Fang Zheng smiled: "Then I have to taste it." ”

Seeing that Fang Zheng didn't mind and was still in high spirits, Ji Xiang and Ji Han breathed a sigh of relief, as if they were afraid of snubbing Fang Zheng's guest.

In this regard, Founder is very satisfied, sometimes, it is not important what the dish is, the mind is the most important.

However, as soon as this ground tofu was eaten, Fang Zheng gave a thumbs up, and the taste was primitive, just fragrant with bean curd. But it is this primitive incense that is difficult to eat in the outside world.

The staple food of the Laku people is also rice, but Ji Han made porridge in the morning, and Fang Zheng didn't know what Ji Han put in, the porridge was green and viscous, but it tasted very fragrant. Paired with some sour little radish heads, the radish is only the size of a thumb, white as jade, crispy, sour, and very appetizing.

Fang Zheng didn't eat the other dishes, especially the plate of chicken, which was full of chili peppers, and Fang Zheng looked at it and silently recited Amitabha.

Ji Xiang looked at Fang Zheng's scared look, pursed his lips and smiled: "Brother Changfeng, in our Lakun clan, in fact, no dish can be separated from chili peppers. But I see you didn't eat chili peppers last night, so I got some ones that didn't put them, but I didn't expect you to really don't eat them......"

When Ji Han heard this, he was surprised and said, "Don't eat chili peppers? How can you live without chili peppers? ”

Fang Zhengdao: "Chinese dishes are sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, salty and smelly, and all kinds of flavors are loved. Not spicy, not surprising. You Laku, you seem to be very spicy. ”

Ji Han said with a smile: "Uncle Tie said that the spicy seeds of the Laku tribe are the oil of the Han people. This means that for the Lakun people, chili peppers are the same as the oil of the Han people. If you don't put chili peppers, you can't eat. ”

After listening to this, Founder was amazed, and at the same time proud of the multi-ethnic culture of China. It seems that any nation has its own characteristics and can light up a corner of the world.

However, when he heard Uncle Tie's three words, Fang Zheng remembered the bag of money again, and Li Xi, and his original good mood was gone.

Fang Zheng didn't say anything, the brother and sister didn't talk much, the meal was eaten quickly, Fang Zheng packed his things, and finally went to find Uncle Tie.

"It's Chang Feng, why do you have time to sit with me?" Uncle Tie was tinkering with his furnace early in the morning, Uncle Tie was not surnamed Tie, but surnamed Li. The surname of the Laku clan, Fang Zheng did not know. Uncle Tie's nickname comes from the fact that he is the only blacksmith in the village. However, as Uncle Tie got older and older, he couldn't wield a hammer anymore, and in addition, the farm tools sold outside were cheap and easy to use, so he didn't sell iron tools for money.

But after a lifetime of craftsmanship, Uncle Tie is still reluctant to let go, tinkering with the bellows and touching the hammer every day, which can be regarded as passing the time.

Fang Zheng said: "Uncle Tie, I know Li Xi. ”

Uncle Tie was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It turned out to be Xizi's friend! Tell me what happened to Xizi outside, I haven't brought a letter home for a long time. ”

Uncle Tie was talking, and a little girl ran out of the house, the little girl was combed with pigtails, and she was very cute. As soon as the little girl came, she hugged Uncle Tie's legs, and then looked at Fang Zheng with a little fear.

Fang Zheng smiled at her, and she hid directly behind Uncle Tie in fright.

Then a woman walked out of the room, and the woman smiled: "Niuzi, come back quickly, don't disturb grandpa and the guests talking." ”

The girl didn't leave, the woman ran over, smiled apologetically at Fang Zheng, picked up the girl and went to play next door.

Looking at the mother and daughter who walked out, Fangzheng's heart became heavier. He knew that the Lakun people here were different from the Lakun people outside, and the Lakun people outside already had their own economic system, whether it was tourism or others, they could sit on an equal footing with other ethnic groups.

But the Laku people here, they still live a life handed down from their ancestors. But with the exodus of young people, they can no longer hunt. Many families, in fact, still rely on people who go out to work to support their families.

Uncle Tie's family, Li Xi is the pillar of the family, and now that the pillar of the family has fallen, this family ......

"Is something wrong with Xizi?" Uncle Tie is from here after all, although he is old, his brain is not old. Seeing that Fang Zheng didn't speak for a long time and hesitated, he had already guessed a few points. The smile on his face turned serious, serious with deep worry.

Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Well......"

Then Fang Zheng didn't know what he said, when he walked out of Uncle Tie's house, only Uncle Tie's bright eyes were left in his eyes, and the brilliance instantly dissipated, and what was left was bitterness! There were no tears, no crying and grabbing the ground, but the silent eyes made Fang Zheng even more uncomfortable.

At this moment, Li Xi's wife came back with her son in her arms, greeted Fang Zheng with a smile, and invited Fang Zheng to their house for dinner. Fang Zheng bitterly refused, and the other party looked puzzled.

But it didn't take long for Uncle Tie's house to hear a cry of grief, which tore apart the tranquility of the Laku tribe, and the hearts of everyone who cried hurt with it.

"Brother Chang, Brother Li?" Ji Han ran into Fang Zheng's room and asked with a look of disbelief.

Fang Zheng nodded.

Ji Han and Ji Xiang's tears flowed down instantly, and Ji Xiang cried: "How is it possible? Brother Li is such a good person, and he gave me a cake last year...... Woohoo......"

Fang Zheng didn't speak, the tragedy had been staged, he was thinking about how to make this tragedy not happen again!

On this day, the whole village was dead silent......

Until nightfall, Fang Zheng suddenly heard the sound of reeds outside, the sound was very small, and ordinary people could hardly hear it. But Fang Zheng's ears are so powerful, he can hear clearly.

Fang Zheng pushed the door out, followed the direction of the sound, and walked into a bamboo forest, Fang Zheng saw a white-haired old man sitting there, blowing reeds to the northeast, as if calling for something......

Fang Zheng took a closer look, this white-haired old man was Uncle Tie!

Uncle Tie, all the hair turned white in one day! The wrinkles on his face were like a knife and axe, which was deeply distressing!

He closed his eyes and blew on the reeds, Fang Zheng could feel his pain, his thoughts, but more of a calling!

Fang Zheng subconsciously wanted to start a dream of Huangliang, so that Uncle Tie could see his son in the dream and fulfill his dream. But the moment he raised his hand, Fang Zheng put it down...... A dream is a dream, and if you can't let go of it, after the dream, there will be more pain.

Of course, Fangzheng can let Li Xi coax the old man in the way of a dream...... But what about after that?

The most important thing is that in the rhythm of the reed sheng, Fang Zheng not only heard the pain, but also a spirit, a brave, fearless, and strong spirit!