Following the bouncing Xiu'er, Miss Hong Bingying Hong was quickly taken to a well made of bluestone, and the rope tied to the wheel was decorated with a wooden barrel at one end, and the wooden barrel was placed at random by the well, and it was dry inside, and I don't know how long no one had used it.

Hong Bingying looked at the height of the well, Xiu'er's height can only be obtained by reaching out, but Xiu'er doesn't need Xiu'er's help to fetch water, although Hong Bingying and Miss Hong have lived in a piece of brocade and jade food since she was a child, she doesn't even know how to fight water.

He threw the barrel next to the well into the well, and as the barrel weighed, the wheels on the well turned happily, and at last there was a "thump" and there was no more sound.

"Huh?" Hong Bingying opened her mouth and said "Huh", not figuring out what was going on.

Poking her head out from above the well, the black hole could not see the bottom, Hong Bingying turned her head uncertainly, and pulled up the wooden barrel that had been thrown down, except for some traces of water on the sloping edge of the barrel, there was nothing else, needless to say, the entire well was empty.

Hong Bingying frowned: "Xiu'er, there's nothing under the well, is this an empty well?"

"Empty well?" Xiu'er's little girl tilted her head cutely: "No, I remember that Sister Juan'er fetched water from here three days ago! By the way, the water in the kitchen tank also came from this well!"

Listening to Xiu'er's slender voice, Hong Bingying didn't know what was wrong, it stands to reason that a well will not run out of water for no reason, at least Hong Bingying has never seen a well run out of water for so many years.

Shaking her head, Hong Bingying had no choice but to speak: "Xiu'er, are there any other wells near here?"

Xiu'er tilted her head cutely again: "No, Sister Hong! There are more farther away, but it's in the young lady's yard, it's far from here!"

Seeing Xiu'er stretch her arms exaggeratedly, Hong Bingying smiled: "Then we have to use the kitchen water to wash your face!"

She didn't think much about the well, since there was no water, there was no water, and the two large tanks of water in the kitchen were enough to use for a long time.

When she returned to the kitchen, there was no more white gas coming out of the casserole, and the flames in the stove below were almost gone, Hong Bingying was also relieved, there was too much firewood stuffed in front of her, and now it was burned out.

On the other side, there was a sound of "goo-goo-goo" from the iron pot, at first glance, it was a little pleasant, Hong Bingying opened the lid of the pot and took a look, there was bacon rolling inside, there was a special aroma, swallowed saliva, Hong Bingying used the thing hanging on the side, like a colander, to take out the cooked bacon and put it on the plate on the side.

"Sister, sister, is it ready to eat?!" Next to her, the excited Xiu'er crossed her feet and wanted to see the inside of the iron pot, but she was too short to tiptoe and couldn't see the contents of the iron pot.

Hong Bingying put the plate with bacon in front of her, but found that the bacon she cooked seemed to be different from the impression, loose and crumbling, as if it was about to fall apart, should she throw it in whole and cook it?

Miss Hong suddenly found that she seemed to think of something wrong, and sure enough, things like cooking were not suitable for her!

In the end, she still picked up a piece of bacon and put it in her mouth, in addition to the salty taste, there is also a little smoke and fire smell that belongs to the bacon, and finally the fiber of the meat and the delicious juice, the juice is soaked in water a lot, so it looks very light, and the meat is not very comfortable to eat, but after being hungry for so long, Hong Bingying feels that this piece of bacon tastes good.

Well...... As long as you can eat it, didn't you see the saliva coming out of Xiu'er next to you?

couldn't hold back the little girl's big eyes, Hong Bingying fed Xiu'er a mouthful of bacon, but found that Xiu'er had lost two teeth, and it was very difficult to chew the meat.

However, seeing that the little girl was able to eat hard, Hong Bingying also put her mind at ease.

There was too little water in the rice, and when it was opened, it was wrapped in a layer of black and yellow pots, but fortunately, the rice was cooked, neither sandwiched nor all burned into black charcoal, and the sound of rice spread in the kitchen, and even Miss Hong Bingying Hong couldn't bear it anymore.

brought two bowls from the side, and Hong Bingying filled herself and Xiu'er with a large bowl of fragrant rice.

