The bright moon is like a shower, sprinkling pieces of silver light on this world, and on the quiet path, the beautiful people are flawless, snuggling in the direction of home.

Occasionally, the autumn wind blows, the low chirping of birds and birds is heard in the forest, and the lake near Funiu Ridge is sparkling with the wind.

It's like broken porcelain.

"Lian'er, do you like to listen to music?" Huang Tinghui asked suddenly.

"I like it!" The little girl immediately replied, "The neighbor's sister can sing little songs, and Lian'er likes to listen to her little songs!" ”

Huang Tinghui smiled, "This song is different from what you have heard before. ”

The words fell, and in the silver moonlight, the melodious and tactful voice echoed under the field.

"Whose light did you steal from the wall when you were a child?"

"If you don't comb the past, you will suffer for ten years!"

"Now I am reading under the lamp, and the red sleeves are fragrant!"

"Half a lifetime of fame is just a vain."

"In March, the smoke is hazy all the way, and the warbler flies and the grass grows."

"In the catkins, I saw my hometown."

"I don't know if you are still in Luyang."

"A wisp of green silk is treasured for a lifetime."

"Lovers on the bridge, in and out."

"Red medicine by the bridge, sigh that the night is too long."

"The moon shakes, and people wander."

"There's a song of death in the Upen!"

"Luzhou moonlight, sprinkled on the heart."

"You under the moon are no longer what you used to be."

"There are too many injuries to complain about."

"Sigh, it was just ordinary at that time."

"Luzhou moonlight, pear blossom rain cool."

"Who are you next to now?"

"The moonlight of my hometown is deeply seared in my heart."

"But I can't shed the tears of the year."

Melodious tunes circulate in this empty space, and the moonlight appears brighter at this moment.

The little girl gently lay on Huang Tinghui's shoulder, smelling the good smell on Huang Tinghui's clothes.

I've never heard a tune like this before, but it's really good.

"Brother Tinghui, what kind of song is this?"

"Lian'er has never heard of it, but it's really good!" The little girl lying on Huang Tinghui's shoulder asked curiously.

"Luzhou Month, my favorite song!" Huang Tinghui said to the little girl with a smile.

Under the shadow of the moon, Huang Tinghui walked briskly in the direction of home.

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Pushing open the door of the broken thatched house, Huang Tinghui lit the oil lamp, and the oil lamp burning with pine resin crackled.

The little girl lowered her head and looked inside.

"That's a lot of game!" The little girl exclaimed.

There was joy in those flawless eyes.

The little girl sorted the pheasants, the hares, and the wild eggs and carefully set them aside.

Looking at her serious look, she looks like a bit of a mother-in-law.

Huang Tinghui was also dumbfounded for a while.

"These bunnies look cute, do you want to raise them!" Huang Tinghui said to the little girl.

"Don't!"

"Don't!" The little girl's little head shook like a rattle, and Huang Tinghui didn't expect that she would reject her suggestion so simply and directly.

"Rabbits are different from pheasants, they are not easy to feed, pheasants can be domesticated into domestic chickens, rabbits are not easy to domesticate!"

"Lian'er didn't see any domesticated rabbits!"

"These little rabbits can be sold at the market, and they can be sold for a good price!"

The little girl said seriously to Huang Tinghui.

Seeing the little girl's serious expression, Huang Tinghui smiled dumbly, he didn't expect the little girl to give such an answer.

It's virtuous!

Huang Tinghui thought.

After tidying up the house, Huang Tinghui used a fire fold to light the hay in the stove.

After igniting the hay, Huang Tinghui carefully added some dry firewood, and the orange-red flames jumped up, heating the stove.

The little girl also carefully added water, and then put the washed rice into the pot.

When the rice in the pot was tumbling, the little girl scooped up the half-cooked rice.

Then buckle a kitchen utensil full of small holes at the bottom of the pot, add a little water, and turn the drained rice upside down.

The bellows were pulled by Huang Tinghui, and the fragrance of rice soon came from the iron pot.

In Huang Tinghui's memory, most of the later generations used rice cookers for cooking, and the rice cooked in the rice cooker was far less fragrant and gluttonous than the rice cooked by the firewood in the stove.

Just before the rice was almost cooked, there was a knock on the door, "Brother Hui, Brother Hui......"

