Early the next morning, Liu Mang and Jeba boarded a bus to Wenshan County. After swaying on the bus for more than 4 hours, I finally arrived near Shaogong Mountain in Wenshan County.

"It's been a long time!" Liu Mang took a few heavy breaths of the fresh mountain air, as if the whole person had become refreshed.

"It's so beautiful!" Jeba picked up the camera hanging from his chest and snapped at the verdant mountains and misty clouds in the distance.

"Jeba, let's go, the next road is difficult. After resting on a boulder for a while, Liu Mang tightened his backpack and began to climb up a curved stone path.

"I'm so tired! I knew to inform Wu Jing and let him pick me up. After two hours of climbing on the rugged mountain road, Liu Mang was so tired that he was panting.

This time, because he came with Jeba, some of the gifts that Liu Mang brought to Buyu and Wujing were not put into the space, but were carried on their backs, and the road was difficult and dangerous, which was really laborious.

"Mang, give it all to me. "Comrade Jeba didn't waste his good muscles, and after crawling for so long, he just had a little sweat on his forehead.

"What's so embarrassing about that. ”

"It's fine. Jeba grinned, reached out and grabbed the backpack on Liu Mang's body in his hand, and put it lightly on his shoulder.

"Uh...... All right. Seeing that Jeba was so relaxed and freehand, Liu Mang couldn't refuse.

With twenty or thirty pounds of weight missing, their steps suddenly became brisk, Liu Mang and Jeba continued to climb for two hours, and finally arrived at Qingyun Village in the depths of Shaogong Mountain at about three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Mang, I feel like I can eat a cow now!" Jeba wasn't tired, but he was a little hungry.

"When you get to the temple, I'll make you something to eat. Liu Mang said with a smile.

The villagers of Qingyun Village had already moved away, and along the remaining bluestone road in the village, Liu Mang and Jeba walked to the temple of Wujing.

"This ...... This is ......" Liu Mang rubbed his eyes, and began to suspect that he had gone to the wrong place.

The small, dilapidated temple has been renovated, the walls have been painted with red paint, and the roof tiles have been replaced with green glazed tiles. Next to the temple, the former sun-sun flat was covered with a thick cement floor and a pavilion was built.

"Why do you want me to get it if you lose the bet?" A crisp voice came from the temple gate, and Wu Jing walked out with a bamboo basket in her hand and scolding.

"Monk!"

"Brother Mang!" Wu Jing looked up, excitedly threw the bamboo basket in her hand, jumped over and grabbed Liu Mang's arm tightly: "Why are you here!"

"I'm here to see you and Master!"

"Great, come in. Wu Jing pulled Liu Mang into the door, and shouted as she dragged it: "Old ghost, look who is coming!"

"Who?" said silently pacing out of a sheepskin jacket and a large wine gourd in his hand.

"Master!" Liu Mang shouted, his eyes a little sour.

"Good boy, you're here!" Bu Yu was also very excited, and his voice trembled.

"Master, I've wanted to come to see you for a long time, and I've been delaying it until now, I'm ......" During this time, Liu Mang had too many emotions and needed to find someone to talk to.

But when they met, they were all blocked in their hearts and couldn't say a word.

"I know, come in first. Silently, he pulled Liu Mang into the temple gate.

"Uncle Han is good. Walking through the temple gate, Liu Mang was stunned, and Han Shaobai, who was dressed in a white tunic suit, sat at a bluestone round table in the courtyard.

"Well, good. Han Shaobai smiled and nodded, picked up the purple clay pot and took a sip of old tea.

"Jeba, this is my master, this is my uncle, this is Wu Jing. This is Jeba, he's British. Liu Mang introduced.

"Hello everyone!" Jeba bent down and shook Gojing's hand.

"Big man, you're so strong!" Wu Jing struggled to stand on tiptoe, trying to pat Jeba on the shoulder, but it turned out to be pure futile. He could only knock Jeba on the knee and give up.

“Nice to meet you ，Good afternoon!” Han Shaobai's opening is the London dialect of the words.

"Uncle Junior, Jeba knows Chinese. Liu Mang explained.

"What does it matter, I can't show it off. "Maybe it's because I've been with Wu Jing for a long time, Han Shaobai, who has always been serious, also has a bit of a comic attribute.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" asked Wu Jing.

"It's okay, we ate some dry food on the way, and we weren't too hungry. Liu Mang replied.

"Gollum!" Jebba's stomach rattled.

"If you haven't eaten, you haven't eaten! Wu Jing almost fell with a smile: "It just so happened that Old Ghost Han stewed a big pot of beef today, and you came at the right time." ”

"Okay, you sit down first, and I'll fry a few more dishes. You can eat right away. Han Shaobai stood up.

"Has this place been renovated?" After Han Shaobai left, Liu Mang looked around and asked.

"Yes, old ghost Han insisted on moving in with us. It was repaired and installed with underfloor heating and air conditioning. ”

"That's good. ”

After everyone sat and chatted for a while, Han Shaobai shouted in the kitchen: "Monk!

"Here, here!" Wu Jing stood up.

"Master, I'm going to help Uncle Han cook. ”

"Hmm...... Go ahead. ”

Following Wu Jing into the kitchen, Liu Mang was stunned again, the kitchen in the temple has completely changed, in addition to being newly painted, a variety of kitchen facilities have also been added, which is even more advanced than the kitchen of ordinary hotels.

"How did these things move to the mountain?" Liu Mang was very surprised. It's okay to be a small thing, you can carry it, but this stainless steel stove can have hundreds of kilograms, how to get it?

"It was hoisted up by helicopter. Wu Jing scratched her head: "Usually what we want to eat, as long as we make a phone call, someone will fly to deliver it." ”

"It's really ...... to be rich. You can do whatever you want. ”

"Mang, it's so fragrant!" Jeba, who came in with him, was attracted by the rich smell of meat wafting from a clay pot on the stove.

This meaty aroma mixed with the flavor of star anise, cinnamon and other ingredients, wafted into the nose faintly, making Jeba, who was already hungry, scratch his heart and lungs.

"Do you want to taste a piece first?" Han Shaobai opened the lid of the clay pot and handed a pair of chopsticks to Jeba.

Jeba swallowed and foamed, and stretched out his chopsticks to pull out a half-fist-sized piece of beef from the clay pot.

"Huh?" Liu Mang was stunned, as soon as he entered the door and smelled the aroma, he could tell that the beef stewed in the clay pot was dried bamboo shoots, but he didn't expect Han Shaobai to cut the beef so big.

"It's delicious! It's delicious!" Comrade Jeba didn't care about the heat, and swallowed it in a few bites, so fresh that he inhaled.

The large pieces of beef are stewed with radishes and dried bamboo shoots, and the flavor has penetrated into them. The meat of the beef is tender and soft, and the aroma is overflowing, and the bite of the teeth and tongue seems to have undergone a baptism.