The two of them found rice at home, and then went to the vegetable field outside the door to pull some vegetables, after washing the vegetables, the two of them stared at each other, because they found a big problem, they are all people who come to eat and open their mouths, and they have always been others who cook food, and they either buy food on the street in the academy, or eat in the canteen of the academy, and they have never burned it.

"Brother Guozi, do you know how to stir-fry?" Ayuzo asked hopefully.

"No, I haven't burned it, but I've seen my mother burn it before, and it's oil and salt, so it seems to be so troublesome." Xiao Cauldron scratched his head and said a little embarrassed.

"So what do we do? I am hungry. Buzang said pitifully.

"I'm hungry too, little brother, don't worry, I want to find a way, there will definitely be a way." The small pot said.

The two of them sat at the table, each propping their heads on, their eyes wandering around for a long time without focus, thinking about how to fill their stomachs.

Xiao Buzang thought for a while, he really couldn't think of a good way, so he took the schoolbag of his eldest brother Cao Xiwen, rummaged through, there was no food in the schoolbag, only a little bit of scattered silver and copper plates, Buzang did not give up, turned the schoolbag over, and finally found some food residue at the bottom of the schoolbag, he twisted it with his fingers and ate it, and then looked at the small pot with a pair of bright big eyes, and said pitifully: "Brother Guozi, I'm still hungry." ”

"Hey, I've got a good idea." The little pot jumped up, and said to Bu Zang with a smile: "Little brother, you come to light the fire, I have thought of a good way, we can start the meal soon." ”

"Really?" When Buzang heard this, he was very happy, and hurriedly ran to the back of the stove, first stuffed some dead grass into the stove, and then lit the fire with flint, and then put some thin branches into it.

Kobuzo especially likes to sit by the stove in winter, and the flames in the chamber emit an orange light, reflecting on his and his grandfather's faces, very warm, he often falls asleep in his grandfather's arms like this, and when he opens his eyes, the sky is bright.

The small pot put half a pot of water in the pot, and then poured all the good rice into the pot, and poured all the washed vegetables down, ha, we don't know how to stir-fry, you can cook vegetables and rice, it turned out that when I was at home, my mother often cooked such a dish for herself, the rice was cooked rotten, the vegetables inside were fragrant, delicious, this is very simple, ha, I am really a genius, I didn't think of such a famous dish.

Cover the lid of the pot, the small pot also came to the stove, and Xiao Buzang added firewood to the stove together, chatting while burning the fire, chatting and chatting, suddenly heard a gurgling sound, it seemed to be happening in the pot, the two hurriedly ran out to take a look, only to see that the lid of the pot was pushed up and down by the steam in the pot, as if it was still bubbling outward, "Brother Guozi, the lid of the pot is going to run, hurry up and find a stone to press." Xiao Buzang shouted anxiously.

"No, I remember that it wasn't pressed, it seemed to be opened, just let it go." The small pot guessed, then lifted the lid of the pot, and rushed out with a white breath, and suddenly his eyes were blurred, which startled the little pot, and the lid fell to the ground with a bang.

"Haha, haha." Ayuzo covered his mouth and was happy.

The little pot picked up the lid with a red face, and saw that there was a lot of dust on it, and the pot could no longer be covered, so he put it on the side of the corner of the stove, and then picked up a spoon and stirred it in the pot, and wondered: "This water is boiling, why is it not the same as what my mother boiled, this rice has not risen, it is still so small, shouldn't the porridge be melted together with rice and water?" Why am I still separated here? What went wrong? ”

"I guess it'll burn for a while." Xiao Buzang said very expertly.

"Okay, then let's keep burning." The small pot was turned to the stove and firewood was added to it.

After a while, the pot gurgled and bubbled again, as if those bubbles were about to rush out of the pot, and the small pot was overwhelmed, and it turned out that it would come out without a lid, what should I do?

In a hurry, I picked up the spoon and stirred it in the pot, it actually worked, the bubble sank again, look at the porridge, it seems to be much better than the original, the rice grains have also changed a little, a little porridge, but those vegetable leaves have become yellow and wilted, not good at all, don't care about him, continue to burn.

I don't know how long it has been burning, it's completely dark, a pot of thick porridge is finally cooked, the small pot looks at the food in the pot, and there is a strange feeling in my heart, obviously there is a lot of water, why did it change so much later? The green vegetables are obviously in the pot, why are they so yellow and wilted now?

