Everyone was delayed for some time on the way, and when everyone reached the resting place, it was already dark.
The men unloaded the trucks and lit fires, the women cooked, and the elderly and children were taken aside to rest.
Ding Rong and others also stopped not far away. Seeing the group in front of them busy in full swing, Ding Rong couldn't help but sigh, those people are still the most powerful.
At this time, you can realize the importance of supporting each other. Ding Rong rested against a tree. He did not want to follow these relocation people all the time. He wanted to wait until dark and leave when the people in Hucao were relaxed.
Zhao Luoyang was sure that Ding Rong had no intention of leaving alone, so he felt relieved and got up to help Song Er cook and eat. After a while, Mr. Song smelled the aroma of meat, and it was beef...
He has the best nose and knows what kind of meat he has smelled.
This is definitely beef.
Where did the Zhao girl get the beef?
Mr. Song swallowed involuntarily. How long had it been since he had eaten beef? He hadn't eaten it since his son's accident.
The girl from the Zhao family mentioned before that he thought she was lying to him. It is not easy to buy beef this dynasty. How can the girl from the Zhao family be willing to spend money to buy it? Besides, she has not gone to the city to buy anything in the past few days?
Zhao Luoyang came over, and Mr. Song immediately asked: "Where did it come from?"
Zhao Luoyang said: "I spent a lot of money to buy it. I haven't been willing to eat it. I keep it for Mr. Xiaojing."
Mr. Song looked suspicious. He didn't believe it, but he couldn't find any reason to doubt it.
"I don't want to eat it. Just take it away after it's cooked."
Mr. Song said and waved his sleeves.
It didn't matter with this wave, the smell of meat became even stronger, rushing to get into his nose.
Zhao Luoyang took a deep breath, which made Mr. Song couldn't help but want to follow suit. It was so fragrant that he couldn't control it. He held his breath, and when he took another breath, he found that the fragrance was even stronger.
Seeing Mr. Song's appearance, Zhao Luoyang didn't say anything else and turned around to go to his house to help.
Mr. Song looked at the steaming earthen pot, and felt as if there were several hands scratching in his heart, and the saliva in his mouth was uncontrollable. This girl would give him meat for no reason? She must have no good intentions.
Although he clearly knew that after eating this beef, he didn't know what was waiting for him, but Mr. Song couldn't control himself. He touched his growling belly. Mr. Song sighed. Sooner or later, he would be defeated here.
Open your mouth.
"Sister is back."
The children of the Zhao family have also been looking forward to their sister.
Every time he cooks, Zhao Luoyang has to wander around and always throw something into the pot. The most common ones are compressed biscuits and eggs, because these two are easy to explain.
But it was different. I opened the beef jerky, gave half the bag to Mr. Song, and put the other half into his own earthen jar.
Mrs. Yang found her granddaughter wandering around the fire again, and immediately walked over and said, "What are you doing? The food you put out today is all coarse grains, without chaff."
If there is no bran skin, it is just good rice. If you put rice in it, it is a waste of food.
Zhao Luoyang said: "I put in the dried meat that Mr. Cai gave me just now."
Mrs. Yang's eyes twitched: "Dried meat?"
Zhao Luoyang nodded: "It's the game we hunted at home." She didn't dare to say it was beef, as her breasts would definitely jump.
"Sister," Zhao Yuanji said, "the dried meat you put in is so delicious."
Zhao Yuanrang pulled Zhao Yuanji and didn't let him continue. He looked at the dried meat and saw that it was the kind that his sister secretly gave them to eat on weekdays.
Sister A must have bought this secretly, she couldn't have gotten it from Mr. Song.
This dried meat is very fragrant, the meat inside is tender, and the more you chew it, the more fragrant it gets.
The food my sister gave them was all delicious, except for a sour milk lump, which was hard to swallow at first, but you got used to it.
Zhao Yuanrang couldn't tell his grandma about this. His grandma would be very upset if she heard this and would definitely confiscate her sister's baggage.
When the policeman checked Sister's baggage today, Zhao Yuanrang felt extremely anxious, fearing that something would fall out and be discovered. The strange thing was that there was nothing else in Sister's baggage except her personal clothes.
Zhao Yuanrang was a little curious as to when his sister hid all the things. His sister was really capable.
"Milk, I'll go to your husband's place to eat," Zhao Luoyang said to Mrs. Yang, "Mr.'s place cooks dried meat and rice."
Mrs. Yang looked in the direction of Mr. Song, and Song Er was busy.
Just as Mrs. Yang was about to give her instructions, Zhao Luoyang had already run away.
"It's like having two wheels. No one can run as fast as her."
Zhao Luoyang first went to deliver some food to Ding Rong and others. There was nothing good, just chaff and coarse grains carried in the car, and dried wild vegetables.
There wasn't much, just enough for them to eat.
