Lavatory?

Han Xiaoling was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the bamboo forest more than twenty meters away, and said wryly: "There is no toilet here, and it is usually solved in the forest." ”

There are no toilets...... Yes, the toilet in my memory should have been built by myself after my grandfather returned.

I didn't care about thinking about anything, in a hurry, Wang Mingyuan immediately walked quickly towards the bamboo forest.

"Hey...... You'd better bring a stick! Han Xiaoling reminded in the back.

As soon as Wang Mingyuan heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, it was convenient to enter the bamboo forest, and he still brought a stick to wipe his buttocks? Won't it be too rough?

He waved his hand: "No, I have paper!" ”

Not long after finding a hidden place and squatting down, Wang Mingyuan, who was a little relaxed, soon realized that something was wrong, and several black-haired pigs actually hummed into the bamboo forest, constantly approaching him.

In the 21st century, the introduction of a large number of exotic breeds has made many native breeds of pigs almost extinct, and the world simply does not see them, even if there is, this kind of pork is often several times higher than the price of meat of other pig breeds.

He was still thinking that if he could bring this pig breed back to 2023, maybe he could make a fortune by raising this kind of pig, when several black-haired pigs had already beckoned under his butt. No matter how he drives away, he just won't leave.

Wang Mingyuan suddenly understood the reason why Han Xiaoling asked him to bring a stick.

There was no way to take them, Wang Mingyuan could only hastily end this very unpleasant convenience, and walked out of the bamboo forest in a gray manner, and returned to the earthen house, where he saw Han Xiaoling looking at him with a strange face.

"Laugh if you want, don't suffocate yourself." Wang Mingyuan rolled his eyes and glared at her.

"Hahaha......"

Han Xiaoling originally wanted to hold back, but after all, she couldn't hold back her laughter, and it took a long time to stop: "Most of the piglets raised by the villagers here are free-range, they are looking for food everywhere, they are not afraid of people at all, next time you go, remember to bring a stick, hit them a few times, and you don't dare to approach, the educated youth who come here have all encountered it." ”

Wang Mingyuan muttered speechlessly: "Why don't you build a toilet!" ”

He walked along the path on the side of the house, towards the stream, washed his face with the clear and cold water, and became much more sober.

The next thing I felt hungry again.

According to the time, I haven't eaten for more than ten hours.

When Wang Mingyu returned, he asked, "Is there anything to eat?" I'm hungry. ”

"Eat...... Yes, you wait, I'll do it for you! ”

After Han Xiaoling finished speaking, she opened another earthen house.

Wang Mingyuan followed in, and found that in addition to a simple table and a few bamboo stools, there was a wooden shelf against the wall, on which were placed several jars and jars and a bamboo basket for holding dishes and chopsticks, and there was only one water tank, a pair of wooden barrels and three wooden basins, which was very simple.

Han Xiaoling made a fire in the middle of the house with a few stones embedded in the fire pit very quickly, and then carried a copper pot to the water tank to scoop up the water, and hung it on the hook hanging above the fire pit to burn.

This hook can be adjusted by the iron chain on the top to control the amount of fire that the copper pot is subjected to.

In today's rural areas, every family has electricity, and with electrical equipment, it is difficult to see these hooks and fire pits or something.

"You have a wound, I'll cook some paste for you, so that you can digest it."

After the water in the copper pot boiled, Han Xiaoling scooped some noodles out of a jar with a bowl, Wang Mingyuan leaned over and glanced at it, the bowl was cornmeal, mixed with a lot of corn crushed and peeled off, very rough, it is estimated that after crushing, he was not very willing to use a sieve to separate it.

If this is placed in 2023, feeding pigs is not fine enough.

Wang Mingyuan was a little difficult: Can he go down?

He moved a bamboo stool and leaned over, watching Han Xiaoling sprinkle noodles into the copper pot while stirring with bamboo chopsticks, half a bowl of noodles went down, gradually becoming viscous, and then it became old.

