighty families can join together to make the stewed soup. Why are you working so hard from dawn to dusk? What if you get tired and sick? You will have to pay for it. Why don't you find a mirror to see how thin you have become?
That's it, I see 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 laborious to teach them. They are all so stupid that I want to hit them. If they can't learn, they have a bad temper, and they give up at every turn.
If you can't win, you can't be scolded. You are even more difficult to serve than you. Sometimes I think about it, I am smarter than Brother Congwen. I can learn everything as soon as possible. I have a good temper and know how to care for others. No matter what I ask, I will do it...
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When Doudou Ya saw Ye Congwen talking to him, he immediately started chattering like 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 Mudouya was obliquely reminding him that he had not performed acrobatics for her. Thinking about it, it was not easy for this girl. She had three or four younger sisters to take care of at home, and she also had to find time to teach the fierce sisters of the Huaye and Huaye tribes when doing laundry and cooking.
If you were to boil brine on your own, you might not be able to handle it.
"Okay! After finishing the soup, I want to watch you fly in the air again!"
Pigeon Sprout knew that Ye Congwen was a poor cook and would not get much out of a pot of random stews, but he just wanted to make the novice happy. He ran to the cupboard to get a bowl.
When he opened the cabinet, he saw something like a tree root at a glance, and muttered in confusion:
"What good thing is so well hidden? It looks like the stuff that was stewed in the pot just now.
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Same!"
Tieta Village lives along the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range, where there are swarms 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 the treasures of mountain materials. She thought she had collected some root carving ornaments, so she glanced at them 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 Sprout, and scooped out some yam and beef tendon. His stingy look made Pigeon Sprout frown and dissatisfied, and there was a faint sign of going crazy.
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"Take a sip first and see the reaction." Ye Congwen said slowly.
"I also know that letting people taste it first is a bit self-aware."
Mudouya admired Ye Congwen's performance very much. As a cooking novice, 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 bunches of tree roots, and why do they taste so bitter?
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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 speeding up?"
You stare at people like this, as if you want to eat people. Which girl is not afraid? The heartbeat speeds up, which is a slight reaction. Mudouya muttered a few words in his heart and nodded a little shyly.
"Is your whole body feeling hot?"
"A little bit."
"Your face is also hot and red?"
"A little bit."
"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's not 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 abruptly, reaching out to slap Ye Congwen. Before he could do anything, something suddenly fell from his nose, and the sound was like rain.
I looked down 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 was poisonous. I covered my 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. Who would have expected that he jumped three meters away and flew directly over Ye Congwen's head!
What's going on? Could it be that I turned into a ghost so quickly, jumped so lightly, and even cried 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?