Soon after the rice was cooked, Ritsukogawa returned, and Qingzhi stood at the door of the yurt, watching him ride his horse skillfully and drive the sheep into the sheepfold, and then jumped off the horse neatly, and slapped the horse, and the horse ran to the trough to eat salt.

He turned his head to see Qingzhi waiting at the door, and ran towards the yurt with a smile.

The setting sun stained his hair and clothes red, and his eyes could still be seen shining from such a distance, as if there was something to look forward to.

Qingzhi's heart was inexplicably sour, and he turned around and went back to the yurt.

She brought out the rice and laid it out, and Ritsukogawa came over and sat down.

"I've been making stewed rice every day for a while, otherwise it's braised noodles, are you still used to eating it?"

"I'm used to eating, I like the stewed rice and braised noodles you make."

Qingzhi was a little suspicious: "Really? "I'm a little tired of eating myself.

"Really, after all, there are only dried meat and rice noodles, and it's good to be able to make it like this."

…… I don't think you're complimenting me.

For breakfast the next day, Aoeda made ramen by kneading the noodles, hoping to make a difference.

Ritsu Zichuan drove the sheep out after eating, Qingzhi was washing dishes in front of the yurt, and when he looked up, a fat figure on the opposite mountain was walking slowly and methodically, carrying a small bag in his hand.

Aunt Ha really came to visit the door, which is great.

Qingzhi hurriedly finished washing the dishes at the speed of light, and hurriedly returned to the yurt to clean up.

When the yurt was spotless and neat, Aunt Ha asked outside, "Are you here?" He walked in.

Qingzhi hurriedly said hello and invited her to sit down again.

Aunt Ha sat down and chatted for a few words, looked around, and praised: "Your house is so clean!" Alas, there's a cabinet! It's hard to get it, right? ”

Aoeda replied, "Isn't it?" He described the various situations of the donkey team along the way at that time.

Aunt Ha nodded: "It turns out that you can't even ride a horse?" Still want to ride a sliding rod? You won't be able to herd sheep either? ”

Aoeda shook her head regretfully.

"I've heard that the new ones are from the town, and they only farm the land, not the cattle and sheep, so I'm quite worried. Someone else in your family will herd sheep, right? ”

"My cousin can ride horses and herd sheep."

Aunt Ha nodded with satisfaction: "That's good!" Although the mountain is not as convenient as living in the town, but the mutton of our Keto sheep is notoriously delicious, although the price has been getting lower and lower in recent years, as long as you work hard, you can still earn a little food and clothing. ”

He glanced around the yurt and said, "Your family is in a good situation, the yurt is so big, and the wooden door is installed, and the felts are all new and soft!" ”

The law firm always has money.

Qingzhi saw that the water on the stove was boiling, so he quickly took out the brown sugar, brewed a cup of brown sugar water and handed it to Aunt Ha.

When I was in Lishan, the ladies liked to drink hot brown sugar water instead of tea, and several ladies complained that they couldn't sleep at night after drinking tea.

Aunt Ha looked at this cup of brown sugar water suspiciously: "Qingzhi, don't you cook milk tea at home?" ”

Qingzhi was about to explain, when someone outside the yurt said in a milky voice: "Sister Qingzhi, we're here for tea!" ”

The door was pushed open, and Su Ma walked in with a piece of tea, followed by Su Yuan, holding a small pot of milk in his hand.

Aunt Ha smiled and said, "You two little girls are also here?" Your mother isn't at home? ”

Su Ma Su Yuan was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything.

Su Ma went to find the small pot by himself, went to the water tank to scoop water and fill it, and then put the pot on the stove and waited for the water to boil.

Aunt Ha praised softly: "Su Ma is a good boy!" He touched Su Yuan's little head again: "Su Yuan is too." ”

I cherish these two children very much.

Su Ma made the milk tea neatly, Qingzhi brought the candy jar, this time she put the sugar herself, and everyone watched as she put several spoonfuls of sugar into it.

