There was no need for Jiang Zewei to continue, Lu Lu already knew the result.
The eyes of the three old people turned red, and each of them fell silent and stopped talking.
But each of them refilled their pipes with cigarettes and smoked loudly, as if they wanted to use the irritating and choking smoke to cover their eyes, and tried hard to suppress the tears from rolling out.
After a while, Jiang Zewei sighed deeply: "Old guys, we are all old. I really miss the days when we went to the mountains to collect ginseng together... I said I am not afraid of your jokes, although I am lame.
Legs, I always think about going to Changbai Mountain to pick ginseng again, as long as I can go for a walk in the mountain."
"You're still thinking about digging sticks. With your legs, it's hard to get out of Yichun."
Long Yuewang held the stem of the big tobacco bag pot, held it with both hands and knocked it on a stone embedded in the soil, shaking out the remaining tobacco residue inside. He sighed: "I don't have that idea.
I guess if I live for another year or two, I should be buried in the ground. Now I can’t even breathe when I walk.”
"Brother, please stop thinking nonsense. Now, the girl is married to a good family, her son has a family, and she is still working in the forest farm. It is considered satisfactory. She can enjoy happiness and happiness. Don't worry about it."
Li Minghai smiled at Jiang Zewei: "I'm similar to Brother Long. It's hard to come to your place and climb this slope. I don't know if I can survive this winter."
Lu Lu didn't say much. He could feel the sadness of losing his brother, the helplessness and deep regret for his old age.
This regret has been with them for most of their lives, and they may have to carry it into the soil.
Not everyone has the opportunity to live a new life like Lu Lu and have the opportunity to make up for regrets.
He thought to himself: You have to take good care of it!
Seemingly feeling that the atmosphere was too oppressive, Wang Demin waved his hand: "I can't chat with you guys. If I chat with you, even I feel old. I'll go take a look at this meat. It should be cooked after cooking it for so long.
Already..."
He stood up and walked to the pot, poked it with chopsticks, and said happily: "It's cooked. If you ask me, you should be like me. You should eat, drink, and think about so many things. It's all done in the past."
It's over, live a good life now...Brother Jiang, how are you going to eat this meat?"
“Of course it’s to be eaten with wine!”
Jiang Zewei also laughed: "When cooking the meat, I just put some salt and nothing else. When the meat was cooked, I went to the back mountain to find some wild onions and wild leeks. I will cook them later.
Throw a few chili peppers into the ashes of the fire and roast them into paste, then dip a few in water. We were lucky enough to get meat in the mountains before. We often do this and it tastes good."
At this point, he looked back at the road leading to the entrance of his courtyard, and muttered: "What's going on with this guy Zhang Shaofeng? I asked him to get some wine when he left in the morning, but there's still no one around at this time..."
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"I'm training my son at home to fix the tire!" Lu Lu said with a smile.
"What happened?" Jiang Zewei asked with a smile.
Lu Lu immediately told the good deeds of Zhang Shaofeng's twin sons, which made several old men laugh.
Now that the meat is cooked, as the only "young man" present, he naturally takes over the follow-up matters.
He took out the pieces of donkey meat from the pot with chopsticks and put them in a basin to cool down. Then he removed the bones, asked Jiang Zewei, got a cutting board and a kitchen knife, picked out the various parts of the meat and cut half of the tripe into pieces.
, was so burned that he kept soaking his hands in cold water.
Wang Demin was busy roasting the chili peppers. The whole yard was filled with the spicy smell of chili peppers. Even Zhui Feng, who was tied outside the yard, kept snoring. The green dog whined and barked. He couldn't stand the smell and wanted to run away, but was stopped.
Tethered.
While I was getting the water, Zhang Shaofeng and Chen Xiuqing walked up one behind the other.
Zhang Shaofeng saw it from a distance and laughed first: "It's better to come early than to come by chance. You can eat ready-made."
"You two are the only ones who know how to be lazy. If you don't bring good wine, I won't let you be lazy today."
Jiang Zewei smiled at Zhang Shaofeng and Chen Xiuqing.
Zhang Shaofeng raised the four bottles of wine in his hand: "Beidacang...are you satisfied?"
"You've passed the test!" Jiang Zewei said with a cheerful smile.
Chen Xiuqing smiled and said: "I didn't bring wine, but I brought a flying dragon."
"Flying dragon...this thing is great!"
Jiang Zewei limped towards him, took the flying dragon that Chen Xiuqing was carrying, turned around and walked into the house.
"Brother... what are you doing? There is dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat on the ground. It is rare to touch them together. Are you planning to hide them?"
When Long Yuewang saw Jiang Zewei like that, he immediately screamed.
Li Minghai chased after him directly, pulling Jiang Zewei to prevent him from leaving: "How come I have a big brother like you..."
Long Yuewang did the same. He put the big pipe pot aside and followed him up, busy grabbing the flying dragon.
Seeing the three old men acting like children, the others all started laughing.
"Qingzi, how did you get this flying dragon?" Lu Lu asked, looking back at Chen Xiuqing who was smiling stupidly.
"Brother Lu, you may not believe it, but it was knocked down from the tree by an old kite. When my sister and I were installing moss, we knocked it down beside the car and picked it up ready-made. My sister let it go
I brought it, saying that Uncle Jiang will rarely eat this meat once..."
Chen Xiuqing laughed. He didn't expect that three old men would make such a fuss over a flying dragon.
The old kite is a very common raptor in the Northeast. It is also called the old kite or hawk. It preys on sparrows or domestic chickens. It is very common near the countryside. It is smaller than an eagle. It has gray-brown feathers, a white belly, and
Auburn horizontal markings, yellow feet.
Probably because of its smaller body, it usually cannot beat a rooster. This is how the old hawk catches chicks, and it evolved into a classic game played by children: eagle catches chicks.
