Is it good to be Liu Bei?

What a bird!

has been adrift all his life, leaving behind his wife, swords and swords all day long, and endlessly pulling tigers and making skins...... After wandering for half a life, it was easy to accumulate some family funds, and it was burned clean by a fire, crying to death in the White Emperor City. The one who lives is called a miserable one!

The sky has no eyes, how did the master become Liu Bei!

Sitting in front of the porch for a long time, I watched a few uncles (cousins) come in and out with dull eyes, big bags and small bags, leaving a lot of household goods. The mother stroked her forehead and let out a sigh. I don't have to worry about my livelihood for a long time.

Seems to have some benefits?

I felt much better in my heart.

"Mother, can you change your name back?"

"Then for my mother, return these food and clothing first."

"Oh, forget it."

Although she didn't know what her son was thinking, her mother knew that he was unhappy about changing his name. Then he advised: "The name is given by the patriarch, and it should not be changed." Besides, Liu Bei and Liu Ping, what do you mean, aren't they all you? ”

"That's right......" the little fat man sighed weakly. In the inner struggle, a strange fragrance suddenly came from his nose, and he stood up suddenly, "See if the soup is boiled." ”

The fire simmered overnight, and at dawn my mother added another firewood. When the clay pot is lifted, the fragrance is fragrant. I haven't tasted meat for a long time, although there is little oil and no salt, but it also arouses a stomach full of worms.

Stirred with a wooden spoon, the skin of the meat has melted away, and only the thick soup remains.

"Mother, bring the copper basin."

"Okay." Wash the mulberries and remove the stems and mash them in a cup. When the water boils, put it in a copper basin and cook over low heat.

"Mother, when cooking, you should always stir it with a spoon to avoid burning, and remove the foam." The little fat man licked the spoon, which didn't seem to be sweet, so he handed over the work to his mother and went out to figure out a way.

Looking at the child like a car cover, the big mulberry tree with more than five feet, and the little fat man with mixed tastes. With this tree in front of the hedge, everything is already doomed.

On a thick branch hung a beehive with a big head. There are always flying bees coming in and out. Where there are bees, there must be honey. The mulberry juice was not sweet enough, and the little fat man came up with the idea of bees.

"Brother Dun'er, do you want to eat honey?" Seeing him looking up at the beehive, his friends gathered around.

"Well, do you have a solution?" The little fat man didn't count on him.

"Smoked."

"Huh?" The little fat man suddenly looked up.

"Chop down a few bamboos, tie them to wheat straw, light a fire, and see if they die!" The fourth brother who spoke is now called Liu Xiu.

"What if the honeycomb burns too?" Liu Erbadger, no, Liu Wu retorted loudly.

"Why don't you call the third uncle?" It is the eldest brother Liu Wen.

"My father won't care about our idle business," Liu Wu scratched his head, .......

"Before, I wouldn't, but now I probably will." Liu Wen's gaze at the little fat man was complicated and indescribable. Everything that happened in the ancestral hall has spread throughout the village. Everyone looks at the little fat man differently.

Fortunately, this era believes in Lingxiu Nature. Ganluo Twelve is the Shangqing, so auspicious falling in his own door, it is naturally a blessing from eight lifetimes. It will never be punished as a demon.

As the eldest brother said. A steel-haired man with a tiger skin skirt wrapped around his waist strode over.

"Third uncle." The little fat man hurriedly saluted.

"Dun'er, what's the matter with calling the third uncle?"

"Uncle I've told my uncle, and the third brother wants to eat honey." The eldest brother Liu Wen hurriedly replied.

Following everyone's gaze and raising his head, the third uncle saw the beehive.

"What's so hard about that?" The steel-bearded man drew his arrow and drew his bow, and raised his hand to be an arrow!

Whoosh –

The arrow shot straight into the air like a meteor. The branch hanging from the beehive broke off in response!

"Don't run yet!" The steel-haired man ran away with a long smile, and the little fat man suddenly woke up and ran away with his head in his arms. The teenagers, who had been half a beat slower, screamed behind them, apparently frightened by the bees pouring out of their nests.

The parents who rushed to hear the news smoked away the bee colony with lit wormwood, and several little dolls had been stung. But fortunately, it's a bee, not a killer wasp, take out the bee sting, and the redness and swelling will disappear in a few days.

The road was busy, and when the children were taken away by the families, only a lone beehive was left lying in place. The little fat man broke free from his mother's hand and took home with two straw hats that were put together.

Take a firewood knife and split the hive in two. Aromatic for a while. The orange-yellow honey kept flowing down the honeycomb, and the mother was busy fetching the bowl.

"Huh?" There were no bees left in the nest, only a huge giant bee, dragging the white tender abdominal cavity of thumb length, rolling down from the honeycomb.

Although the wings are not degenerate, they cannot carry the obese body. I fanned it uselessly and gave up. I'm rolling in honey and eating a lot.

"Queen Bee." Seems to have recognized my mother. "The building has collapsed, but she can still eat, she is relieved."

"Mother, do we have a box at home?" Poked the huge belly sac of the insect with his finger, and the little fat man had a flash of inspiration and had an idea again.

"Yes. What do you want to do with your father's bookcase and my wedding box? ”

"Bookcase? What about books? You won't ......" The little fat man couldn't help but want to roll his eyes again.

"It's sold." Without waiting for the little fat man to roll his eyes, the young woman pointed to Yun Sideburns, "The book is here." ”

"Cow!" The little fat man gave a thumbs up with admiration on his face. It is said that Cai Yan has a collection of 400 books in his heart, isn't his mother on the same level as Wen Ji (Zhao Ji)?

Talented girl!

As the water in the copper basin boils less and less, the mulberry juice becomes thicker and thicker. It has a taste of jam from later generations. But this is not enough, what the little fat man has to do is to mix the pork skin soup with the foam off, mix it with the jam, stir it fully and cool it naturally, and then the collagen wraps the jam and condenses to become a crystal clear jelly.

Of course, a good thing has to look good.

Removing the firewood, the little fat man who was waiting for the thick soup to cool down said again: "Mother, do you have a better fruit box at home?" ”

"Yes." Anyway, it is also the home of the eunuch, and there are always high-end things.

The lacquered wood fruit box taken by my mother is exquisitely made and beautifully painted, and it is extraordinary at first glance. There is also a seal on the lid of the box, although the red paint has fallen off, but the little fat man can still recognize the words 'forbidden in the royal gift'.

Seeing the fat man's face surprised, his mother's eyes were horizontal, "You are from a royal family, and there are one or two forbidden (palace) things in your family, what are the surprises?" ”

"So, I'm really Queen Jing of Zhongshan?"

"Of course!"

The little fat man was finally relieved.

When the soup turned from hot to warm, my mother had already washed the fruit box. It is also deliberately padded with a layer of white yarn.

Pour the puree first, then add the jam. Half of the soup sauce and stir well while hot. The red sauce to be spread filled the whole fruit box, and the little fat man took out the wooden spoon and licked it, and began to add honey. Mother picked a few more wildflowers from the front yard and squeezed out the nectar to drip in, which made the flavor even better.

"Mother, please send this honey to the brothers." The little fat man tried the mulberry jam, and the sweetness was enough.

"Okay." The mother nodded happily, very satisfied with the little fat man's approach.

The parents of the baby who were stung had the only resentment in their hearts were relieved by the actions of the little fat mother. It's all my own family, what a big deal, forget it, forget it.

None of this is a problem.

When I came back, the little fat man was already asleep on the desk.

tiptoed out, but heard the little fat man mutter: "Mother, Dun'er wants to be milk......"