Almost in the evening, Liu Mang and Wuyan finally arrived at their destination, Jianxing Village. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This small mountain village is located halfway up the Yuchi Peak, nestled in a large green forest.

Most of the houses in the village are made of stones, and the age of the houses seems to be very old, and the stones on them are smooth and round washed by the rain, which is quite charming.

"Uncle, may I ask where Lu Yitian's family lives?" asked Five Eyes, lifting the beehive wrapped in clothes on his back.

A swarthy middle-aged man squatting on a big boulder at the head of the village was smoking a dry cigarette. Hearing Wuyan's question, he raised his head and looked the two outsiders up and down, and replied, "What are you looking for him for?"

"Oh, we came from Koto City, and when we saw the news, we wanted to ask him to buy some paper that we made ourselves. Liu Mang took out half a pack of Furong King from Wuyan's pocket and handed it over.

"Buy paper? You're late, he doesn't make paper anymore. The middle-aged man took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it under his nose and sniffed it.

"Ah, the others are gone, gone out?" Hearing the news, Liu Mang was annoyed, was he still a step too late?

"If you don't go out, you just don't make paper. The middle-aged man lit the cigarette, took a big puff, showed an intoxicated expression on his face, and then stood up and beckoned to Liu Mang and the others.

"Come with me, and I'll take you to his house. ”

Liu Mang and Wuyan followed behind the middle-aged man, stepping on the path paved with bluestone slabs on the ground and walking towards the village.

After walking for about ten minutes, they walked to the edge of the village, and a large blue brick mansion appeared in front of them.

This big blue brick mansion is far taller than the stone huts you see along the way, with two floors, and wind chimes hanging from the corners, which make a pleasant "ding dong" sound when the wind passes.

"Buy paper, it's not much, you pick slowly, if you like it, just give some money and take it." Walking into the house, the middle-aged man turned around and said lightly.

"Ah, you are Lu Yitian, the heir of the ancient method of papermaking?" Liu Mang and Wuyan came back to their senses.

"Oh, I can't even mix a bite of rice. Lu Yitian's face was a little lost, and he re-lit the dry tobacco pole in his hand and smoked.

The hall was large, and the four walls were divided into small lattices, most of which were empty, and only a few still had stacks of papers.

"Kraft paper, woolen rice paper。。。。。。 Liu Mang looked over one by one, and his brows furrowed.

"Uncle Lu, don't you have any bamboo shoot paper?"

"Are you cooks?" Lu Yitian asked in surprise.

"Uncle Lu, will you make this kind of paper?" Liu Mang was overjoyed. I can tell the purpose of this paper in one bite, and it seems that I really found the right person this time.

"No, it won't. Lu Yitian replied very dryly: "The amount of this paper is very small, and it was ordered by the chefs of some restaurants in SH Guangzhou at the beginning, but in the past ten years, fewer and fewer people have come, and we have long stopped producing it." ”

"Can you help me produce a little more? Everything is negotiable in terms of price. ”

"Well, but I really can't. Lu Yitian looked a little helpless: "Before my father could pass on this method of making paper to me, he fell ill, and I didn't inherit it at all." ”

"Really?" Hearing him say this, Liu Mang wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost, it seems that the reward given by the space is really not easy to complete.

"It's a pity that my father is already ill, otherwise I would have been able to do it if he had just opened his mouth and pointed out a few key steps. Lu Yitian continued.

"Ah, your father didn't pass away?" Hearing Lu Yitian say this, Liu Mang's heart rose with a glimmer of hope.

"It's not like you're dead, but it's like you're dead, so come and see for yourself. Lu Yitian sighed faintly, turned around and walked out of the house.

Liu Mang and Wuyan followed Lu Yitian to the outside of the house, came to a side room next to the small building, pushed the door and walked in.

As soon as he pushed the door open, a strange smell of feces and urine mixed with urine came to his nose, and when he looked at the bed in the center of the room, he was startled and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

"Holy!"

On the bed lay an old man, whose hair was gray, skinny and dying. At first glance, it looks like a skeletal shelf.

"How long has it been?" Liu Mang walked over, pinched the old man's thin hand, looked at it, and asked.

"Hey, it's a long story, my parents grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and the relationship is very good, after my mother died two years ago, my father was too sad and couldn't afford to be sick. I called the doctor to come and see him, saying that he was anorexic, he didn't talk or eat, and he was maintained by hanging some glucose and nutrient solution every day, and it had been more than a year, almost two years. Lu Yitian's face showed a trace of sadness.

"Is there no way at all?" Liu Mang looked at the old man's eyes. The old man's eyes were blank, and he didn't react to the arrival of the two of them, just staring blankly at the ceiling like a living dead.

"We also went to the big hospital, and they all said that it would be natural, but how can I, as a son, let it go, isn't this a big rebellion?" Lu Yitian squatted down, holding his head in his hands, and his voice was choked.

"Boss, I think let's go, this old man is probably bent on seeking death and going on a hunger strike by himself, and we have no choice. Five eyes leaned into Liu Mang's ear and whispered.

"Anorexia? It seems a bit tricky. Liu Mangmo rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought.

"Uncle Lu, come over here. After thinking for a while, Liu Mang beckoned Lu Yitian to walk outside the house.

"You're going to go out to work, regardless of your father?"

"How can I be, I can't help it. Originally, papermaking couldn't make a lot of money in these years. My mother died, my father fell ill, and some of my savings were gone. Now my father costs hundreds of yuan a day just to hang nutritious water, and I can't afford it at all, so I think about handing over the old man to my aunt to take care of, and go out to work to earn some money for medicine. ”

"Did the old man have any special favorite food in the past, and if he made something he loved to eat, maybe he would be reinvigorated?" asked Liu Mang.

There is no way, Liu Mang is not a doctor after all, just a chef, so he can only think of a way in terms of eating.

"Love to eat?" Lu Yitian thought about it sideways: "It's not nothing, but I'm afraid you won't be able to do it." ”

"Cut, and the dishes that my boss can't make? Lao Lu, you can put a hundred and twenty hearts on this! I can get it for you in minutes!" replied with some disdain.

"I remember my father's favorite food was my mother's fried bee pupa, he didn't usually drink alcohol, but when he ate this dish, he would not only drink a little wine, but also hum a little song when he was happy, not to mention how comfortable he was. ”

"Then why don't you make it for him? This dish is not difficult to make, and the ingredients are easy to find in this piece." Liu Mang also asked a little strangely.

"I did it, I did it earlier, but it didn't work. Lu Yitian smiled bitterly: "I can't make my mother's taste, I used to know how to make paper, and I didn't go into the kitchen much at all." After my mother died, I tried to make this dish for my father, but as soon as I brought it to him, he knocked it over and said it didn't taste like that!"

"Well, then I'll try it, Uncle Lu, do you remember the smell of your mother's bee chrysalis?"

"Yes, of course, but I can't do it. Lu Yitian nodded again and again.

"Then you have to try again and again. Liu Mang rolled up his sleeves: "Little Wu, put down the hive, ready to start!"