Chapter 8 Qingshuitang Village

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Ding Dong's eyes suddenly lit up, and with a cheer, he reached out to take it, and suddenly revealed a white jade arm, Lu Chen laughed, and took the opportunity to reach under the quilt and grab it twice.

Ding Dong screamed, grabbed the spirit stone in one hand and clenched it into a fist and hit Lu Chen, and with the other hand, he pulled the quilt tightly and desperately stopped the obscene palm. It's just that the waving of his hands and feet was turned over by the red waves, and in the chaos, the warm and soft body was still taken advantage of by him and touched it a few times.

Lu Chen immediately jumped away, left the warm bed, strode to the door of the house, opened the door and walked out, and the woman's coquettish scolding voice came from a distance in the room behind him: "Damn, the stinky man really doesn't have a good thing, you remember it for the old lady!"

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The fresh morning breeze blew down from the tea mountain in the distance, swept over the surface of the clear clear water stream that was gurgling and flowing, and then swept through the verdant bamboo and delicate peach blossoms on both banks, so there was a trace of fragrance, blowing through the moss-covered wind and rain bridge, blowing through the pond dam on the stream, blowing through the bluestone road along the coast, and finally gently brushing over those walking in the morning light.

Lu Chen stretched his waist widely, opened his mouth and yawned, with a satisfied smile on his face. His gaze looked around, and this village, which was quiet in the early morning, was where he lived now.

The name of this place is "Qingshuitang Village", which is named after the Qingshui stream that winds through the middle of the village. Qingshui Creek, the water is extremely clear, the water flow is gentle, except for the deep pool at the source of the water under the tea mountain, the deepest part is no more than knees, and many village children will play in this water on weekdays.

There are many pebbles in Qingshui Creek, large and small, strange shapes, and there are often some nameless gray fish swimming between the cracks of the stones, playing leisurely.

There are many green bamboo and peach trees on both sides of the stream, in this bright spring season, it is the best time of the year, the bamboo leaves are green, the peach blossoms are pink, and they reflect each other in the clear water, just like a beautiful picture of the mountain village, which is beautiful.

Lu Chen walked along, listening to the crisp bird chirping, a few chickens crowing in the distance, and many farmhouse houses on both sides of the stream appeared one after another, slightly chaotic, without seeing the rules, but also a little rural leisurely.

At this time, someone in Qingshuitang Village had already gotten up and gone out, walking around the village, Lu Chen met several people on the road by Qingshuixi, and they all nodded and smiled when they met, and they seemed to be very familiar with most of the people here.

After walking for a while, a big locust tree appeared between the bluestone road and the stream in front of it, with lush branches and leaves, and on a big stone under the tree, there sat a fisherman dressed in a robe, holding a fishing rod and fishing in the clear water stream.

Lu Chen walked over and looked at the fish cage placed on the ground beside him, and it was really empty, and he couldn't help laughing: "Lao Yu, how many times have I told you, the fish in this stream are too small, they can't grow big, and they can't be caught." If you want to fish, you can go to the Xiaozhu River five miles outside the village, or you will climb the tea mountain and go to the Longhu Lake in the west, where you can catch big fish. ā€

The fisherman turned his head to look at him a little sneeringly, but it was an old man with gray hair, and then said slowly: "There are big fish in this stream, I have seen them." ā€

Lu Chen laughed, picked up a stone at his feet and threw it into the stream, only to hear a pop, the water splashed, and suddenly there was a ripple ripple, and then said to the old fisherman with a smile: "I have lived here for so many years, except for the gray stripes in the cracks of the stones, I have never seen a big fish in this water, are you foolish?"

The old fisherman was not angry, just shook his head, and then repeated, "Xiao Lu, I didn't lie to you, there are really fish in this water." ā€

Lu Chen laughed, as if talking to this fisherman called Lao Yu made him very happy, gently patted Lao Yu's shoulder with his hand, and then turned around and strode away. Only Lao Yu was still sitting alone under the big locust tree, and after being stunned for a while, he threw the fishing line again, threw an arc in the air and fell into the water, and continued to fish in silence and quietly.

After walking more than ten zhang along the road, I saw several houses built together, a few green bamboos growing in the corners, and a crooked upside-down flag was hung obliquely on the back of a room, on which was written the word "wine" that was already somewhat unrecognizable.

Lu Chen walked over and pushed the door of the house casually, the door opened in response, and then a somewhat helpless voice came from inside, saying, "Hey, have you ever seen anyone's tavern open so early?"

Lu Chen walked into this nameless tavern nonchalantly, and sure enough, he saw that most of the chairs inside were still buckled on the table, obviously closing last night. He was not polite, he went to the window, took a stool, put it on the ground and sat down, then looked back and smiled: "I'm not here to drink." ā€

On the side of the wall of this tavern, behind the counter, a fat middle-aged man with a blessed face and a very kind face slowly sat up, he looked at Lu Chen, and asked with interest: "Oh? Then I'm strange, if you didn't come to drink, why did you come into my tavern?"

Lu Chen patted his belly and said, "I'm tired all night, my stomach is almost hungry, cook a bowl of noodles to eat!"

The amiable middle-aged man snorted and said, "I only sell wine, not boiled noodles." ā€

Lu Chen laughed and said, "I didn't plan to buy it from you, if you don't buy it, you'll have noodles, go quickly." ā€

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After a cup of tea, a bowl of hot air rose, and fragrant green onion egg noodles were placed in front of Lu Chen.

Lu Chen sighed, picked up the chopsticks and ate them in a big gulp, and said vaguely while eating: "Old Ma, your craftsmanship has been refined again, this side is really good." Honestly, I don't know how I would have survived these ten years without your wine and cooking. ā€

Lao Ma took a rag from behind the counter, then walked out, took the stools off the table and began to wipe them, while smiling, and said to Lu Chen: "Don't talk about it, even if my wine and food are so bad that I don't even touch the dog, you can eat it without changing your face." ā€

Lu Chen gulped down the noodles, and didn't seem to hear Lao Ma's words.

Lao Ma didn't care, after putting down all the stools in this tavern and cleaning them, when he turned back, there was only an empty bowl left on the table in front of Lu Chen.