It's past the valley rain, but there is still some chill in the forest. But the air is much better than that of Valley Bottom Town, moist and fresh, as if you can wring out the water when you grab a handful, and take a deep breath to wash all the internal organs clean. The ground was covered with thick and fluffy leaves, vines and weeds were intertwined on the fallen leaves, the birch trees were already dressed in pale green, and the red pines stood proudly. The sun slowly rose, the fog gradually cleared, and the sunlight shone in through the branches of the trees, like a golden ladder reaching in.

Mi Po stood under a red pine tree and watched intently, wondering if he could follow the golden ladder to the sky. But at this time, his stomach growled, the sun in front of him turned into small golden stars flying everywhere, and the narrow sheep intestine path in front of him shook like a ribbon, and he felt that his feet were weak, and he really couldn't take a step, so he sat down against the huge red pine beside him.

He remembered the bud rice noodle shake ball made by the third mother, this thing is to make the bud rice noodles and the same as the noodles rolled out, cut into thumb-sized squares with a knife, sprinkle dry noodles, and then shake vigorously in the basin, the small squares continue to stain the dry noodles, and it becomes as round as a pinball egg. When it is shaken, pour oil, green onion in a pot and boil water. When the water boils, pour the rocking ball into the boiling water, cover the lid and boil, and then boil the aroma with the changing shape of the water vapor, the three mothers often sprinkle some wild garlic leaves in the pot, tear a few mushrooms they picked from the mountains and forests, stir a few times with a big spoon, he and the two cousins and the three masters each put a big bowl on the top of the gang, squatting in the yard "Xili snoring" to eat, the rocking ball is a little hard, but full, the soup is the best to drink, sweet, thick, Fragrant.

Mi Po remembered this most ordinary meal, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Although the third mother usually shows him face, she can still do it when she is full. Thinking like this, Mi Bao slowly began to drip and melt the ice lump in his heart to the third mother, and he said to himself, hold on, as long as you find the fairy that your mother said, and learn the ability from him, you must invite the three masters and the family to eat rocking balls every day, and it is also cooked in broth.

His hand slipped from his body to the side, his fingers touched something, and when he looked down, he found a small white steamed bun-like mushroom at the root of the red pine, in the gap between the fallen leaves. They have picked this kind of mushrooms, usually they are washed and cooked before eating, but now hunger makes Mi Bao can't take care of so much, he picks the roots, and sends the big flowers into his mouth, the mushrooms are like marshmallows, and the entrance becomes soft, and there is a slight bitterness in the sweetness, just like the cough mother added orange peel and almond flavor to the pear water boiled when he was a child.

The sun had risen overhead, and Mi Bao was lying flat on the thick fallen leaves, and since he and the three masters entered the valley town with the smell of the bottom of the old box, he hadn't let the sun wash like this. He thinks that people are really a very strange kind of living creatures, as soon as they see the sun, they will forget the worrying things in the dark night when they see the blue sky, and the hatred that they can't figure out, the ** who wants to kill people, and the feeling of jumping off the cliff are all sunburned, and the eyes are full of beautiful and fresh things: the sika deer up their ears and deftly runs in the forest, the little squirrel jumps on the branches of the red pine, and the colorful birds sing songs that only they can understand with their own melodious voices. It would be nice if he could stay here forever like a painting, but the sun didn't listen to him, and slowly slipped to the west, and the birds fluttered home, Mi Bao turned over, looked at the path leading to the depths of the jungle, and said in his heart, "Immortals, which gods, is your home in the innermost place?" My mother will not lie to me, and I have promised my mother that my heart must be strong, and I must find you who are kind!

Mi Bao put the bow back on his back, and when he was sorting out the sheepskin bucket, he suddenly felt that his stomach was tumbling over the river, and he didn't feel it when he was lying down just now, once he stood up and moved, his stomach seemed to be drilled into a big loach, stirring back and forth, saying that it hurt and not hurting, and saying that it was not swollen, he hurriedly held his stomach and lay down, feeling slightly better, but as soon as he sat up, the big loach began to toss again, and he was sitting together, when he suddenly heard a sound of "salad salad", he stopped moving, and the cat came down.

When he didn't enter the school, he often followed his cousin into the forest to pick mushrooms and pheasants, so he could tell that it was not the sound of a sika deer, nor a grouse or a little squirrel, but the sound of people coming over.

Getting closer and closer, accompanied by the sound of "whoosh" gasps, Mi Po peeled open the dense vines and weeds, and saw a man walking this way.

