Chapter 111: The final farewell

Uncle Moyun woke up very early today, and as soon as the sky was bright, he groped his way to get dressed in the dim light outside. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The top on his leg was not serious, and after taking the medicine given by Mo Qing, it was all fine.

Pulling the door open from the house that had just been built, he had just stretched his waist when he sniffed several times in quick succession.

"Whose cooking is this, why is it so fragrant?"

I scooped out two scoops of water from the tank, washed my face, and couldn't help but suck my nose twice.

"Why is the smell familiar?" Uncle Moyun muttered quietly, and then raised his legs and walked towards Uncle Molun's house to the east.

The courtyard of Uncle Molun's house has been built by the village chief of Mozhan and Uncle Moqian in the past few days.

Speaking of which, Uncle Mo Yun is the most worried, he is the first to go there every day, and he is the latest to leave.

The old brother said he was leaving, leaving only a half-grown child, how can this make people feel at ease.

My home is close, I can do more if I can, and get the house done as soon as possible, and Mo Qing's kid will feel better when he comes back.

This is Uncle Moyun's truest thoughts.

For this reason, this old man who is over half a hundred years old, after experiencing great changes in his family, does not care about his own fatigue, and gets up early and works greedily at night.

Walking out of the door, the fragrance became even stronger, and Mo Yun didn't stop for a moment while thinking about whose food was so good.

As soon as I turned around the corner of the house, I saw that Uncle Molun had not yet built a few piles of dark red coals in the yard.

"It's on fire?!" this was the first thought that rose in Uncle Moyun's heart, and his pace quickened.

If you burn the thatch used for the top, you'll be in trouble!

As soon as he had run two steps, he saw a dark figure move in the other side, and it seemed that a sitting person had risen from the ground.

As soon as some surprise rose in my heart, before I could ask who it was, I heard a familiar voice coming.

"Uncle Moyun, you still get up so early. ”

As the voice sounded, the black shadow quickly greeted Uncle Moyun, and only then could he see the man's face clearly by the faint light of the fire and the gradually brightening sky.

It's Mo Qing.

"Little rabbit, when did you come back, why didn't you go to my house. ”

Hearing Mo Qing's voice, Uncle Mo Yun's heart couldn't help but be happy, and his running pace slowed down, and he looked Mo Qing who came to him up and down, and said loudly.

"I came back last night in the middle of the night, so I didn't bother you, and now it's summer, and besides, the house has been cleaned up and there is a place to live. ”

Mo Qing smiled and talked to Uncle Mo Yun as he walked towards the courtyard with him.

"I said that whoever cooks so early in the morning is still so fragrant, it turns out to be you kid. ”

As he spoke, Uncle Moyun's footsteps couldn't help but quicken, and he came to the courtyard in three or two steps.

The miscellaneous items in the courtyard had been moved aside, and ten shelves had been erected on the wide field in the middle, each wearing a whole thing, which looked like a wolf or something.

From time to time, the yellow grease slipped on the dark red charcoal fire below, making a pleasant 'stabbing' sound.

On the surface that has become a little browned, there are some finely chopped seasonings. The rich fragrance wafts away from above.

Uncle Mo Yun's stomach couldn't help ringing, his work has been heavy these days, plus he was originally the kind of person who could eat when he opened his eyes, and when he saw so much delicious food in front of him, he would be able to bear it.

Glancing at the roasted things, he walked to the left shelf and reached out to rip off a sheep's hind leg.

The technique is clean and neat, and there is no mud and water.

I blew two breaths indiscriminately, and when I opened my mouth, I bit off a large piece of meat, and I was reluctant to spit it out when I was hot.

After eating this bite of meat, he said to Mo Qing, who was flipping other barbecue racks on the side: "Not bad, my skills have improved a lot, Lao Tzu has been hunting all my life, and I have eaten countless barbecues, but this taste has not surpassed yours." ”

Uncle Mo Yun is telling the truth, Mo Qing learned a good cooking skill for the old man in his last life, which is indeed not comparable to the people of Mo Village, although he has taught him hand in hand, but what is made with the same material is not as good as Mo Qing's taste.

Mo Qing flipped through the shelves on the side, and walked to the two cauldrons next to him to stir two large pots of broth, and when he heard Uncle Mo Yun's words, he couldn't help but smile.

"Then you should eat more today. ”

Uncle Mo Yun stood in front of a huge soup pot, watching Mo Qing busy while dealing with the leg of mutton in his hand, and the meat on it disappeared a lot after a while.

