Lao Dao came to Le Lang's house, and after a flip of skin, he took a lychee from Le Lang's hand, and let Lao Dao scold Le Lang in his heart for being a miser. After the old way left, Le Lang counted on his fingers, deducting what he and San Lang ate, there were only five big lychees left, and he only ate one, thinking in his heart: The remaining lychees should be kept by himself, and he can't give them to others.

In the hot afternoon, Le Lang lay leisurely on the cold ground in the small pavilion, he straddled his two feet on the back of the three-point, feeling soft and very comfortable. At first, I didn't care about it at three o'clock, but I was a little tired after being straddled for a long time, so I hummed a low "um, um" and sneezed from time to time.

After a while, seeing that Le Lang didn't react, he simply stood up and walked to the other side to lie down. Ke Le Lang didn't intend to let it go, and put his feet on its back, three o'clock was very helpless to see Le Lang's feet on his back, angrily sneezed loudly, stood up, walked to Le Lang's side, stretched out his big tongue to wash his face, and looked flattering.

Le Lang was made to cry and laugh by him, and hurriedly grabbed its dog head and drove it aside, no longer teasing it, and then quieted down.

Le Lang held a green lotus pod in his hand, dug out a lotus seed the size of a peanut kernel, peeled off the green skin, and stuffed it into his mouth, which was sweet and felt no different from raw peanuts. San Lang sat on the floor wearing a pair of small shorts, learning to eat lotus seeds with Lelang, holding a blooming lotus flower in his hand, his nose kept smelling between the stamens, and he was so fragrant.

The tall banana trees on the edge of the pavilion spread their thick leaves, shielding them from the harsh and hot sun, and the trees were covered with bunches of large, plump bananas that looked like they had turned yellow. It's just that any fruit, it is naturally ripe on the tree and tastes better, so now I wait for the banana to ripen before cutting it, and if it is too ripe, the banana will fall down, and it is not easy to take.

The cool breeze blew on the mountain, the leaves of the banana trees made a "rustling" sound, and even the bitter bamboo forest next to it also made a "rustling, rustling" sound, and a wave of ponds next to the bamboo forest was blown up by the wind with layers of ripples, shining slightly.

In the corner of the pond, a cluster of lotus leaves and jade stands in it, several lotus flowers compete to open, and a few industrious white jade bees keep flying down on the flowers. Under the lotus leaf, the money turtle showed its head, sneakily staring at the white jade bee flying around on the lotus, suddenly, it opened its mouth, a stream of water arrows spewed out of the mouth, several white jade bees fell in response to the water, the money turtle swallowed the white jade bee in its mouth, and then sank into the water, disappearing in an instant.

Now Le Lang basically takes the honey of the white jade bee once every half a month or so, although the amount is not very large, but it still allows him to accumulate some honey, and thus makes a batch of mead.

Mead, like honey is not honey, like wine is not wine, the aroma is pleasant, the honey is sweet into the heart, its color is like condensation, like white jade. It tastes sweet and silky like honey, but it is lighter than honey but has a smell of wine, which is very popular with women and children, and Saburo loves to drink it. After Saburo drank it, his little face would be red, but his eyes were bright and bright.

Saburo sat on the cool ground and ate lotus seeds boringly, and his mouth kept making chewing sounds. Three o'clock lay on the cold ground, pinned his head to the side, hummed "um, um", ignoring Saburo, but a pair of eyes were aimed at the lotus canopy in Saburo's hand from time to time.

It was nearly the middle of June, the weather gradually turned hot, Le Lang pillowed on the back of his head with one hand, thinking about whether to go into the mountains, this season is the time when a large number of mountain delicacies and game on the mountain grow, if you don't pick them, the weather is hot, these things will be dried, and after a period of time, they will naturally rot and turn into nutrients for the earth, which is wasted.

However, recently, the matter of the treasure of Stone Mountain has been rumored, and even in such a remote place as Xiaoxi Village, someone has specially come from the city to investigate, but I don't know what to do with him. There are some stone caves in the stone mountain, the small ones can hide one or two people, and the big ones can hide tens of thousands of people, which is something that everyone in Xiaoxi Village knows. In the past, when there was a war and chaos, the ancestors of Xiaoxi Village still took refuge in it, but there was no treasure hidden in those caves, and if there were, they would have been dug up long ago.

Thinking of the hidden treasure, Le Lang's heart couldn't help but move, when he was a child, he was greedy for fun, often playing alone in the mountains, and often drilling between the cracks of the stones. Once, he accidentally fell into a hole, which he had never been to before, and at that time he forgot to bring a flashlight, and the hole was black, eerie, and terrifying. At that time, I was still young, and I remembered that it was easy to hide snakes in this kind of hole, so I was scared, so I quickly crawled out, and I never went there again.

Now that I think about it, I wonder if there will be a legendary treasure in that place? Thinking about it, Le Lang's heart became hot, but he immediately calmed down again, now that so many people are searching for treasure, he still waited for this gust of wind to say, he still took the opportunity to go into the mountain, and besides, the hole is so secret, no one will know.

When he got up early the next morning, San Lang took a stone hammer and worked hard to pound the peanut kernels into the mortar cave, and after mashing the peanut kernels and handing them to Le Lang, he sat on the chair with a basin and waited for the peanut pulp.