This meal seems to be the most delicious meal Hong Bingying has ever eaten in her life, those pots that she originally thought could not be eaten are actually much more fragrant than rice, the little girl Xiu'er added another bowl after eating a bowl of rice, for the sake of the little girl who just changed her teeth, Hong Bingying and Miss Hong wiped out the rest of the pots, except for some tooth pain, Hong Bingying was very satisfied.

Why didn't you think the pot would be so delicious?

Hong Bingying thought about it, in addition to being hungry, probably because this was a meal that she had made by herself from beginning to end, and then, some memories that had been forgotten for a long time suddenly began to flash in Hong Bingying's mind, and it seemed that ...... It seems that his mother, who has never appeared in his memory, likes the pot a lot, and when he was a child, his mother seemed to soak it in water, knowing that the crispy pot had turned into soft mud, and then fed it to herself.

It's a pity that no matter how Hong Bingying recalls, she can't remember her mother's face.

......

After dinner, Hong Bingying only explored the surroundings and never went anywhere else, the houses in this neighborhood were vacant nine times out of ten, and she didn't know that such a disaster had happened to make almost everyone nearby disappear without a trace.

In this way, Hong Bingying's attempt to find out her mother's whereabouts could not be realized, so Miss Hong had to go back to Xiu'er's yard, sleep in a bed with Xiu'er, and hold the fragrant and soft little girl.

Then, Hong Bingying had a dream:

"Grandma, give me an ice pack!

The perspective in the dream seems to be a little boy, Hong Bingying follows the perspective of the little boy and looks at this strange world.

And also...... What are ice packs?

The little boy took out a crumpled dime from his pocket, unfolded it and placed it on the counter, the heavy glass counter glowed green, and the glass glue that had been squeezed out was wrapped in a large yellow tape, and it was a large protrusion.

Hong Bingying looked at everything in front of her curiously, she had seen glass, half of the crystal cup was incredibly expensive, why could it be used here at will? What is the glass glue? Hong Bingying thought about it, but her heart was startled, certain words, certain thoughts, seemed to jump into her mind naturally, she naturally knew what those thoughts referred to, but she didn't know what it was for, and this feeling made her a little overwhelmed.

There was a gray-haired old man sitting behind the counter, the wrinkles on his face were like ravines on the plains, a little stiff, and a little scary, but most of them were neutralized by a warm smile, she smiled and put away the money that the little boy put on the counter: "Hehehe, Xiaofeng, you secretly ran out to buy ice packs again?"

Oh...... It turned out that the little boy's name was Chu Feng!

"No!" The little boy looked up at the old man behind the counter: "My mother gave me money to come out to play! She said it was too hot today, so let me buy ice cream to eat!

"Okay, good! It's not sneaking......, it's not sneaking! An ice cream is five dimes, an ice pack is only a dime, and what are you going to do with the remaining four dimes?"

The little boy's eyes widened, and he covered the pocket with his hand: "What...... I didn't secretly save money!"

"Hahaha!" the old man smiled heartily, the furrow on her face seemed to be deeper, she stretched out her calloused hand, and touched the little boy's head: "I'll get you an ice pack, don't worry, I won't tell your mother this secret." ”

Being touched on the head by the old man, even Hong Bingying felt it, she felt the pair of rough hands on the top of her head a little dazedly, this kind of novel experience of dreaming, Hong Bingying has never had it, and this inexplicable dream is full of all kinds of things she has never seen before, dazzling and dizzying.

Thinking of this, Miss Hong Bingying became excited.

The little boy took the frozen ice pack from the old man's hand, and was excited by the cold air on it, but his face was smiling excitedly, and he ran out with the ice pack, and the old man behind him poked his head out: "Xiaofeng! Run slowly, don't fall!"

"Got it!"

The orange-flavored ice pack is orange, frozen in the refrigerator for a long time, a large piece of hard bang, like a stone, the street outside the small shop, those paved cement floors are shallow floating with a layer of dust like flour, and the larger steps will diffuse, making the street even hotter because of the fireball overhead, making people want to find a spring water to drill into it and wash off the dust on their bodies.

Hong Bingying's eyes followed the little boy's rolling eyes to the surrounding scenery, and those unfamiliar words jumped into her mind one by one, making Hong Bingying couldn't help but get excited.

The little boy ran and ran, but suddenly stopped.

In Hong Bingying's gaze, on the side of the straight down alley, in a somewhat narrow alley, there was a little girl squatting, the little girl seemed to be only six or seven years old, wearing a white dress all her life, her body was really dirty, and she seemed to have just rolled in the mud.