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Chapter 77 His and Sanniangs Home

He Zexu had been sitting in the room for a full hour. In the first half of the hour, he looked at everything in the room carefully, and in the second half of the hour, he sat facing the direction of the bed.

This place that he has been dreaming about for thirteen years is his home.

He has lived here for more than nine months and nearly three hundred days, but he has never known what it is like.

It turns out that this is what it looks like!

When I lived here before, I knew that the conditions at home were very poor and very poor, but seeing everything in the home with my own eyes, I was still shocked. The home of he and Sanniang was so simple.

The bowls in the kitchen are made of stoneware, and they all have some flaws.

He Zexu remembered that Sanniang told him that such a bowl was cheap.

At the beginning, there seemed to be no bowls at all, the ones they used on the way to Broken Soul Valley were the notched ones.

Sanniang said that it would be fine if it could hold rice and be used. She said that the days would get better and better, and she would buy new ones slowly.

However, until the day I left, the replacement dishes and jars were still defective.

The four walls of the house are made of yellow mud mixed with straw.

The bed was very crudely made. He looked through it and found that the stuff under the mattress was reed catkins.

The quilt cover and mattress are made of the most common and cheapest kind of coarse cloth.

What He Zexu stared at for half an hour was the bed curtain, which was made up of many pieces of cloth of different sizes and colors. Tong San said that when he first came here, he washed it twice a year.

, and later, because I was afraid it would be damaged by washing, I only washed it once a year.

Even so, this patchwork bed curtain was still badly faded. After all, it was more than ten years old.

He Zexu imagined in his mind that Sanniang must have been happy when she was sewing the bed curtain. Otherwise, how could she have the patience to put together so many scattered pieces of cloth so skillfully and the stitches so evenly?

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Even the colors are all shades, patterns and solid colors are well matched.

Although life here is hard, she lives it happily. How much she loves this home!

If those people hadn't found them at that time, then their lives would have always been so simple and warm!

At this time, He Zexu had an idea in his mind. Even though Zhuo Yan and the others said that as soon as they said that the enemy was coming after them, she immediately said that they believed her and followed her.

Even though she had already prepared the bamboo raft for her departure route, he now felt that she had indeed been prepared to escape from here long ago. However, she had no intention of leaving here unless she had no last resort.

of.

Otherwise, we can just live the day by day, why would we think about everything in the future?

There is no need to go to the mountains to dig up wisteria to plant at the entrance of the courtyard. There is no need to make the fence so beautiful. Just plant the vegetables you need to fill your stomach. What are you going to do with some flowers!

Thinking of this, He Zexu's heart suddenly twisted and felt uncomfortable. So, what kind of last resort did Sanniang have that made her willing to stay in the Valley of Broken Souls and live such a miserable life?

Although he didn't take a close look at her when he was in Damascus, but even so, He Zexu was sure that Sanniang was definitely not an ordinary woman.

The sky gradually darkened, and when he heard the footsteps walking back and forth outside the door, He Zexu knew that it was his subordinates who were worried about him.

He walked out, and sure enough, when they saw him, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, there are no restaurants or restaurants here, so I made dinner." Tong San said cautiously.

Seeing his master looking towards the kitchen, Tong San quickly declared: "Master, I am not cooking in your kitchen." After saying that, he pointed to the side with his hand.

He Zexu frowned, walked out of the courtyard and looked to the side, only to find that there were two more cabins here. He walked in and took a look. One was for sleeping, and the other was a simple kitchen.

The pot is steaming and fragrant.

The others' stomachs had been growling with hunger for a long time. Now that they heard that there was food and smelled the fragrance, they all looked at their master.

"Master, if you don't like it, I will dismantle it later and move further away." Tong San, who had always been uneasy, said cautiously.

"Let's eat." He Zexu said, turned and left.

When Jiao Ba and others heard their master speak, they immediately went into the house to move the table, and rushed into the kitchen to help get bowls and chopsticks.

"Why are there only these few bowls? Only two pairs of chopsticks?" someone asked in disbelief.

"Ahem, I'm the only one here." Tong San responded with some embarrassment.

If he knew that one day the master would bring people over, he would definitely prepare more bowls and chopsticks.

"If you want to eat, figure it out for yourself," someone shouted.

So everyone hurriedly used their brains to think of a way, pulled out a few thin bamboo sticks, used daggers, knives and swords to sharpen the chopsticks on the spot.

"Hey, Tong San, there are so many bamboo bowls here, why don't we use them?" Someone couldn't squeeze through, so he was wandering outside and asked loudly when he saw a few piles of bamboo bowls under the corner.

Upon hearing this, Tong San slapped his head, wondering why he had forgotten this: "Sorry, I was so excited that I didn't think of it. Just use it, just rinse it with water."

Everyone rushed forward to grab the bamboo bowl.

In the kitchen, someone opened the lid of the pot and immediately screamed when he saw what was inside.

In the large iron pot, large pieces of wild boar were stewed gurglingly, exuding a fragrant aroma.

Tong San was afraid that it would not be enough, so he added dried mushrooms and dried vegetables to it, and stewed it in a big pot.

There is a circle of corn tortillas stuck on the edge of the pot, which looks golden and very beautiful.

"Tong San, I can't tell you still have this skill." Someone said with a smile, trying to use freshly sharpened chopsticks to pick up the meat in the pot.

Someone praised herself, and Tong San was very happy: "What's the point? You try it here alone. If you don't learn how to cook, it won't work. Hey, wait, don't grab it yet, give some to the master first."

ah."

Only then did everyone remember, yes, there is also a master.

In the room separated by the wall, He Zexu was eating the corn pancakes in his hand, thinking of the days when he and Sanniang were together. Most of the time they ate corn flour, sorghum rice, and corn paste.

The family's life was so tight, but she did not sell all the game they caught in the mountains. Instead, she sold the game this time and cooked it at home next time to improve the food.

Sanniang said that saving money is important, but their health is more important. If you don’t eat good food, your body will be weak. If you are weak, you will get sick easily. If you get sick, you have to spend money to see a doctor and get medicine. So, you can catch the game yourself anyway.

Yes, you don’t have to spend money to buy it, so why be harsh on yourself.

He Zexu ate a piece of wild boar meat. It was indeed very fragrant, but compared with what Sanniang made, it was still not good.

The wild boar meat served by Tong Sandun was old and tough, but the braised one by Sanniang was soft and delicious.

That night, He Zexu slept on the bed in the room with a pillow filled with wild buckwheat. Unfortunately, even though Tong San had taken care of the room very diligently, the wild buckwheat in the pillow had turned to powder and there was no pillow.

I remember the feeling of comfort.

Outside, next door, Tong San was already stewing the second pot of meat. There was no way, one pot was simply not enough for more than twenty people.

He planned to transport the wild boar out of the valley early tomorrow morning and sell it. The twenty-odd bamboo bowls were also the result of several days of work. Although he couldn't sell them for money now, Tong San didn't feel bad at all.

He is happy, very happy.

"By the way, how long will the master stay here this time?" Tong San remembered and asked...


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