Aunt Ha said slowly: "Your family's situation is very good......"

Eh...... The main thing is that I do business with a rich boss, understand?

When it was boiled and drunk, Qingzhi felt that the tea taste was not as fragrant as last time, probably because the taste of sugar had masked the aroma of tea?

At this time, Su Yuan suddenly remembered something, stuck out his tongue and said, "Yesterday, we accidentally took a brick to make tea for Qingzhi, and my mother was so angry when she found out!" wanted to beat the two of us, but the eldest sister blocked it. ”

Well? No wonder the tea taste is different, is that kind of brick very expensive?

Aunt Ha pursed her mouth: "Even if it's a brick, how many tea leaves can be used to boil tea once?" Why should I beat you for this? ”

"The eldest sister said the same thing."

Aunt Ha turned her face, a little disdainful of Su Ma Su Yuan's mother's appearance.

Aoeda feels that there is a story in this.

After Su Yuan finished drinking tea, he saw the small cloth bag that Aunt Ha had brought over, and asked, "Auntie, you also used this beautiful guest baggage cloth today!" ”

Qingzhi took a look, it was a diamond-shaped cloth with a green background, which was really good-looking.

"That's right! Qingzhi has just moved in, and it's my first time as a guest, so naturally I want to use a good-looking one! That's right! Look at me, look at the green branches, and forget about it! ”

Aunt Ha hurriedly unwrapped the package and took out a small jar: "This is my newly made ghee!" ”

Su Ma Su Yuan sighed at the same time, and Aunt Ha smiled a little smugly, and said to Qingzhi: "The whole pastoral team belongs to me to make the best ghee!" All three of you kids try it! ”

Su Ma and Su Yuan immediately couldn't wait to dig up a large spoonful of ghee with a small spoon and throw it into the milk tea bowl, holding the bowl and drinking it.

Qingzhi had never seen this kind of operation, and was a little suspicious, so he first took a closer look at the ghee: pale yellow, very moist, a bit like lard.

Aunt Ha thought that Qingzhi was polite, so she dug up a big spoon and threw it into Qingzhi's milk tea without saying a word.

The milk tea was originally piping hot, and the ghee quickly turned into a yellow layer and floated on the water.

Qingzhi imagined the taste of sweet milk tea with lard, and he couldn't swallow it.

Aunt Ha urged her: "Taste it!" You can't buy such fresh ghee in town! I just made it yesterday. ”

Qingzhi plucked up the courage to take a sip.

Very...... It's delicious!

The original milk tea is a mixture of tea, milk and sweetness, and after adding ghee, the gentle fat perfectly blends all the flavors together, forming a new, moisturizing and good taste, comfortable and ironing.

Qingzhi was also the same as Su Ma Su Yuan, and quickly finished drinking a bowl of milk tea.

The four of them drank another round of tea, and after drinking all the tea in the pot, Qingzhi closed the door of the stove in order to save firewood, so that there was less oxygen, the fire would not be so strong, and the firewood could be burned for a while.

Aunt Ha looked down at the stove and asked, "Do you burn firewood or cow and sheep dung?" ”

By the way, I used to read books and saw that nomads used cow and sheep dung as fuel after drying it.

"My house is all firewood, and I will clean up the sheep manure in the sheepfold every other day, huh...... It's all piled up a little further away from here. ”

"Sheep dung roasted naan is the best! It's wasted! Burning wood is the worst! ”

Su Ma Su Yuan also nodded again and again.

Qingzhi was a little embarrassed: "This ...... Ha ha. "Cultural differences.

Aunt Ha suddenly remembered something and said, "I heard that no one in your town eats baked naan?" ”

"Well, I haven't eaten it." I also wanted to eat it before the crossing, but I live in a third-tier city, so I don't have much opportunity to buy and eat.

The Buddhist farming system of Qingzhi