Late autumn of the second year of Da'an.

It is the time when the poplar forest is yellow.

The basin in the southern part of the Western Regions presents a strange scene: deserts and lakes coexist, and golden poplar forests grow in the light yellow desert, all of which show an ancient posture, and become the best color to decorate the desert in autumn in this season.

A red horse stood on the edge of a desert lake, drinking water in the lake with its neck lowered, and next to it was a huge poplar tree, with exceptionally beautiful yellow leaves, and a pile of bags and a lying Taoist under the tree.

The leaves have fallen on the sacks, on the Taoist.

Coming here, the Taoist really didn't want to leave.

After traveling the world for 12 years, Taoists have seen many kinds of autumn.

The bleak mountain forest shrouded in white clouds outside Yidu City, the reed path that pulls out white flower spikes on the shore of Jingdao Lake and falls to the side like a carpet, the red leaf forest on Yunding Mountain, the endless rice fields and wheat sea in Gwangju, Hezhou, the golden prairie in Yanzhou, and the autumn leaf forests and cabins in the Western Regions like a world outside the world, but this autumn in front of you is still a must.

Bleak and strong, ancient and upright, born in the desert, gorgeous and blooming, in contrast, give people a strong sense of shock, as if seeing its vitality in a desperate place.

I heard that it has three thousand years -

Born and immortal for a thousand years.

Die and not fall for a thousand years.

It does not rot for a thousand years.

I don't know if it's true or not.

I don't know how many years this poplar tree has been around, but it is a blessing to meet them here, at the time of the year when they are at their most colorful.

At the same time, along the way, the climate has changed and changed.

From the sacred mountain that is comparable to the coldest time in the north, to the green city that is as cold as autumn, when the mountain is like a cold winter, and when it comes through the desert, it is like midsummer, until when you come here, the temperature finally becomes more pleasant, and Song You is also lying here to enjoy the splendor of this land and another autumn given to him by the Western Regions.

Until a swallow flew back and landed on a branch overhead.

Then there was a sound of footsteps, accompanied by the cries of sheep.

His boy has returned from hunting.

"Taoist!"

Sanhua Niangniang's voice was clear, and she couldn't hear her feelings: "Sanhua Niangniang caught a wild sheep, it hasn't grown up yet, it looks good, today Sanhua Niangniang will make you naan lamb to eat!" ”

"Baa~"

The lamb also barks clearly.

A poplar leaf falls in the wind.

The girl has started to pick up knives.

Sanhua Niangniang seemed to have no feelings, and before the lamb could scream a second time, she was carried to the lake and became a dead soul under the water divider, and then bled and skinned, cleaned up the internal organs, and did it in one go.

The horses were a little farther away from her.

Then he walked back, dug a pit and made a fire, scooped flour out of the quilt bag, fetched water, rolled up his sleeves, and began to knead the dough in the basin.

Three-color clothes with a ball head, a small body, a delicate and white face, no matter how you look at it, she is a little girl, and her arms under the sleeves are also white and thin, but she is very skilled in kneading the dough, looking at her expression, it seems that she has been a master who has been cooking for many years.

After kneading the dough, cut the lamb and shallots.

Pickled, seasoned.

Wrap the lamb and shallots in the dough to form a round, flat flatbread.

Chef Sanhua is meticulous in making naan wrapped mutton.

At this time, the fire in the pit beside him was almost burning, and the sand was boiling hot, so he threw away the ashes, threw the bread with mutton into it, and threw back all the ashes and sand of the plants.

The residual warmth of the ash and sand slowly smothers it.

"Hoo ......"

Sanhua Niangniang breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head to look to the side, and walked towards the Taoist, I wanted to tell him to sleep first, and when he woke up, there was a naan bun mutton made by Sanhua Niangniang to eat, but she saw the Taoist sitting under the tree holding the crystal bottle to draw out the cold, and was practicing and feeling the spiritual rhyme, she thought for a while, and then walked back.

I didn't feel angry because I had been busy and the Taoist priest was lying next to me, but I felt that this was just right, and my heart was full of accomplishment.

There was nothing to do at this time, so I had to sit down and entertain myself.

Knives, sand and lake water were all fun.

The poplar forest was golden, the lake was illuminated by the sun, and the little girl sat on the shore and picked up stones and threw them into the lake, making waves and the water was full of fine pieces of silver.

It was a long time before she went to call the Taoist.

The naan is shaved out of the ashes and sand, the naan cake is baked just right, the surface is uneven, the recess is golden and convex is slightly burnt, the three flower girls seem to be not afraid of the heat, take it out and shoot off the ashes, because the production process is done properly, there is almost no sand left on it.

Finally, there was a click, and it was knocked open.

A wave of heat and aroma suddenly dispersed.

The shallots and lamb were completely simmered, as if they had been stewed in a naan, smothered with juice, and all locked inside the naan – until they were cracked, looking at the hard naan shell, you would never have imagined it to be so juicy inside.

The girl first twisted a piece and tasted it.

Hack and squint.

It's a taste that people will love.

"Let's eat!"

Sanhua Niangniang said to the Taoist priest.

