Chapter XVII: The Dignity of the Living

"Does that sound familiar?"

Yun Lang smiled bitterly, pulled out a withered notoginseng, took off the still full rhizome and said, "You came out of here that day?" ”

Dazai smiled: "There was a thunder on a sunny day, just above the old man's head, after the thunder sounded, you fell from the air, if the old man hadn't kicked you in shock, you would have fallen to the stone and died." ”

Yun Lang looked at the soft ground overgrown with weeds, and then at the rocky mountain pass, and said with a long sigh of relief: "Luck." ”

"Therefore, you must be kind to the old man in the future...... What are you digging for? ”

"A terrific blood nourishment."

Yun Lang confirmed that he was still alive, and began to dig Ye Sanqi, the small shovel was very useful, and after a while, he dug a lot of big piles.

After finishing his work, Yunlang found Dazai sitting on the top of the mountain looking down at the Mausoleum of the First Emperor at his feet.

Almost all of his attention was on this mausoleum, and the remaining little attention would be on Yun Lang's body, and as for the rest, he basically didn't care.

Yun Lang always felt that this guy was dead, and even if he wasn't dead, his soul was put into the mausoleum by the First Emperor.

Dazai doesn't seem to have much hope for being alive.

The only thing that can bring back the dead is food!

In early spring, the first delicious plant to emerge from the ground is a wild leek!

There is only a small green star on the ground, and if you dig down with a shovel, you will dig up a thick rhizome, which is pale yellow, like a leek.

Dumplings stuffed with leek pork have always been Yun Lang's favorite, and with Dazai's current dead appearance, non-leek pork-stuffed dumplings can't save his life.

It's a pity that there are too few of these things, Yun Lang dug all morning, and there was only one handful, which was not enough for one person to eat.

"What are you digging for?"

"Delicious."

Dazai looked at the leaf leek root in Yun Lang's hand, pointed to a small sunny slope and said, "There are more of these things there." ”

Yun Lang was overjoyed, and Yang Yang said with a smile on the wild leek in his hand: "Don't look at him inconspicuous, after you eat it, you will find that there are many more important things in this world than the Mausoleum of the First Emperor." ”

Dazai said with a smile, "Aren't you interested in the Imperial Tomb?" ”

Yun Lang smiled: "Originally, after last night's incident, there is no interest, there is no interest, there is a world of dead people, I am a living person, and I must have the dignity of a living person."

Even if the imperial tomb is full of gold, if every piece of gold is attached to it, I think it is better not to touch it.

Besides, do you think I'll be short of money in the future? ”

The wrinkles on Dazai's face bloomed like chrysanthemums, and he picked up the shovel that Yun Lang put on the ground and said, "Let's dig together and taste the peerless food you said is more important than the imperial tomb at night." ”

Yun Lang laughed and took the lead towards the sunny slope, Dazai also laughed, and he surpassed Yun Lang in a few vertical leaps.

In addition to those who are intellectually ill, the children who grew up in the orphanage are the rest of the masters who see the wind and use the rudder to please the adults.

Other children curry favor with adults in order to ask for things, and in orphanages this is the survival skill of children.

Especially Yun Lang, a man known as the king of orphanages, has brought this ability into full play.

He showed the tiger a small boar skin and told him that he needed a small boar for dinner, and the tiger went into the forest with great interest after getting a sausage.

The sunny slope is already full of life, countless pale green or tender yellow plants have emerged, looking at a spring color from afar, and only after approaching will you find that this is still a land ruled by cold winter.

There are not only wild leeks here, but also freshly sprouted dandelions, bitter herbs, and wild celery, which are rare delicacies for Yunlang.

It is luck to be able to dig up spring bamboo shoots in the miscellaneous woods, and more than a dozen growing bamboos are not growing well, and the largest of them are all broken at the waist, which should be a bad thing for the heavy snow in winter.

Dazai rarely took his eyes away from the Mausoleum of the First Emperor and paid attention to the life underneath, so he had a lot of fun.

Walking into the mountains and forests, it means that it is safe, the old man came back with a half-sized wild boar in his mouth, but unfortunately he did not bite to death, Yun Lang had to be tied with a rope and dragged all the way forward.

When Dazai killed the pigs, the doe was frightened because the pigs were screaming so loudly.

The doe's belly was bulging, and Yun Lang couldn't bear to let a pregnant woman suffer, so she locked it in the house.

Dazai also doesn't kill pigs, so the messed up pig offal, except for the liver and heart, the intestines and other things have to be discarded regrettably.

Yun Lang cut the best parts of the pig, and the tender tenderloin with a little fat is the best material for making dumplings.

The most precious thing in the house is a small bag of wheat noodles, which is a small grinding stone mill after Dazai got it, Yun Lang trimmed the pattern of the stone mill and grinded it a little bit with a hand grind.

In this era, it was very difficult to eat a little pasta, and the people of Qin did not like the taste of bran, thinking that wheat was the most unpalatable kind of grain, so that in the current Great Qin, the people who grow millet and millet sorghum are the real mainstream.

Pork is chopped into tiny dices, wild leeks don't have to be chopped completely, and Yun Lang hates any mushy food that makes him difficult to identify.

Dazai was rarely interested today, so he stood by Yun Lang's side and watched him roll out the dough and watch him make dumplings.

By the way, I helped Yun Lang take care of the bamboo shoot pork rib soup cooked in the gray clay jar.