"Uncle Erzhu, so fast?"

Huang Ting said secretly.

When he opened the crumbling door, he saw Uncle Erzhu standing outside the thatched hut with most of the pork on his shoulder.

The wild boar is about 300 catties, and the half of the pork that Uncle Erzhu is carrying is probably 150 catties.

I don't know if Uncle Erzhu carried so much pork over and had a big quarrel with his aunt.

Looking at Uncle Erzhu's capable body, Huang Tinghui's heart was indescribably grateful.

"Hey, I discussed it with Daring, you found the wild boar, and you hunted it!"

"The two of us can get half a fan of pork, which is already stained with your light, and having pork to eat is already very good for us peasant men!"

"It doesn't take much!"

"This half of the pork is all for you two bites, and if you can't finish it, marinate it with salt, and you can keep it for a while!"

"There are a few pieces of lean meat here, Gai Ming'er will send them to the old Xiucai in the next village!"

"If you don't have salt at home, tell your uncle that salt is not easy to get, and your aunt is here, so it's not good for your uncle to send it to you in front of her!" The honest Uncle Erzhu touched his head and laughed twice.

Looking at Uncle Erzhu, Huang Tinghui was indescribably moved!

"Uncle Erzhu, thank you!"

"Tinghui will not let you down!" Huang Tinghui said from the bottom of his heart.

"Live a good life, give birth to a big fat boy in the future, Uncle Erzhu and your dead father and mother will be very happy!"

"Hey, I won't talk to you anymore, your aunt is still having a little temper right now, but you don't dare to stay here any longer!"

Uncle Erzhu said hello to Huang Tinghui, turned around and disappeared into the night.

The autumn wind slightly swept up the thatch on the dilapidated thatched house, as if sand and dust had blown into Huang Tinghui's eyes.

"Brother Tinghui!" The little girl gently tugged Huang Tinghui's cuffs.

"It's time to eat, Brother Tinghui will make you meat and vegetables to eat!" Huang Tinghui restrained his emotions.

I saw him cut off a piece of fat on the half of the pork, and then cut off a piece of lean meat.

Then cut the little girl's washed mushrooms into petals, and after taking out the rice, the fat pot was small, and the little girl pulled the bellows hard.

The flames in the stove sprang up and burned the stove hot.

The fat in the pot also made a "crackling" sound, the fat meat was fried until golden brown, and Huang Tinghui took out a few pieces of oil residue, "Lian'er, taste it!" ”

Wu Feilian looked at the oil residue, she swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, "Brother Tinghui, you eat!" ”

"Not good!" Huang Tinghui feigned anger.

Seeing this, the little girl could only open her small mouth and let Huang Tinghui send the oil residue into her mouth.

The taste is crispy and fluffy, and even the air fills the air with an appetizing aroma.

The little girl almost swallowed her tongue.

It's so delicious!

"It's delicious!" Huang Tinghui asked with a smile.

"Hmm!" The little girl lowered her head a little embarrassed.

"Oops!" Thinking of the other oil residues in the pot, Huang Tinghui hurriedly added lean meat.

When the color is almost the same, throw the already cut mushrooms into the iron pot.

Soon, a plate of stir-fried wild boar with mushrooms came out!

Unlike the mushrooms and domestic pigs that were cultivated on a large scale in later generations, mushrooms and wild boars were gifts from the mountains.

It is no wonder that since ancient times, there has been a saying that "relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water".

Huang Tinghui and Wu Feilian took advantage of the faint light to dry the white rice on this dish.

Now that the sky is dark, it is too late to deal with the pork, Huang Tinghui found a few banana leaves to wrap this half of the pork tightly.

The little girl took the initiative to ask for help, and called several buckets of cold water and put them in a large wooden basin.

The pork wrapped in plantain leaves is stored in cold water.

The weather is not hot at the moment, and I am not afraid that the pork will spoil if I leave it for a night.

The starry sky of the autumn night was particularly cold, looking at the little girl who was sleeping heavily wrapped in a sheet, the corners of Huang Tinghui's mouth curled up with a smile.

He seems to be getting more and more accustomed to and liking this ordinary ancient peasant life.

"Good night, Lian'er!"

"Good night, whole world!" Huang Tinghui said softly.

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