Chapter 615 Eight thousand miles of road, cloud and moon
Those cars should be the crew of Eight Thousand Miles Road Yunhe Yue.
Sun Hu on the side was still looking at Liu Lang, waiting for him to remember something, but of course Liu Lang would not say that he remembered something from his previous life.
"Brother Sun, I don't think they are spies, they should be some film crew filming a movie!"
"A film crew filming a movie? Why did they come to the countryside? Who would come to a place like this?"
"Let's go over and ask."
After Liu Lang finished speaking, he pushed the car door open.
"You can't go!"
Of course Sun Hu would not let Liu Lang take risks.
"It's okay, it's okay. This is our territory. If the other party has bad intentions, he will definitely be plunged into the vast sea of people's war."
As Liu Lang spoke, he opened the car door and jumped out. Sun Hu immediately followed and protected Liu Lang behind him.
At this time, two women came out of a house not far away. One was holding a half-large iron pot. The iron pot was covered with a lid, but there was still steaming heat coming out. The other was holding a large iron pot.
A small iron basin had a strong aroma coming out of it. Liu Lang smelled it and realized, well, this is the smell of sauerkraut stewed with pork.
"Two fellows, who owns those cars?"
Sun Hu couldn't help but start to inquire about the information.
"Wow, why are so many cars coming to our Wang family shack today? Are you also with those southerners?"
a woman asked.
"Southerners? What are they doing here?"
The people in Wanwan are also from the south, and it is normal for ordinary people to not be able to distinguish them from the south.
"They are here to eat! Look, these are all made for them!"
Another person answered.
"Eating? They actually come to the countryside to eat and drink. They are really bullying!"
What rural people care about most is food. They face the loess and turn their backs to the sky every day, just to have a full meal. But even so, the lives of many farmers are very difficult. Even if they have food, they may not have non-staple food.
Raised
Half a year old lean pig is probably the family's staple food for a year. Fortunately, now, the fellow villagers actually took out the pork that he was reluctant to eat to entertain them. This reminded Sun Hu of the little devils during the war. Could it be that these people from Wanwan
Are you here to raid too?
"Are those guys trying to steal your food? Don't be afraid, I'll make the decision for you!"
Since they are class enemies, there is nothing to be polite about. Sun Hu's hand touched the pistol at his waist.
"What! They didn't steal our food, they bought our food. This pot of cornmeal steamed buns is five yuan, and this pot of pork stewed with sauerkraut is a "big unity", haha, ten yuan! It's enough to buy five yuan.
The pig is fat!"
The two women said with a smile.
"What?"
Sun Hu was a little confused when he heard this. Is a pot of cornmeal steamed buns worth five yuan? It's not worth even one yuan. A small pot of stewed pork is not worth ten yuan! Besides, the small pot in the woman's hand
There didn't seem to be a few pieces of pork in it, and only a pig tail was the most conspicuous.
What is the other party's approach?
"No more, no more, the food will be cold in a while. If you have anything, go to the village chief's house to find them, or follow us!"
After the two women finished speaking, they hurried forward!
"Brother Sun, let's go take a look!"
This time Liu Lang was more sure of the other party's identity.
Sun Hu frowned. The other party's approach was a little unclear. Maybe he wanted to use sugar-coated bullets to collect some information.
"Liu Lang, follow me!"
Sun Hu followed the two men in one step, but his hands were always on his waist. As a soldier who had been on the battlefield, killing people was very common. He was confident that with his marksmanship, he could kill the three opponents in an instant.
, but he also felt that this group of people should not be spies. Where could there be spies driving around in cars with great fanfare to collect intelligence?
Soon a few people came to the cars. Next to them was a relatively large mud house. This kind of house is very common in rural areas. It is more than 20 meters long. Basically, there is a seven or eight meter long house in the house.
There is a big Kang in the whole room, which can accommodate eight or nine people sleeping, and this room can accommodate twenty people.
A low courtyard wall was built outside the house, only about one meter high. Liu Lang could see inside. The courtyard was quite spacious. There was a half-open earthen shed on the far left side of the courtyard, which was piled high.
Firewood pile, these firewood are used for winter.
On the far right is a chicken shed with many chickens squatting inside. There are two wooden poles set up in the center. One is for drying clothes. The clothes hanging on it have been frozen into lumps of ice.
It can knock people down when it rises up. There are bunches of withered yellow corn hanging on the other pole.
But now, these things are not the only ones in the yard. There is a group of eight or nine-year-old children standing outside the window, looking inside through the windows with only seven or eight pieces of glass, most of which are covered with paper to block the wind. These children
The cold snot bubbles came out, but no one left.
"Village Chief, the food is ready!"
two women shouted.
No one in the room paid attention to them because the noise was too noisy, but the children immediately looked over. Not only were their noses soaked with snot, but their mouths were dripping with snot like water pipes.
"Come on, big brother, let's have another drink!"
Before Liu Lang and Sun Hu entered the room, they heard an old voice coming from inside, but the tone was full of excitement.
"Okay, brother, I will risk my life to accompany you today!"
This sentence also has a Mandarin accent, but it has the unique intonation of the Bayan people.
"Brother Sun, they are indeed from Wanwan. They are here to film a TV series. Hurry up and put your gun away. Be careful of misfire!"
Liu Lang was sure at this moment that the other person was the photographer of the movie "Eight Thousand Miles to the Clouds and the Moon" in his previous life. These people were all "patriotic" people. If they were "collapsed" by Sun Hu with a gun, they would be punished.
Big trouble.
The two women walked into the house first, and then heard the old voice: This is our Northeast pork stew with pickled cabbage. Come on, everyone use your chopsticks.
"Wait a minute, Laijie, give your camera a close-up!"
Another voice came.
"Let's go in and take a look!"
Liu Lang and Sun Hu also pushed open the wooden door and walked in.
Push the door and enter the outhouse. This is the place for cooking. The most important thing is the stove. The stove has two functions: cooking and heating. There is a large iron pot on the stove. This pot is very big.
The diameter of the mouth is one and a half meters. From the size of this pot, it can be seen that this family must be a big family. If the pot is small, the rice cooked will not be enough.
There was something cooking in the pot, and the steam was so hot that it filled the air with mist outside the house. In front of the stove, a woman in her fifties squatted, constantly adding firewood to the stove.
The woman was stunned when she saw two strangers walking in. She put down the firewood in her hand and asked, "Who are you?"
"Grandma, we are friends of those southerners!"
Liu Lang quickly answered.
"Friends? Then why don't you go in and eat! Come on, old man, there are still people who haven't eaten yet!"
The old woman quickly stood up and raised a coarse curtain and shouted to the back room. Sun Hu walked into the back room in one step, and Liu Lang followed behind.