The dumplings are in the pot, and the tool for cooking the dumplings is a bronze tripod that is not too small, which is set on a charcoal fire, and it takes Yunlang a long time to boil a pot of water.

However, when the white and chubby dumplings floated on the surface of the water and were slapped by Yun Lang with a fence, even if they were as indifferent as Dazai, they also showed a look of hope.

There is no vinegar, although the wine here is not much different from vinegar, Yunlang still doesn't want to use it, one garlic per person is enough.

The first stubble of the spring stubble is very delicious, coupled with the small pork without any fishy taste, in addition to the salt, there is no need to add other condiments, a bite down, the juice splashes, the fragrance is full of mouth, the meaning of life has been perfectly interpreted in an instant.

Depressed and sad people are obviously not something that can be sent away with a plate of dumplings, so Dazai ate three plates in one go, and the plates and bowls of the old Qin people were surprisingly large, although Yun Lang had already gone crazy, he only ate one plate.

Dazai clutched his stomach and pointed to the freshly cooked bamboo shoot pork rib soup regretfully and said, "The taste is just right." ”

Yun Lang took out two bowls of pork rib soup and handed it to Dazai and said, "Yoyo seam, only when you are full can you be considered really full." ”

For thousands of years, Yun Lang believes that the most useful thing in Chinese history is the history of the evolution of food.

Only this thing is in line with everyone's taste for appreciation, and as for the history of the rise and fall of princes and generals, it has little to do with the common people.

But anyone who aspires to become a politician, whether it is beheaded, or divided into five horses, or even raided the family and exterminated the family, it is the consequence that they should reap.

No one goes without paying the price for a luxurious indulgence.

Therefore, those tragic or cruel events in history, if they do not involve the common people, Yunlang can face them calmly.

So, whoever sympathizes with someone like Dazai is a fool, and he will take advantage of your sympathy for him and take out a knife and stab you in the stomach.

This is the kind of person who doesn't want the pity of others even if he is torn apart, or in other words, the person they hate most is the person who has mercy on them.

The spring in Guanzhong came violently and quickly, yesterday it was still a cold and shivering winter, and the next day, after a day of sunshine, it immediately became windy and sunny, and the birds were singing and fragrant.

During this time, Yunlang followed Dazai down the mountain as many as six times, and each time it seemed thrilling, but nothing happened.

Once, Dazai saw two lone hunters and wanted to raid, but he gave up the idea when he saw Yun Lang with a nervous face.

Yun Lang is good at everything, but he doesn't want to live in the Shenwei military camp alone, no matter how Dazai coerces and lures him, he is unmoved.

Living with so many dead people, Yun Lang will also think of himself as a dead person.

The leather jacket can't be worn, Yun Lang changed into a light spring shirt, his half-foot-long hair was combed into a pigtail, his lips were red and his teeth were white, no matter who looked at it, he would think that this was a rich child.

Of course, it is a declining rich child, mainly because the spring shirt on his body is luxurious, but it is very old.

Such clothes are not suitable for running in the mountains and forests, let alone racing against tigers.

The reason why I dress like this is purely because the Qingming Festival has arrived.

The old Qin people originally did not celebrate the Qingming Festival, and the reason is that this festival is the festival of the three countries of Han, Zhao and Wei.

It is a festival set by the Duke of Jin Wen to commemorate the meritorious hero Jie Zitui, and it has nothing to do with the old Qin people.

The reason why Dazai had to dress like this was because it was only in these three days that the people with ancestral graves here were allowed to come in and pay respects in the Shanglin Garden.

It was only in these three days that there were no Yu Linlang and hunters in Shanglin Garden.

The sun rises and the sun sets, and after the Qingming Festival, it will become murderous again.

This day is also the time when the wild people come out to trade salt, and it is the only chance they can take the opportunity to escape from Shanglin Yuan.

Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and the royal family is like this, hunting you down for three hundred and sixty-two days, and then giving you three days to breathe.

Yun Lang felt that this was not a royal favor at all, but a very insidious ploy.

Just like the rabbit keeper always doesn't know how many rabbits he has, so he sprinkles a lot of food on the flat ground and asks all the rabbits to go out, so that the rabbit keeper can make a reasonable slaughter plan.

Seeing that Dazai helped him bring a shoulder sword, Yun Lang smiled, "Is this appropriate?" ”

Dazai looked at Yun Lang intoxicated and said, "The prince of Great Qin has not appeared for many years, I don't know if the world has forgotten it." ”

Yun Lang saw that he had packed up, so he put on his homemade backpack and prepared to leave.

The doe naturally followed, and the tiger wanted to go too, but was kicked behind the door by Dazai, and could only stretch out her paws and scratch the wall desperately.

"Go and see, go to Yichun Palace, all the proclamations of the Han Kingdom will be posted there.

I'm worried that they'll be moving into more feather forests this year. ”

"They don't say this kind of thing in advance and spread it, do they?"

Dazai shook his head and said: "You don't know, the life of the puppet Han emperor is not easy, there is still the queen mother above him, and there are relatives and old ministers below, he can't do everything he can't respond to, only when he is strong, can he unify the power."

Yulin is his expectation, and his purpose in opening up Shanglin Garden is Yulin, and this year is already the ninth year.

The wings should have plumped up, and it's time to train Habayashi on a large scale. ”