Lu Lu was not surprised at all when the old kite dropped food beside him. What surprised him was that he could actually meet the flying dragon.
But Chen Xiuqing came to Lu Lu and whispered: "When my sister and I were hugging Qingmo, we also found seven little flying dragons that couldn't fly. After a lot of effort, they were all caught and my sister took them back.
Keep it."
"That's good luck!"
Lu Lu laughed. He had to find a good place to keep him after he went back.
"This girl, Xiuyu, is very thoughtful... Men, thank her for me when you get back. I really haven't had it in several years!"
Jiang Zewei let go of the flying dragon and limped back. When Chen Xiuqing said that Chen Xiuyu had sent the flying dragon, he approvingly sent his blessing: "You two are a perfect match. I wish you a long life together and all the best."
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Lu Lu smiled and said, "Thank you, sir. I'll give you some more to try when I get them later."
Blessings from an old man are rare.
Jiang Zewei nodded happily: "Okay..."
Lu Lu looked at the flying dragon caught in Long Yuewang's hand and greeted him with a smile: "I'm going to make you a flying dragon soup. It happens to have wild leeks and wild green onions. I learned the method from the old Oroqen hunter!"
"The Oroqen people are the best at eating flying dragons... Everyone is in for a treat today." Li Minghai said with a smile.
Lu Lu didn't do any ink, so he immediately asked Chen Xiuqing to help him boil water.
For a sip of Feilong soup, each of them waited for more than twenty minutes, watching Lu Lu remove the feathers from the Feilong bird, then scald the Feilong meat with boiling water, ladlefuls of soup, and finally stew it a little.
He praised this method for being wonderful.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Jiang Zewei insisted on not going back to the house. He brought firewood and burned the fire vigorously. The group of people ate and chatted in the yard around half a pot of donkey meat and the flying dragon soup.
Lu Lu could guess that Jiang Zewei was still thinking about the days when he had eaten and drank with his brothers in the wilderness shack when he was looking for ginseng, so he insisted on staying outside.
The Feilong soup and meat were quickly eaten. They didn't cook today, obviously they wanted to make donkey meat their staple food.
Donkey meat is somewhere between mutton and beef. It is neither fishy nor muttony, has no peculiar smell, and does not have the fatness of pork. This is a half-large donkey, and the meat is more tender, chewy and rich in texture. It is paired with this
A simple dipping dish full of mountain flavor has a unique flavor.
Lu Lu had a few drinks with a few people on the pretext that he still had to take the dog back to his home.
Listening to the chatter of a few people, I gradually returned to the past where they collected ginseng.
The most glorious period of life is always unforgettable. Probably affected by this, the three old men were all a little drunk.
At the end of the meal, Jiang Zewei began to shake even while sitting.
I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but he always chatted with Lu Lu from time to time, mostly asking about Lu Lu's hunting.
There was no need for Lu Lu to say anything about this kind of thing. He had always admired Lu Lu. Chen Xiuqing, who usually talked very little, became sharp-tongued. Together with Zhang Shaofeng, the two of them excitedly hunted Lu Lu.
When I told him those things, Uncle Jiang nodded repeatedly.
"My son is not interested in Fangshan. The little things in my head... What a pity! If anyone has the ability to accompany me on another trip to Changbai Mountain, all these things in my head belong to him.
of."
Jiang Zewei looked at Lu Lu intentionally or unintentionally with his blurred eyes under the influence of alcohol.
Lu Lu felt it very directly, and Jiang Zewei meant this to him.
But Lu Lu also knew very well that this Jiang Zewei was already seventy years old. Although Lu Lu knew very well that even though he was lame, his body was very strong and he could still use crutches in the village a few years later.
Take a walk, but that is entering the deep mountains.
The mountains in Changbai Mountain are much taller, steeper, and more complicated than those in Xiaoxinganling. It is not something that an old man like this can easily climb.
Although he really wanted to gain those valuable experiences, things had to be carefully weighed.
If someone accidentally had an accident, it would be hard to explain to the people in his family.
So Lu Lu just smiled slightly and did not immediately respond.
After eating and drinking, Li Minghai and Long Yuewang were greeted by Chen Xiuqing and Zhang Shaofeng and sent back one after another.
Wang Demin also controlled his drinking well and went back by himself.
When Lu Lu was finally taking Zhui Feng and Qing Gou to leave, Jiang Zewei unsteadily packed several kilograms of donkey meat into bags for Lu Lu.
After Lu Lu left, his shaky figure suddenly stabilized, and even his blurred eyes became sharper, not even half drunk.
He limped into the house in the dark, reached the big Kang, lit the oil lamp, and first opened the lynx meat sent by Lu Lu. When he found that it was a whole animal, he was slightly stunned and said to himself: "It's really
Generosity...This thing is rare and worth a lot of money."
Then, he walked to the gate again, looked outside the yard for a while, then returned to the house, took out a basket from the cabinet, and placed it on the big kang.
Things were taken out from the basket on the back one by one: a rope stick, a quick pick, a bone pick, a quick saw, a quick scissor, a quick shovel, a mountain vine hand hook, a short iron knife, and a thin-backed axe.
All the tools are old objects, but they are well preserved, as if they have been touched and wiped frequently. There is no trace of rust on the iron tools, and the handles are well patinated. The quick picks are made of deer antlers and deer bones.
The finished bone stick is also as gentle as jade.
"This man is generous, benevolent, neat and yet calm. He is a very good candidate. I wonder if he will be the one to take me to Changbai Mountain again... for the last time in my life!"
Looking at the tools placed on the kang, Jiang Zewei still persisted in the last stubbornness of his ginseng-seeking career.
Thanks to my book friends for their continued encouragement and support, I got my first quality badge in my life!