Although this batter has been stirred constantly, even if Han Xiaoling hung the copper pot a little higher, it was still bubbling, and those bubbles exploded one after another, good guy, the splashed batter fell on the hands, feet or face, it was called a hot.

Wang Mingyuan, who was unfortunately hit one after another, had to move the stool farther back, he touched the hot parts of his hands and face, and felt bitter in his heart: What kind of sin did I create in my last life.

After boiling for a while, Han Xiaoling used a large earthen bowl to fill a shallow bowl of burnt paste and sent it to him, Wang Mingyuan took it, and before he started eating, his throat began to itch.

But he was so hungry!

Seeing that Han Xiaoling also took a bowl and drank it very sweetly, Wang Mingyuan stirred the paste in the bowl, picked a ball and put it in his mouth, and tried to chew it, and his complexion changed: not to mention the hot and burnt, the key is that the breaded noodles are still raw at all.

He knew that at this time, all kinds of materials were quite scarce, especially food, which was very expensive.

Rice, which is a very ordinary grain after decades, is now, only during the New Year's festival or when there are guests, it will be taken out and eaten, Han Xiaoling's pure cornmeal is puree, and it is already rare to get it without mixing some other things, not to mention, Han Xiaoling took into account his injury, and specially added some finely chopped brown sugar to his bowl.

Spit it out and definitely get criticized!

Wang Mingyuan could only swallow it forcibly, and it felt like a handful of sand running down his throat.

Finally managed to finish a bowl of corn paste, even if his stomach was not full, he didn't dare to try the second bowl.

Even so, Wang Mingyuan, who is accustomed to eating fine noodles and fine grains, still fell for it.

The delicate stomach couldn't digest such coarse food at all, and he accumulated food.

It was as if a stone had been put into his stomach, heavy, accompanied by bursts of pain, which made him fidget, and he couldn't stop regurgitating acid.

The only thing I could do was keep rubbing my stomach and walking back and forth.

But even so, at night, it still didn't dissipate, but tossed the whole person to exhaustion.

Therefore, at night, even if Han Xiaoling deliberately sifted the fine noodles with a fine sieve and cooked him a pot of thinner paste, he didn't dare to eat it again, even if he still felt very hungry.

He was very suspicious that if he ate it again, his stomach would be even more devastated.

This night, Wang Mingyuan lay in bed and began to doubt: If he continues like this, he is afraid that he will have to be tossed and die here.

I have to get some good food, at least some rice, flour and so on, and I really want to eat meat.

I wanted to come back and live a leisurely life, no matter where I went, at least I couldn't treat myself badly in terms of food.

He's starting to miss the days when he used to drink beer and eat skewers.

Early the next morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Wang Mingyuan knocked on Han Xiaoling's door softly with panda eyes and a blue face, and said weakly: "Sister, help me buy some good rice and noodles, and by the way, cut some meat, your corn paste, if you eat it again, I may not survive tomorrow." ”

Han Xiaoling looked embarrassed: "Where can I buy these for you, the villagers are almost the same, this cornmeal is already the best food?" ”

"Go to the supermarket and buy it!"

"Supermarket? It's a store! Seventy or eighty miles round trip? It's going to take a long time. Besides, you have to have a ticket. ”

Belch...... Supermarket, say leaky!

"Yes, yes, yes, it's the store...... Do you buy a line with money? Wang Mingyuan trembled and took out the stack of banknotes from the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to Han Xiaoling.

In order to eat, he put the idea of using the money to make a small profit from the old object buying stall.

Han Xiaoling looked at Wang Mingyuan, then at the money in his hand, and finally reached over, took out a ten-yuan bill, and after a simple freshening, he hurriedly left.

Anyway, the task now is to take care of Wang Mingyuan, and he really can't bear to look at it anymore, but Han Xiaoling muttered in her heart: What kind of person is it, even the food is so picky, and I don't know how he lived to this age.