Zhao Luoyang looked at Ding Rong and said: "You are the oldest and you are not very good at raising fire, so why not stay closer to us."
Ding Ronggang wanted to refuse, but the enthusiastic little girl kicked his fire away, then stepped on the small flame that had not been extinguished and crushed it on the ground.
Then it completely turned into a wisp of smoke.
Ding Rong:……
In fact, he had just started the fire and hadn't had time to add more wood.
"Let's go," Zhao Luoyang said, "I'll give you some fire."
After drinking the water given by others and being given coarse grains, it would be disrespectful to reject others' kindness. Ding Rong had to stand up and follow Zhao Luoyang with his waist bent.
Zhao Luoyang helped Ding Rong sit not far from their resting place, helped him light a fire, cooked coarse grains in the earthen pot, and then gave Ding Rong serious instructions.
"We asked you to come here and be closer to us because we have people patrolling at night to guard against wild animals or bandits," Zhao Luoyang said. "If you sleep peacefully, you will have the strength to travel tomorrow."
Ding Rong nodded and thanked Zhao Luoyang again.
Shi Jiu said: "Ding Rong is really nice. Every time you help, he will give you charm points."
Zhao Luoyang said: "How much did you give this time?"
Shi Jiu said: "6 o'clock."
Zhao Luoyang walked back to Mr. Song and began to help Song Er serve food.
A bowl of rice with dried meat.
Mr. Song is old and has good teeth. He smells the fragrant rice and beef and wants to swallow the whole bowl in one bite.
After swallowing silently for a few mouthfuls, Mr. Song said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"You eat first," Zhao Luoyang said, "this meat is delicious."
Zhao Luoyang broke up the beef jerky and threw it into the boil. The aroma of the beef penetrated into the rice, and the rice seemed to shine under the firelight.
Mr. Song couldn't help but take a bite.
Warm rice with savory beef inside.
Mr. Song couldn't stop eating it after one bite. This beef jerky was different from the kind they dried at home. That kind of beef jerky was hard no matter how hard it was cooked. This one was different. Although it wasn't particularly rotten, it was still big.
Take a bite and you can still taste the meat juice inside.
There is no beef here, and gold and silver won’t be exchanged for it.
If you can have a glass of wine, you can become a living god.
Mr. Song ate happily, and the bowl of rice was quickly gone. Zhao Luoyang added another bowl.
When the second bowl was gone, Zhao Luoyang scooped up some wild vegetable soup.
Mr. Song was still unfinished and had long forgotten the price he would have to pay after finishing the meal.
Zhao Luoyang said: "You have a bad appetite, so you can't eat too much."
Mr. Song took two sips of the soup, smoothed his beard comfortably, and then said, "What do you want to hear?"
"That Mr. Zhao... you are talking about."
Mr. Song said: "Zhao Jingyun?"
Zhao Luoyang nodded: "Yes, it's Zhao Jingyun."
Zhao Luoyang's words were raised a little louder, just enough for Ding Rong, who was not far away, to hear them.
Ding Rong frowned and immediately became alert. They were talking about the eldest man. Aren't these people the relocated people? How could they know his eldest man?
Ding Rong looked not far away. One of the people talking there was the little girl who gave him water and food.
Ding Rong quietly leaned over there when no one was paying attention, trying to hear clearly what the old man and the young man were saying.
Mr. Song frowned: "Why are you so loud?" This girl is not usually a reckless person. What happened tonight?
Zhao Luoyang said: "Tell me, how do you know Mr. Zhao? Do you know him?"
Mr. Song said: "I don't know him."
Zhao Luoyang was a little disappointed. If Mr. Song said they were acquaintances, they had better have a good relationship. Maybe Ding Rong would immediately come up and identify himself, at least he would be less guarded against them.
"That……"
Mr. Song said: "Master Nie Shuang told me that Master Zhao Jingyun will help us after we arrive in Taozhou."
"Master Nie said that Master Zhao is a good official. He came all the way to Taozhou to serve this time because he probably wanted to do something for the relocated people. At this time, it is not easy to find such a parent official."
Ding Rong couldn't help but feel a sore nose when he heard this. He knew that his master was a good official.
Zhao Luoyang said: "Mr. Zhao didn't work here before? Then would it be... difficult for him to come here alone? It's a pity that we can't help."
Mr. Song said: "You want to help like this?"
"Just like us and Lord Nie Shuang," Zhao Luoyang said, "didn't we also use tricks to catch the bandits and kill the bandits' leader?"
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My writing went smoothly today. I wanted to write more, but my family scolded me. I need to take a good rest.
I also felt dizzy at first, as if I had been on a long-distance train.
I don’t know which relative sent me another recommendation package. I would like to thank you very much for your support and love for the leader at this time.
I think it should be Xiaodie, I don’t know if I’m right.
Thanks.
I am deeply moved and will take good care of my health and write as many words as possible.