After the peanuts pulled out of the ground are dried, Lelang peels some peanuts into peanut kernels, and every morning he asks San Lang to mash them in a mortar hole and cook them into peanut pulp, and then serve them with steamed steamed buns or buns, which are really delicious. That's how Lelang came over when he was a child. Saburo likes to drink peanut pulp, the sweet taste of peanut pulp and the feeling of chewing peanut kernels, and of course, he prefers the meat buns with gravy bubbling out when he bites.

The buns made by Le Lang are all made with seven points of lean meat and three points of fat minced and seasoned to make filling, and they are usually placed in the jade Ruyi space, and then taken out of the bag when you want to do it. The steamed buns are very fresh, and when they are steamed, they are full of thick soup, and when you bite into it, the soup will spurt out of it, which is very delicious. San Lang can eat six or seven small buns and two bowls of peanut pulp at a time, but he can only eat two big buns with a big palm.

Sometimes Lelang will also add some cone chestnut kernels to the peanut pulp, which will taste better.

Lao Dao, Le Lang, and San Lang sat around the table, eating buns and drinking peanut pulp, Lao Dao is happy to come [***], he plans to ask Lao Dao to help him take San Lang for a few days, so that he can go up the mountain with peace of mind, this time he plans to go for a few days, not like last time to go back and forth on the same day, he hasn't climbed the mountain for a long time, and wants to go up Dayu Mountain for a walk.

Lao Dao grabbed the meat in one hand and put it in his mouth, scooped peanut pulp into his mouth with a spoon in the other, buried his head in drinking peanut pulp, drank one more and ate one, and there were seven or eight meat buns in a few clicks. San Lang, who was frightened when he looked like this, hurriedly ran into the kitchen and took out a basin, took out the meat buns he wanted to eat from the big basin with meat buns on the table and put them aside, so he drank peanut milk with peace of mind.

San Lang's actions made Le Lang smile bitterly, this kid. Lao Dao laughed when he saw it, dried the meat bun in his hand into his mouth with one hand, and sloppily wiped his hand sticking to the soup on the Taoist robe, and saw Le Lang's brows jump.

Lao Dao wiped his hands clean, rubbed Saburo's head fiercely, and said with emotion: "It's been a long time since I've eaten so refreshingly, you don't know, Naruto's kid is so lazy that he doesn't cook in the morning, so I don't have a meal in the morning." ”

Le Lang said with contempt in his heart when he heard this, and he blamed others for not cooking.

"I've decided, I'll eat with you in the morning, you see it's only the two of you eating, this house is deserted, I'll come to be your companion. Ah Lang, remember to cook my food in the morning. Lao Dao said to Le Lang with a serious face.

"Well," Le Lang replied weakly, thinking to himself, maybe it was a wrong decision to ask Lao Dao to come over and take care of San Lang.

After breakfast, Le Lang pulled San Lang aside, mentioned his face, explained three times, and told him to stare at Lao Dao a little, don't let him harm the things at home, don't let him come back Half of the chickens and ducks at home are gone, then it's over. San Lang listened, nodded in understanding, and after Le Lang finished speaking, he still whispered in Le Lang's ear and said, "Uncle Ah Lang, if the old Taoist grandfather steals our chickens and ducks, I will ask Three Points to bite his butt." ”

Le Lang couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he heard this, and said in his heart that don't always call three o'clock to bite people's buttocks, three o'clock also has the right to dogs.

Le Lang went into the house to clean up, brought all the things he should bring, carried a backpack on his back, pinned a mountain knife to his waist, and put the bow and crossbow that Ah Cong and they threw here into the jade Ruyi space, made a bunch of dry food, and filled a jug of water with a marching pot. Speaking of this marching pot, I heard that there is quite a history, I heard that once his grandfather went into the mountains to collect medicine, and met a big-headed soldier who got lost and was bitten by a snake and fell into a coma there.

When his grandfather saw it, he took the big head soldier to a grass hut in the mountains to rest, because he was in a hurry to collect medicine, he left him some food after being cured and left, and when he came back the next day, the big head soldier was gone, leaving only a marching pot full of water.

After packing up, Le Lang left with his backpack, and when he walked to no one's place, he put the things on his body into the jade Ruyi space, leaving only a backpack that made a appearance.

When he came to the forest, he found some clumps of old mugwort from the grass, kneaded the leaves and applied the grass sap to the bare air. Now that the weather has become hotter, there are piles of mosquitoes on the mountain, and as soon as they smell the popularity, they will come around in the dark, and it will not take a few strokes to drain your blood, so it is better to be safe. I found a bush of caryophyllus again, and used a knife to cut a three-finger thick caryophyllus as a cane to explore the way, now snakes and insects are infested impermanently, and when you go, you can use a cane to gently dial in the grass, which is the so-called "beating the grass and scaring the snake".

Although, when Le Lang entered the mountain, he specially used Chinese medicine such as realgar to prepare a pack of snake repellent powder and wear it on his body, but everything is right, not all snakes and insects in this world are afraid of things like snake repellent powder, on the contrary, the more poisonous the snake, the more afraid it is.

Le Lang took the caryophyllum in his hand, danced a few times, felt very satisfied, cleaned up, and continued to walk forward.

(To be continued)