Chapter 43: A Dull Day (1)

Jiang Haochen saw that Huangpu Yi was not repeated, so he went back to his room sleepily and fell asleep......

The next day, just after dawn, the pale blue sky was still studded with a few sparse remnant stars, and the smoke of the diligent people's morning cooking rose from the ridge of the roof. Perhaps because of the wind, the smoke rose straight up as it left the roof, and as it rose and rose it diagonally to one side at will, and gradually, it turned into a faint wisp of lightness, and finally disappeared into the air high above the treetops.

Later, the chickens and dogs in the village jumped, the women cleaned up at home, the men went to work in the fields, and the old people chatted under the big trees in groups.

As soon as Jiang Jiujiu locked the door, he heard Aunt Liu's voice behind him. "September, where are you going?"

Jiang Jiujiu turned to look at Aunt Liu and said, "I plan to go into the mountains to live for a few days, so I can hunt more prey to sell." ”

"Oh......" Before Aunt Liu could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the voice of a woman behind her, "Mother, pack up, we can go." ”

Jiang Jiujiu looked down, it turned out to be Bai Lu, the eldest daughter of Aunt Liu's family, and Jiang Jiujiu politely called "Sister Bai Lu." ”

"It turned out to be Sister September, who are you?" Bai Lu looked at Jiang Jiujiu and asked.

"I'm going to go to the mountains." Jiang Jiujiu said, then looked at the things they packed and asked, "Are you preparing to move?" ”

"Yes! Isn't this a war, Rokuro is going to move to a safe town, and I'll come back to pick up my mother and them together. Don't say it, we're going to go first, Sister September, take care. Bai Lu looked at Jiang Jiu and said.

"Then take care in September, and we'll go first." Aunt Liu took Jiang Jiujiu's hand and said.

"Aunt Liu, take care, I'll go first." After Jiang Jiujiu finished speaking to Aunt Liu, he turned around and left.

The valley on the other side......

Huang Puyi slowly opened his eyes, looked at the wooden roof and was stunned before coming back to his senses. Remembering that he had been rescued, Huang Puyi turned his eyes around and looked at the room, with tassels on top of his head, swaying gently in the wind, and the window was made of paper paste, and the green outside the window could be faintly seen. I moved uncomfortably, but found that under me was a slightly hard wooden bed, and on my body was a pale green quilt, turning sideways, an ancient woman's boudoir came into view, a bookshelf stood in the corner, and a copper mirror was placed on a wooden dresser, and the room was so fresh and leisurely.

As soon as he wanted to get up, he found that his legs couldn't move, so Huang Puyi had to use the only intact hand to get up and lean against the head of the bed, sitting there quietly, thinking about things.

Jiang Haochen, who was busy until he fell asleep in the middle of the night, also woke up, and after getting dressed, he went to the room where Huang Puyi was, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Huang Puyi leaning against the head of the bed, his eyes looking in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was thinking about things.

"It's you!" Huang Puyi heard the sound of the door opening and looked up, and saw Jiang Haochen who appeared at the door, with a faint sense of loss in his tone that even he didn't notice.

"Well, are you okay?" Jiang Haochen answered and asked rhetorically.

"Much better, it's just ...... Just want to go to the toilet...... Can you ......" Huang Puyi said a little stiffly and embarrassed.

"Well, just wait for me." Jiang Haochen said, walked into the house, took out a new night pot from the corner under the wooden bed, and said: "This is prepared by the eldest sister, saying that it is for you, if you want to use this, you can use this when you go to the toilet!" I'll just wait and pour. ”

After Jiang Haochen finished speaking, he left the room, got out of the tree house, and walked into the grass shed on the side to cook.

Cooking the rice in the pot, Jiang Haochen went to the tree house with a plate of fruit cakes, then took the night pot out, and said to Huangpu Yi before going out, "The rice will wait for a while, Brother Huangpu will eat some fruit cakes when he is hungry." ”

Huang Puyi looked at Jiang Haochen's back and wanted to say thank you, but he opened his mouth and didn't say thank you. He has barely said thank you to others when he is so big, and he can't say two simple words now.

Jiang Haochen got out of the tree house, and the kitchen was busy, and soon the rice was ready, wisps of rice fragrance kept wafting out, and after staying with Jiang Jiu for a long time, Jiang Haochen's cooking skills have also greatly improved.

After the meal was finished, Jiang Haochen took the meal up the stairs to the tree house, and Huang Puyi quietly watched Jiang Haochen set up the meal in an orderly manner and then pulled the table to the side of the bed. "Brother Huangpu, it's time to eat."

"Hmm!" Huang Puyi replied lightly and ate silently.

"This meal is made by me, it's not as delicious as the eldest sister's cooking, don't dislike it from Brother Huangpu." Jiang Haochen said embarrassedly.

"......" Huang Puyi was silent and continued to eat.

"Brother Huangpu, why do you only eat, eat some pickles!" Jiang Haochen pushed the pickles towards the door of the Huangpu Wing, and then put some in the bowl for him.

"......" Huang Puyi looked at the pickles in the bowl and was stunned for a moment, and continued to eat silently.

As soon as I took a bite, I found that this red and white pickle is a very ordinary cabbage, this spicy cabbage is sweet and sour, fresh and refreshing, sour and spicy, it is very appetite-boosting, it is a taste that has never been eaten before. After Huang Puyi finished eating the pickles that Jiang Haochen sandwiched, he couldn't help but take a few bites.

"Hehe, my eldest sister makes it delicious!" Jiang Haochen looked at Huang Puyi and couldn't help but take a few more bites, then smiled happily and said with a show off, as if he did it.