As soon as Canghai sat up from the bed, he saw at first glance that Ping An was stretching out his head and looking at himself on the window glass.

I don't know how long this guy has been standing at the window, Canghai waved at him, and Ping An happily grinned and trotted into the house.

"Second brother, are you up?"

Canghai replied: "It's up!"

Ping An happily said, "Then I'll go fetch water for you!"

After speaking, without waiting for Canghai to answer, he ran out again, and when Canghai got dressed, Ping An just came back, and said to Canghai with a smile: "Second brother, I will put the water at the door for you."

"Thank you for peace!" Canghai said and walked to the door.

When I got to the door, I found a little water in the basin on the ground, just enough to fill the towel. Knowing that the water in the village is expensive, Canghai didn't say anything to it, so he wiped his face with a wet towel, and as for brushing his teeth or something, it was naturally saved. However, Canghai brought drool, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and sucked the cap into his mouth to hold it.

Ping An hadn't seen the blue saliva, and he was holding the bottle and looking left and right with a curious face.

Seeing that Ping'an was curious, Canghai spit out the saliva in his mouth, beckoned to Ping'an, and when he came over, he took the bottle and poured a small bottle cap, signaling him to take it in his mouth.

"Don't swallow it, you can't drink this thing, just keep it in your mouth for a while and spit it out," Canghai said.

As soon as the saliva reached his mouth, Ping'an's brows furrowed, and the guy who usually doesn't even brush his teeth much must not be used to the taste of alcohol in the saliva, and he is not used to the feeling of slight burn.

Ping An whined and said, "Second brother, it's uncomfortable!"

"It's okay, it'll be fine for a while," Cang Huo smiled.

Hearing Canghai say this, Ping An began to endure it.

Hu Shijie walked out at this time, saw the basin at the door, and said to Hu Ping'an: "Why did you get such a little water, and it's still cold, go and bring the water bottle to your second brother to refill some hot water to wipe his face."

Whining!

Hu Ping'an's mouth was full of saliva, because Canghai didn't let him vomit, so he held it honestly, and his speech was naturally a little unfavorable.

"Grandpa Hu, no need, I'm done washing" Canghai replied with a smile.

Hu Shijie asked at his stupid grandson, "What do you have in your mouth?"

"Okay, let's vomit safely," Canghai said.

Hearing that Canghai made himself vomit, Hu Ping'an immediately pouted, and a blue water arrow squirted out of his mouth.

Spit out saliva, Hu Ping'an pursed his mouth, feeling a little uncomfortable in his mouth, but the smell in his mouth was fragrant, which made him feel very strange.

"What is this?" Hu Shijie was a little curious.

Canghai then got a small bottle cap for Grandpa Hu and taught him to salivate.

Waiting for Hu Shijie to swallow for a while, and when he spit it out again, he suddenly felt that his breath was a lot fresher. So the old man took the bottle of saliva, looked left and right for a while, and then said: "There are really a lot of people in this city!

"Haiwazi, how much is this bottle?"

"It's more than forty," Canghai replied.

Hearing this price, Hu Shijie's hand holding the bottle trembled: "It's so expensive, more than forty yuan to buy such a little mouthful of water, I really don't know what you think, wouldn't it cost two or three yuan for a mouthful just now."

As he spoke, the old man put the saliva in his hand on the ground, as if he was afraid of spilling it.

"Hehe!" Canghai smiled and didn't answer.

"Master, do you smell the fragrance in my mouth" Ping'an is now quite satisfied with the aroma in his mouth, and came to Hu Shijie's side, opened his mouth to talk about his grandfather and smelled the aroma in his mouth. However, where did Hu Shijie have such an interest, he directly slapped Ping'an on the back of the head and pulled him aside.

"Haiwazi, it's time to eat!"

After speaking, Hu Shijie turned around and went back to the house.

Canghai followed into the house, only to see that most of the pot was boiled in the pot with hand-cut noodles, not white noodles, with a few tender green vegetables and slices of fat and thin salted meat.

This meal is nothing outside, but it is a meal that is usually served in the small village, so Canghai said to Hu Shijie: "Grandpa Hu, this is all a family, don't fight such a big battle, I'll just eat a little bit at will."

"Once in the past ten years, I have come back, knowing that you eat well outside, and there is nothing good in our village, so you will just take a break" Hu Shijie said as he filled a large bowl of noodles to Canghai, and almost fished half of the salted meat into Canghai's bowl.

The men in the northwest eat noodles, the bowl is not small, for example, Hu Shijie used a soup pot for Canghai noodles, which was full all of a sudden, if it was placed in the noodle restaurant in the magic capital, this pot would be divided into at least four people.

In addition to noodles, garlic is indispensable, and eating noodles with garlic is a standard partner.

