Midday.

Huang Yue'er took out the flour, kneaded it and sweated profusely, and made green vegetable noodles for everyone.

Vegetables are the only thing that can be eaten together with flour and chili peppers.

After lunch, Huang Yue'er took Chen Yimu around the village.

Life in the village is slow, so slow that you can't even feel the time passing.

There was a stream at the foot of the mountain, and Chen Yimu saw shrimp swimming in the stream.

"In the evening, we can eat meat!" Chen Yimu pointed to the stream and said.

Huang Yue'er frowned and said, "Can this be eaten?" ”

For as long as she could remember, she didn't seem to have eaten this bug-like thing.

Chen Yimu felt a trace of fear in Huang Yue'er's expression and asked, "Haven't you eaten it?" ”

Huang Yue'er shook her head and looked at Chen Yimu with an inquiring gaze.

"Then let's eat this at night and serve rice!" Chen Yimu rolled up his pants and said.

Syllable!

Chen Yimu's eyes were quick, and he grabbed one at once, and shouted, "Catch it, Yue'er, you bring the broken bucket on the side." ”

Huang Yue'er hurriedly ran to bring the broken bucket over, washed it briefly, put it on the side, and stood far away.

"I didn't expect it to look so small, but it was so big to catch!" Chen Yimu looked at half a palm-sized shrimp and said.

Chen Yimu raised his eyes and saw Huang Yue'er standing far away, so he beckoned to her and said, "Oh, it doesn't bite, don't stand so far, look at it, don't let it run away!" ”

But Huang Yue'er still didn't dare to move forward, and Chen Yimu had no choice but to put the bucket a little away from the stream.

In this way, if the shrimp jumps, it will not be able to jump into the stream.

It took Chen Yimu half an hour to catch more than 20 of them, each of which was full of size.

Back in the house, Chen Yimu went to shave the shrimp line and picked two more peppers.

There is no oil here, and there is no seasoning, only chili peppers instead of ginger and shrimp boiled in water.

Put the processed river prawns into the pot, add the chopped chilies, cover the pot, and cook almost thoroughly in 10 minutes.

Huang Yue'er sat behind the stove and lit a fire, her nose moved, and she raised her head as if she was looking for something.

"Isn't it fragrant?" Chen Yimu asked.

"Uh-huh, is it the smell of this bug?" Huang Yue'er looked at the raised lid of the pot and asked curiously.

Chen Yimu explained: "This is not a bug, this is a river shrimp that can be eaten!" ”

"River prawns?"

Huang Yue'er looked dazed, hearing this title for the first time.

After ten minutes, Chen Yimu opened the lid of the pot and a breath rose into the air.

"It smells so good!" Huang Yue'er looked at the reddened river shrimp in the pot and couldn't help but sigh.

Chen Yimu picked up a river shrimp, peeled off the shell, handed it to Huang Yue'er, and said, "Come and taste it!" ”

Huang Yue'er took it cautiously, but she didn't dare to speak.

"Don't be afraid, just put it in your mouth and bite it like me." Chen Yimu gave a demonstration first.

Then, Huang Yue'er took a bite as if she was eating poison.

At that moment, as he chewed, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

After dinner, the two went to deliver food again.

Do all this, at eight o'clock in the night, Chen Yimu can't imagine how many points she would have to get if she didn't help herself.

Day after day, year after year, I'm afraid that many people have long since run away.

Huang Yue'er was tired, so she went to sleep in the room on the edge.

Chen Yimu sat in front of the house, looked at the dark mountain village, and sighed deeply.

It was ten o'clock in the evening.

Airplanes!

The ghost seeker rang out.

Chen Yimu hurriedly looked at it, and it wrote: "Take a pot and put it in a conspicuous position at the entrance of the village, cook ten catties of rice, and insert a pair of chopsticks on the rice!" ”

It's that simple?

Then another text appeared: "After inserting the chopsticks, turn around and leave, without looking back, after walking a hundred steps, grab a handful of dirt and throw it behind you." ”

"If you hear dirt hitting a wall, turn back!"

"If there is no sound of dirt hitting the wall, walk another seven steps and repeat the above action!"

If this doesn't happen, can't you keep doing it?

Chen Yimu didn't have time to think so much, turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, fortunately, the mobile phone and the power bank were fully charged before.

On the first trip, Chen Yimu moved the pot to the tree at the entrance of the village.

On the second trip, move ten catties of rice.

On the third trip, I carried firewood, and I could only hold a few at a time.

I don't know how much firewood is needed to cook the rice, so Chen Yimu walked back and forth seven or eight times and moved a bunch of firewood to the entrance of the village.

On the last trip, I walked to the entrance of the village with a bucket of water and a pair of chopsticks.

Place the pot between two stone benches, just enough to put firewood underneath.

Chen Yimu poured ten catties of rice into the pot and poured a bucket of water.

Cover the pot and raise the heat.

Chen Yimu sat on the side and kept adding firewood, for fear that he would not be able to cook the rice and give up all his efforts.

This pot of rice was boiled for more than an hour, and Chen Yimu moved firewood three more times before the rice was cooked.

Lifting the lid of the pot, the fragrant rice made Chen Yimu a little hungry.

But now is not the time to eat!

Pulling away the still burning match, Chen Yimu picked up the chopsticks beside him, inserted them into the meal, turned around and left.

Call!

The moment he turned around, a gust of cold wind blew in his face, making Chen Yimu shiver for a while.

The footsteps did not stop, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Chen Yimu was stunned.

He caught a glimpse of a dark shadow and passed past him.

Just as he was about to turn his head to see what was going on, the ghost seeker sounded, and Chen Yimu stopped alive.

Walking forward, silently counting the steps in my heart.

“98… 99… 100！ ”

Chen Yimu bent down and grabbed a handful of soil on the ground.

At this moment, Chen Yimu saw the situation under the tree.

With the help of the light from the burning match, Chen Yimu saw a dark shadow, grabbed the rice with his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth vigorously.

Chen Yimu was stunned, then immediately got up and threw the dirt in his hand backwards.

There was no sound of dirt smashing against the wall, only the sparse sound of the ground falling to the ground.

After continuing to take seven steps forward, Chen Yimu once again bent down and picked up a handful of dirt.

Chen Yimu looked under the tree again, only to see the black shadow sticking his head directly into the pot.

Get up and lift the dirt back.

Still no sound.

After taking another seven steps, the upper part of the black shadow was buried in the pot, and he was desperately eating rice.

"Oh my God, that's ten catties of rice!"

"Is this a starving ghost?"

Chen Yimu was puzzled, got up and threw the dirt behind again.

There was still no sound of dirt smashing against the wall.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Could something go wrong??"

“……”

Chen Yimu was puzzled, walked seven more steps, and grabbed the dirt again.

At this time, there was only one pot left under the tree, and the unextinguished match.

The shadow is gone!

"Nima, you're going to run away after eating!?" Chen Yimu turned around and said indignantly.

The ghost finder seems to be out of order!

Suddenly, the unextinguished match burst out with a green light, which was extremely strange in the dark night, like a ghost fire......