Le Lang walked to the kitchen to cook, and San Lang sat in the hall and played with the two old men, and the children's words made the two old men laugh from time to time.

It didn't take long for Le Lang to prepare the meal, and those who can stir-fry will never abuse their stomachs, nor will they say that they will starve to death if no one takes care of them.

Sitting at the dinner table, Lao Xuan chopsticks held a piece of stewed three-layer meat, the three-layer meat was rotten, and it trembled when it was clamped on the chopsticks, and it seemed to shine in the sun.

Lao Xuan slowly put the three-layer meat in his mouth, the three-layer meat stew seemed to have a feeling of melting in the mouth, tried it, Lao Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up, with a smile on his face, and said appreciatively: "Not bad, not bad, rare, rare." ”

San Lang, who was sitting next to him, didn't know what he was talking about, he just desperately put vegetables into his bowl to eat, Le Lang smiled faintly, what he made never needed to be appreciated by others, he opened a bottle of banana wine taken out of the Yu Ruyi space, poured a glass for the two old men, and when the wine entered the cup, there seemed to be a mist slowly rising from the cup, like a cloud dragon shuttling and churning in the fog.

The two elders stared at the clouds rising from the slightly faint banana wine in the glass, dumbfounded. The mist rose into the air, dispersed for a long time, and the two elders were stunned for a moment, and muttered: "This and this"

This is also what Le Lang discovered by accident, it seems that this kind of change will occur after being placed in the jade Ruyi space for a long time, today he saw the two old men coming over, so he took a little out to show off, who knew that the two of them reacted so much.

"Come, how about trying this wine?" As he spoke, he took the lead in raising his glass and brought it to his nose, there was a faint smell of bananas mixed with other fragrances, which made people smell refreshing, which was a fragrance that Le Lang had never smelled.

"Good, good, good, good wine." Lao Xuan took a sip and praised it busily, this wine is much better than the old man Lin's gift, it can be said that he drank it refreshed, and his whole body was worry-free.

"You kid, there are good things still hidden, and this is the same as what you gave me." After Old Man Lin drank it, he immediately glared at Le Lang and shouted.

Le Lang heard it and cried out again, "What's the matter, you are the best, I don't have a few bottles like this here, if it weren't for you coming, I would be reluctant to take it out and drink it." "He's starting to regret it a little now, he wouldn't have taken it out if he had known.

"Then you can get me a few bottles later, you want this," Old Man Lin said as he tapped the cup with his chopsticks.

"Oh," Le Lang replied helplessly, but he said in his heart, this old man, eat and take.

After eating, the two old men took San Lang for a walk, as the saying goes: "Take a walk after dinner and live to ninety-nine." ”

Walked to the backyard, looking at the three acres of land, chickens and ducks leisurely foraging, there are three sheep on the side slowly pacing there, on the other side there are ponds and bamboo forests made by Lelang, the fruit trees on the side of the fence are dotted, the two mulberry trees have produced small mulberries, there are white clouds in the sky, floating in the blue sky, the two old people looked at it and nodded.

"Ah Lang, you are really a good place, seeing your place suddenly reminded me of Meng Haoran's poem 'The old man Gu Ji Huang invited me to Tian's house. The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside. Open the noodle garden, and talk about the wine. When I stay in Chongyang, I will come to chrysanthemums. Lao Xuan said involuntarily after seeing it.

"Where, where." This poem Le Lang also knows, and he also remembers the first two sentences, but isn't this written by Tao Yuanming? How did he become Meng Haoran, Le Lang thought in surprise in his heart, but he didn't say it, anyway, whether it was Meng Haoran or Tao Yuanming, they both wrote poetry, they were all the same. I thought that I had the potential to be a poet back then, and I still wrote love poems, but I was stifled by the gratuitous life of life. Alas, Le Lang sighed secretly in his heart. This society has killed a poet like Li Shangyin or Xu Zhimo.

"Well, yes, I can get someone to make a pavilion on that small slope when I go back, and it will be cool in the summer." Old man Lin pointed to the mound made of pond mud and said.

"You can also plant lotus flowers in the pond, and when the time comes, the lotus fragrance will overflow with crucian carp fat, and it will be a paradise in the world." Lao Xuan also said on the side, pulling a few strands of his beard.

"Well, I also want to build a bamboo pavilion on it, but I don't know who will."

"What kind of bamboo pavilion to build, the bamboo pavilion is easy to break, if you want to build a wooden pavilion, the turtle boy (hunchback) in your village is very good at building these things, you take a few jars of wine, he will definitely be willing, but you have to find your own way to make materials, he doesn't pack." After listening to Le Lang's words, Old Man Lin lectured him angrily.

Old man Lin said that the turtle boy is an old carpenter in the village, called Ziche Jingchuan, because he is a little hunchbacked, so he has such a nickname, on the relationship he also has to call "Ah Gong", because he used to be good with his grandfather, often come to the house, he used to help people make doors, windows, tables and chairs, but now most people use aluminum alloy to make windows and stainless steel doors, and his craftsmanship has gradually declined.

"Then I'll check it out in the evening." Le Lang nodded, then turned to Lao Xuan and said, "I have long wanted to plant this lotus, but at that time, I was afraid that it would not be able to plant in winter, and now I can finally plant it, and I will go buy some seeds and come back tomorrow." ”

"What to buy, I still have some seeds given to me by people at home, I will buy wine in a few days, and I will bring it to you by the way." Lao Xuan waved his hand arrogantly.

This made Le Lang feel that this meal was really not in vain, and the matter of the pavilion and lotus seeds was done at this moment, and now how does Le Lang think that these two old men do not look like white food, and I don't know who just thought that people would eat and take.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a white shadow passing by in the distance, jumping on the ground, and the sharp-eyed San Lang looked at it and shouted, "Xiaobai." He broke away from the hands held by the two old men and rushed out.

The old man saw San Lang's appearance and cast an inquiring glance at Le Lang.

"It's Saburo's playmate, a big white toad." Le Lang said helplessly.

After the second day of the second lunar month, the weather gradually became hotter, and these snakes and insects almost began to move, and the white toad finally couldn't bear the emptiness and loneliness of the long winter and ran out, but I didn't expect to meet San Lang as soon as it came out, and I don't know if it was fortunate or unfortunate.

After a while, San Lang grabbed the white toad and ran over, he ran to Le Lang, held the white toad and said, "Uncle Ah Lang, Uncle Ah Lang, you see, Xiaobai seems to have become fat." ”

Le Lang took a look, but no, he has grown up a little, originally this white toad was the size of a palm, and if it grows again, it will have to be.

"Ho, such a big white toad, where did it come from?" Old man Lin asked.

"San Lang caught it in the mountains, he took it back and raised it if he liked it," Le Lang thought that this toad had a long enough life, and he wouldn't die if he was tossed by San Lang so much.

"This white toad is not common, you should take care of it," Lao Xuan said as he sang and said.

What does this old man say? You only raise toads at home. Le Lang thought in his heart.

However, looking at Saburo's high-spirited appearance, he had to praise a few words: "Well, Saburo is so good," he touched Saburo's head and praised him.

"Well, San Lang is the best," hearing Le Lang's praise, San Lang said excitedly, turned around and ran out again, squatting in the vegetable field over there to catch insects for Xiaobai to eat, several people looked at each other and were speechless.

(One more presented, two more today, there is a change at about seven o'clock in the evening, thank you for your support, please recommend the collection and click, thank you.) ）