When the two of them came down the mountain, it was close to noon, and the position from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain was an irregular rice field, and the villagers who were doing farm work saw the old man, and all men, women and children called him Old Fisherman.

"Old fisherman, are you back?"

"Old fisherman, have you caught a big fish?"

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Some villagers recognized Wang He and greeted him. After learning that Wang He was a nunchuck, there was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old cowherding boy whose eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand and took out a pair of nunchucks from behind him, and said enthusiastically while handing it over:

"Can you give me a demonstration?"

Wang He was speechless for a while, he couldn't imagine that there were still people with nunchucks.

The old fisherman saw that Wang He was a little embarrassed, so he played a round field and said:

"Niu Gusi, you are begging people on the edge of the ridge? How many years are you older than others, why don't you understand any politeness? If you really want to ask for teaching, you don't necessarily want to say that it should be as grand as an apprenticeship, at least you have to express it, right?"

Seeing that he hadn't reacted yet, a villager next to him reminded him that he needed chicken, duck, fish, and meat, good cigarettes and good wine to express his expression.

After hearing this, Niu Gusi retracted his nunchucks in a curt. He is 14 years old this year, and he is at the age of junior high school when he goes to school, but his family's economic conditions are relatively poor, there are many brothers and sisters, and he is not interested in going to school, so he dropped out of school and went home to help his parents farm after finishing primary school. His nunchucks are all homemade, not that he doesn't want to buy them, but that poverty limits his purchasing power, and if it is really as the villagers next to him say, then he will definitely not be able to afford it.

The old fisherman scolded with a smile:

"Urine bucket two, you talk a lot, how many fishing rods did you make for me when you were a child, why have you never seen you bring me good cigarettes and wine? ”

"Old fisherman, how can you still remember what happened decades ago......"

The mouthy villager listened to this, muttered, shrunk his neck, and walked away with his work.

The old fisherman saw that no one dared to talk more, so he gave an order and left with Wang He first:

"Niu Gusi, after you drive the cow home, my family will help cook, whether you can learn the skills of nunchucks depends on your skills. ”

Wang He followed the old man, walked through a stone bridge built many years ago, walked along the stone road, the river bank on the left is a cluster of bamboo, the right slope of the road is planted with plum trees, pear trees, peach trees, etc., look at the stout tree body to know that the age of the tree is at least a few decades, between the fruit trees, there are a few big banyan trees that need two or three people to hug the body of the tree, there is a family next to each banyan tree, the house is built into a concave shape of the civil structure of the tile house.

After going forward for seven or eight hundred meters, after turning a mountain pass, there is a bamboo forest in front, and behind the bamboo forest is a pine forest, and the largest one is estimated to be six or seven stories high.

"Good place, it's just a paradise written by Tao Yuanming!

The old man pointed to the front and said:

"Do you still know the Peach Blossom Spring? Behind the bamboo forest is my house. ”

Wang He looked back at the road, turned around and said a little puzzled:

"There are only so many people in Bailongzhai? I thought there were at least dozens of them, two or three hundred people. ”

The old fisherman smiled:

"How can it be, most of the people in Bailongzhai live in the village on the back mountain, and the families you just saw live here to facilitate the management of their own fields. ”

"I see. ”

Wang He understood, this is a bit similar to his own home, the Wangwu people in Fengshuping belong to the villagers of Sha Tin Village, because the fields allocated at the beginning are all halfway up the mountainside, in order to facilitate the cultivation of the land, they only live on the mountain, otherwise no one would want to live in such a mountainous place.

The old fisherman's house is in the shape of a letter L, with three main rooms and one side room, with the middle of the main room being the atrium, the bedroom on the left, and the kitchen and dining room on the right. There is also a bamboo house next to the side house.

There is a big tree on both sides of the sun-drying valley in front of the house, one is a mulberry tree, and the other is an osmanthus tree. There is a meter-high firewood pile under the osmanthus tree, and the pile is five or six meters long.

The old fisherman really didn't think that Wang He was an outsider, entered the house, put the fishing rod and the net behind the door, made a pot of tea, sat on the bamboo chair with the back, set up his feet and commanded:

"Wang He, you can cook rice in a pressure cooker, right?"

"Yes, my cooking skills in my house are in the top three. ”

"That's just right. Opposite is the kitchen, there is a pressure cooker on the stove, the rice is in the rice jar on the side of the cupboard, you cook the square rice. ”

Slot refers to the abbreviation of the container used to hold rice, the full name is called rice slot, there will be different utensils in different people's homes instead, Wang He's home is a hot water bottle with an aluminum lid, and the old man in front of him is a bamboo bowl made of bamboo tubes.

Wang He poured four corners of rice, scooped water in the water tank, and said while washing rice:

"Old fisherman, it's a bit of a lot of rice in four corners, are we?

"Not much, if you have the same amount of rice as Niu Gusi's big rice bucket, this bit of rice may not be enough. ”

"Uh......"

After Wang He scooped up the water, he stretched out his finger and poked it in the pressure cooker to measure it, and felt that the amount of water was just right, so he closed the lid of the pot, sat the pot on the stove, and found a disposable lighter in the hole next to the stove to make a fire.

Disposable lighters have begun to be popularized in this year, before that, rural people are buying matches for stove fire, or lighting lamps and candles, since there is this cheap and practical lighter, in many people's kitchens, matches are slowly replaced by it.

For children of Wang He's age, this lighter is not only very convenient to carry and use, but also has a wonder, I don't know which guy came up with the ghost idea, there are some disposable lighters this year, there will be a swimsuit beauty pattern on the fuselage, if you use another lighter to light the fire and get close to this pattern, after a few seconds, after heating, this swimsuit beauty will slowly become naked, and when the temperature returns to normal, the swimsuit will automatically return to the beauty.

This kind of miraculous thing, Wang He heard from other classmates at first, and then he found one such lighter in the drawer of the dormitory, so he put the lighter on the table, and approached it with a match, and sure enough, he witnessed the miracle.

However, because he was not very old at the time and the pattern was too small, he really didn't see any taste, and more importantly, the beauty's swimsuit had just disappeared, and Wang Xiangyu pushed the door in.

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Wang He found that the lighter in front of him also had a swimsuit beauty pattern on it, and after lighting the fire, he took a piece of firewood close to the fuselage to take a photo, and after a while, the swimsuit was gone, and he just wanted to come to the front to look carefully, and he heard the old man shouting outside:

"Wang He, when the fire is burned, come over and drink tea. ”