"Master, I can't eat such a big bowl!" Canghai looked at the noodles in his bowl and said with a smile.

Hu Shijie said: "How can a young descendant not be able to eat, you eat first, you really can't eat it to give peace!"

Canghai didn't have anything to say when he heard it, so he squatted directly on the ground in front of the door with the bowl, and began to suck it up.

Generally speaking, except for drinking, you don't need any tables and stools, so you can take a bowl in front of the door and behind the house, and put a head of garlic at your feet and start sucking.

didn't eat two bites, Ping'an came to the side of Canghai and squatted down, while Hu Shijie squatted farther away, squatted on the edge of the courtyard, and chatted with Li Liren on the first floor below.

The structure of the village is stepped and there are layers of caves, and the roof of this house is the courtyard of another house, so you can chat with the people below as soon as you stick your head out.

Canghai saw that Hu Shijie didn't pay attention, so he allocated half of the noodles in the bowl and all the salted meat to Ping'an. This kid was stupidly happy while chewing on the bacon in a big gulp, although his brain was not good, but this kid also knew what was delicious, and knew that this matter could not be discovered by his grandfather, so the thief ate very fast, and in less than two minutes the original pile of sharp noodles was half dried by him, and as for the bacon there was not even a dice.

After eating, put down the bowl, Canghai is ready to go to the grave of his father and grandparents, what paper money, sacrifices are ready, now what Canghai lacks is a shovel, so that he can add some soil to the grave.

Canghai opened his mouth, and Ping'an took a shovel and carried it on his shoulder, apparently planning to go with Canghai.

When Hu Ping'an saw it, he took out a bag from the grain fence and took out a few persimmons for Canghai to bring.

Just carrying things in the sea, he walked towards his ancestral grave with a smile on his face.

The ancestral tomb is not too far from the village, and after crossing a ravine, it climbs another slope, on the southwest side of the hillside slope. I haven't been here for ten years, but the grave is still obvious, and it seems that in the years that Canghai has not returned, the villagers and uncles have not taken care of it.

Placed the sacrifice, knelt on his father's grave, lit the paper money, and kowtowed respectfully to his father three times, and then began to talk about his life in the magic capital over the years, as well as his future plans.

Space naturally can't be said, although Ping An is a fool, but he is not dumb, and his mouth has no door, in case it is not good.

After staying at his father's grave for about ten minutes, Canghai prepared to go to the joint grave of his grandfather and grandmother to continue his memorials.

"Ping, what are you doing in a daze?"

Preparing to add soil to his grandparents' grave, Canghai found that Ping An was still in a daze next to his father's grave, so he opened his mouth and shouted.

"Second brother!"

Ping An was a little squirming and refused to come.

Seeing the appearance of peace, Canghai realized that this kid was reluctant to leave the sacrifice.

The custom of the old villagers, as long as the sacrifice has been enjoyed by the ancestors, then the 'leftover' can be eaten by the children and grandchildren, and Ping An is not the first time to go to the grave, naturally he is looking at the fruits and pastries placed on the grave of Canghai's father.

"Let's eat!"

Canghai nodded, Ping'an's hand was like electricity, took a piece of peach crisp and put it in his mouth, and soon not only chewed a piece in his mouth, but his two hands were not idle, and the carton containing the peach crisp was empty in an instant.

Canghai turned around and took the shovel, began to pile up soil for his grandparents' grave, piled up new soil, and then set out the offerings and began to burn paper and kowtow.

The grandparents' side is finished, and the grandparents' graves will naturally have to be on the top, but it is simpler with the grandparents' side, and the offerings have changed from six to four, and as for the incense and wine, it is naturally indispensable.

It took more than an hour to fiddle with it, and finally dug up a clod of soil and pressed a large printed paper on the three graves, and the whole grave was officially walked down.

Canghai has cleaned up here, and Ping'an over there has already used his outer jacket to sweep away the sacrifices in front of the three graves, and they are all packed and carried on their shoulders.

These customs are like this, so Canghai was not angry, and carried a shovel back to the village with peace along the way.

The main thing is that after the matter is done, opening the kiln is not a matter of time and a half, so Canghai decided to go back to the town in the afternoon, go to the town the day after tomorrow to ask about renting land, and then turn back to the magic capital, and then kill the big tree in the United States to suck the United States.

Hearing that Canghai was leaving, the elders in the village naturally gathered again at noon, and after eating, they gave Canghai some local products, and then watched Canghai leave.

The most reluctant Canghai is naturally peaceful, tearfully tugging at the corner of Canghai's clothes and not letting go, and finally Hu Shijie slapped him and let go of his hand.

Even so, Ping An still stood at the top of the village and stood for more than half an hour, waving his hand and watching the sea disappear into the ravine.