Anyway, I have to taste it first to see if it's delicious, scoop a little with a spoon, put it in my mouth, blow a few breaths, and taste it carefully, ha, it's quite delicious, but it seems to be missing something, by the way, salt, the porridge made by my mother is generally a little salty, I made it too light, the small pot found the salt shaker from the stove, put a little bit first, tasted it, there was no taste, and put a little more, it still didn't seem to have any taste, and I was ruthless, dug a spoonful, and then stirred it with a spoon, a taste, my mother, Salty.

Xiao Buzang looked at Brother Guozi with a look of adoration, Brother Guozi is really like a big chef, he can do anything, looking at the steaming meal in the pot, it must be delicious, but why is Brother Guozi frowning?

"Little brother, you continue to light the fire, I think we need to add some more water." The little pot finally found a solution.

After a lot of hard work, the little pot and the Buzang brothers finally ate today's dinner, the two children's faces were full of black firewood ash, and their hands were the same as the coal diggers, it was pitch black, they didn't care about washing, like the reincarnation of a starving ghost, each holding a sea bowl the same size as the head for a meal, not to mention, it really tasted good, Buzang drank two large bowls, and the small pot drank three bowls.

After eating, both of them sat there with their stomachs in their arms and screamed, Xiao Buzang's stomach obviously bulged out a large piece, like a small drum, flicked with his fingers, made a dull sound, like a ripe watermelon, the small pot couldn't help laughing.

Buzo thought it was funny, picked up the clothes of the small pot, and flicked his fingers on his stomach, knock, he felt that the sound was not crisp enough, far inferior to his own sound effect, shook his head, and then flicked it on his stomach again, knock, well, it was still his belly, and the sound was really pleasant.

So Buzang put his hands around his stomach, gently patted his stomach, made a bang-bang sound, and sang a local children's song in his mouth: "The toad stares and opens its mouth, I ride a bamboo horse in the bamboo forest, and the toad croaks at me, scaring me into falling on a big horse." Then he giggled.

Life in the mountains is very monotonous, and there is nothing to do after eating, so the two of them simply cleaned up, went to bed, and lay on the bed, the two stared at the black roof, and each rubbed his stomach and thought about it.

"Brother Guozi, where do you say grandpa is now? When will he come back to see me? Buzang was a little sad.

"Buzang, grandpa will definitely come to see you, Buzang is grandpa's heart, grandpa is reluctant to Buzang, he, he must have encountered something outside, delayed, maybe tomorrow will come, now Buzang is obedient, close your eyes and sleep, when you open your eyes, maybe grandpa will stand in front of you." The little pot comforted.

Suddenly, I heard a soft sound outside the door, like the sound of a tree branch breaking.

"Who." The small pot turned over.

"Is Grandpa back?" Ayuzo exclaimed excitedly. I quickly climbed out of bed and opened the door, it was pitch black outside, there was nothing but the sound of the night wind blowing through the trees.

"Probably we misheard, it was the sound of the wind blowing the branches." The little pot comforted, pulled Buzang to close the door of the house, and went back to sleep.

After a while, a man slowly came out of the shadow on the side of the house, and it was the catcher who looked back at the door of the hut again, and then carefully stepped back, retreating more than ten steps, and then quickened his speed towards a pile of wood.

"Big brother, the black hunter still hasn't come back, there are only those two little ghosts in the house, just now I was under the window, I heard the two little ghosts talking, they said, the black hunter will definitely come back, the child named Buzang is the heart of the black hunter, the black hunter must be reluctant to him, as long as we guard him, we will definitely be able to wait for the black hunter." Catch the fast track.

"Okay, we're on the right track with this move, tell the brothers, keep my eyes open, don't let go of a trace of clues, everyone watch closely, as soon as the black hunter shows up, we will close the net and catch him, now we have joined the people of the town, the three of us, each with a team of men and horses to guard one direction, each other into a rough corner, take care of each other, block all exits, if the black hunter comes in, be careful not to startle the snake, let him in, and when he enters the encirclement, we will step forward together, Be sure to arrest him, do you understand? Sanshan said to the others.

"Big brother, don't worry, you won't miss this time." The peer caught his fist and said in a low voice.

"We have spread a net of heaven and earth, I don't believe that your big crow surnamed Wu will not fall in." Jiang Sanshan sneered.

"Didn't the county say it was a big mullet?" Caught quickly asked very blindly.

"If you don't talk too much, you'll die!" Jiang Sanshan kicked out.