"It's hard work Sanhua Niangniang." The Taoist sat on the sand next to him, but asked, "Sanhua Niangniang didn't secretly put rat meat in it, right?" ”

“！”

The girl was stunned, but she was shocked.

"yes......"

"Thank you Sanhua Niangniang, then I'll go."

The Taoist picked up the chopsticks, stretched them out to the mutton in the naan, and put them in his mouth.

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious."

Sanhua Niangniang learned the craft from Greentown, and also fused it with Yucheng's roasted Biluo, and also adjusted it herself, incorporating the more subtle spice blending skills she learned from Song You - now the sky is gradually getting darker, and there is really nothing to find fault with in this desert to be able to eat such a meal.

"It's only been a few years, and Sanhua Niangniang's accomplishments in cooking are almost surpassing me, and in time, won't you want to leave me behind?"

“！”

The girl's expression froze.

"That's it, Sanhua Niangniang will cook less in the future, so as not to overtake me in advance because of too much practice."

“！！”

The girl's expression froze again.

When night falls, the desert is full of stars.

The light of the fire reflected in the girl's eyes, which was particularly firm.

The horses next to them had already rested in the sand, and there were many insects and swallows on the desert lake, and they were standing on the trees and staring down at them, silently listening to their conversations.

"I'm full."

The Taoist wiped his mouth, picked up the crystal bottle and said to the little girl: "Take this Sanhua Niangniang and put it in the brocade bag." ”

"Don't you use it?"

"In the past few days, what should have been realized has been almost realized, and there will be no other progress in the short term. Rather than empty the cold, it's better to keep it. The Taoist smiled at her, "Although this bottle can hold the cold air of the sacred mountain, it will also leak out a little very slowly, Sanhua Niangniang put it into the brocade bag, and the brocade bag will always be cool, so a lot of food can be put into the brocade bag, which can not be easily broken like winter." ”

"Hmm!"

The little girl took it.

In addition to the convenience of making naan wrapped mutton, there is also an advantage that naan is both a staple food and a container for meat, and there is no need to wash dishes after eating, which is very convenient.

The Taoist went to the lake to wash up a little, and then walked back to the fire.

With the help of the fire, open "Jisheng of the Earth".

"Whoa......

Sanhua Niangniang turned back to her original form, crawled up to him, also leaned over to the yellowed book, and asked, "Where will we go after that?" ”

"Only Xingzhou and Yunzhou are left."

"Xingzhou and Yunzhou ......"

The cat repeated, its gaze downward.

Without the help of the Taoist, she found the two places on the map, Xingzhou and Yunzhou, by herself.

There is also a Yizhou in the middle.

It seems familiar......

Ah yes! Sanhua Niangniang is a Yizhou cat!

Thinking so, Sanhua Cat moved her eyes to the rest of this simple map, looked at them all, and was surprised to find that-

Most of the places on this map are familiar to me, as if they have already been walked.

Only Xingzhou and Yunzhou remain.

The cat's eyes widened in a daze, and suddenly there was a wonderful feeling, but I didn't know how to describe it.

I often hear people say that Dayan is very big, Dayan Dayan, it seems that it should be big, but in such a big place, have you walked through it all over again?

"We went out of the Western Regions from Xingzhou, then walked back to Yizhou from Xingzhou, and finally passed through Yizhou and arrived in Yunzhou, and I heard that the last Lingyun was there." The gentle voice of the Taoist sounded, mixed with the slight crackling sound of burning firewood from the fire, "After traveling to Yunzhou, we have been to every state of Dayan once." ”

"Yizhou ......"

The cat was just staring at the map, muttering quietly, her eyes flickering, not knowing what she was thinking.

Maybe her mind was flooded with old memories too.

Tonight I slept in the desert, under the poplar trees.

The Taoist did not leave in a hurry, but stayed here for a few more days, but did not stay in the same place all the time, but walked along the lake and in the poplar forest every day, changing places to watch the autumn scenery of the desert, until the poplar forest turned from golden to bare, and then left.

A man and a horse, a cat and a swallow, walked into the desert.

"When we first went out of Yizhou, if we went straight south, we would go to Yunzhou first, and we could go from Yunzhou to Xuzhou." The Taoist left a series of footprints in the desert, and said as he walked, "Sanhua Niangniang, do you know why I want to go east first, without going through Yunzhou?" ”

"Sanhua Niangniang doesn't know ......"

"Because I thought at the time, if I go to Yunzhou again in the future, I can go back to Yizhou again in the middle."

"Then you can go back now!"

"yes......"

The Taoist nodded, but he was full of emotion.

Walking forward with a cane, his footsteps did not stop.

This way is another 10,000-mile road.

From autumn to winter, from winter to spring.

The dry land turns green, the wind and snow blow the clouds, I don't know how many mountains I have crossed, how many lakes I have passed, the climate has changed repeatedly, and the scenery has changed again and again.

This year is really boring, most of the time in the journey is a simple rush, walking through thousands of mountains and rivers, opening eyes are full of scenery, closing eyes full of memories, no other clutter is full of them, everything is turned into a part of life experience and self-cultivation.

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