This person is not tall, and it can be seen that it is a woman, because her head is covered with a dark blue turban embroidered with yellow chrysanthemums, and she wears a fat blue ordinary coarse cloth placket, black wide-legged trousers, and the trousers are tied at the hem. It may also be that the burden on her back is too heavy, she does not walk very neatly, and for a while she is tripped by the vines under her feet, and she stumbles forward a few steps; For a while, I was hung by the branches of the trees, and I went back for a long time, not like a person who often walks on mountain roads.

Mi Bao's heart relaxed, because he looked at the clothes and felt that the person who came was not a bandit or a thief, but like a person who could walk together. So, he asked:

"Auntie, where are you going?"

The sudden sound startled the other party, she first lifted her face wrapped in a headscarf and only showed her eyes, looked around for a moment, and then hurriedly hid behind the big red pine next to her. But she was too fat, and the thick trunk didn't cover her, revealing a puffed up placket in front and a bulging half of her burden in the back. Mibao laughed, and he jumped out of the bushes, and said:

"Don't hide, I saw you!"

This jump is usually like a play, but now for Mi Bao, who is filled with a belly of roots and raw mushrooms, it is like using a stick to stir these soft and hard things, and he can't help but scream and bend down in pain.

The cry called out the woman who was hiding behind the tree, and she put down the big burden on her back and stepped out. Relieved when she saw the pale, thin-skinned boy in front of her, she walked up to Mi Po, leaned down and asked:

"Little brother, what's wrong with you?"

This voice is obviously not as cangsang as the aunt, but thin and transparent, Mi Bao raised his head.

Her headscarf had slipped down to her shoulders, revealing a round face with snow-white skin. Under the thick bangs, there are a pair of thin and curved eyes, and the red lips like water chestnuts under the upturned nose are half-open, which is easy for people who see her to think of the image of the New Year's picture blessing doll pasted on the wall during the New Year. Mi Po wanted to look at her two more times, but the "loach" in his stomach had already reached his throat, and he couldn't help but vomit.

He vomited like wind and rain, felt a buzzing in his ears, and everything around him became a blur.

The "Fu Doll" gently patted Mi Bao behind her back with her white and fat hand like a lotus root, and muttered in her mouth: "What are you stuffing into your stomach, unlucky bear child!" ”

Mi Bao spit and vomited, and the sky was blackened.

"Fu Doll" did not leave, as if she felt that she should stay, dragged the burden out from the back of the big red pine tree, took out a black and white checkered sheet from it and spread it on the dry leaves, Fu Mi Bao lay down, lifted the wide placket, took out a cowhide kettle from it, bit the wooden plug with her teeth, and handed the spout to his lips.

Mi Bao took a sip, the water with the body temperature of the "Fu Doll", washed his mouth that became bitter due to vomiting, extinguished the ** spicy flame in his throat, and flowed in without hindrance, making him feel comfortable all over, he sat up, took the pot, and drank it in a big gulp.

"Slow down, slow down. Just drink two sips to moisturize, you can't drink so much on an empty stomach! Be careful to come up again! "Fu Doll" said in a stack of voices, reaching out and snatching the cowhide pot away.

Mi Bao stared at her with wide eyes, wanting to ask who she was, why did she run to this deep mountain and old forest alone, and still carrying such a heavy thing, walking and walking fast, running and running and not running, not afraid of being photographed by a blind bear? Not afraid of getting caught by a beard? But when the words came to his lips, they became: "You are a lucky doll who escaped from the painting, right?" ”

She was stunned for a moment, laughed "poof", and said, "Your child's head seems to have been broken, why do you talk so inappropriately?" ”

Mi Bao also smiled embarrassedly, secretly blaming himself for being too fond of heaven and earth thoughts, how could he say such rude nonsense to a stranger who helped him. So she continued:

"Yes, yes, I rolled down from the big black ditch, broke my head, and I didn't speak in tune, don't blame your eldest sister!"

"Alas," she said, with a sigh, "who is to blame in this world! You're right, I'm called Fuzi, don't call me Fu Doll, call me Sister Fu! As if by magic, she took out a steamed potato from her bosom and handed it to Mi Bao, "Eat, you must be hungry, eat enough, and work well when you are full." Tonight, I'm afraid I'm going to spend the night here. ”

Mi Bao took a bite of the warm potato, chewed it and said, "Sister Fu, my name is Mi Bao." When my mother was alive, she called me Baozi. Looking at Sister Fu who was picking up the burden next to her, she suddenly felt down-to-earth in her heart.