"Well, the soup is good, too. Today this is a blessing, after a while, let your aunt bring the bowl over, I will go to tell the big guy, don't let you cook, come and eat, otherwise so many things will be wasted. ”

After talking to Mo Qing for a while, seeing that the sky was already bright, Uncle Mo Yun left.

Originally, this was what Mo Qing was going to do, but Uncle Mo Yun didn't allow him to go, saying that he just had to get these food waiters ready, and he didn't let him worry about other things.

The people in the mountains are all busy people, and they don't have the habit of sleeping lazy at all, not long after Uncle Moyun left, there were villagers who came over one after another, with wooden forks, shovels and other tools in their hands.

While greeting them and talking, Mo Qing took down the roasted wolf sheep and put it on the kitchen table to quickly break it down with a knife.

They are all from the same village, and no one will be polite, so they took the cut meat from the table as they spoke, and ate it, and did not forget to praise Mo Qing's cooking skills a few times while eating.

Next to the two steaming cauldrons were large stacks of coarse porcelain bowls, and inside the pots was a long-handled soup spoon with some spices next to it.

There was no one to serve, and whoever wanted to drink it went over and picked up the bowl and served it himself.

The stool is not enough to sit on, this is not a problem at all, they are all mountain people, who can be so exquisite, squatting on the ground with a big bowl and solving all things. This is how some people eat at home, and they feel uncomfortable sitting and eating.

The small Mo Village became lively, and all the more than 100 people in the village gathered at Uncle Mo Lun's house to enjoy the breakfast made by Mo Qing.

Originally, some men didn't want their families to come, but when they came here, they saw so much food, what else to say, and brought their mother-in-law and children when they went home.

Not everyone likes to eat mutton as much as Uncle Mo Yun, when people found out that there was a leopard over there, their emotions immediately rose, and the iron-headed people had their stomachs full, and they ate a few pieces of leopard meat in a daze.

After a short while, this poor thing was left with only a skeleton.

This meal must be invited, not to mention how much the people in the village took care of their family when the disaster occurred, even if they didn't, they couldn't do without it.

When a family member dies, it is a rule to cook a good meal to entertain the villagers, and it is also a proper duty.

Although Mo Qing was in a hurry and did it a little shabby, this was just an appetizer, and the real thing was tonight.

When the sun rose a rod high, this village-wide feast was over, and the people still couldn't finish the food prepared by Mo Qing, there was still a whole sheep and a whole wolf left, and most of the soup was left.

It was not okay to eat these things without eating them, so Mo Qing dismembered them with three blows and two blows, and asked the children and women of each family to take them home.

The pots and pans had not yet been cleaned up by the women who had been left behind to help, and some of the anxious men over there had already started the work of building the house with a shout.

As soon as Mo Qing was about to intervene, he was chased away by the village chief of Mo Zhan, saying that he was a half-sized boy and what he wanted to do.

After staying for a while, seeing that he couldn't intervene, Mo Qing left.

didn't go anywhere else, but ran all the way to Mozhen.

Mozhen's people who are doing vegetable and fruit trading today can be regarded as making a profit, and a big customer has come, asking for everything, not to mention the price, especially the watermelon seller, who was suddenly bought more than 1,000 catties.

The Li family's best wine, Pear Blossom Bai, was also bought in three jars, each of which weighed fifty catties!

Before noon, Mo Qing came back, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the thatch on the roof had been repaired, and it was smooth and neat, which was very beautiful.

Uncle Moyun and Uncle Moqian were not very satisfied, they stood on the shelf and looked carefully, and when they saw that it was not very good, they patted it with the wooden fork in their hands a few times to repair it.

The rest of the people were not idle, and were digging trenches along the foundation of the original courtyard wall, apparently with the intention of building the courtyard wall in one go.

It wasn't until Mo Qing beckoned everyone to rest and come down to eat some melons to relieve the heat that people found a large pile of watermelons piled up in the shaded area north of the house, and there was a large wine urn next to it.

It is definitely a pleasant thing to be able to eat watermelon in the summer, but some of the fields opened up near Mocun do not produce these things, so the Venerable Master rarely eats watermelon.

At this time, seeing that Mo Qing had brought back so much, he could still bear it, so he put down the tools in his hand and washed his hands, and the fast ones had already broken open one and hugged and ate it.

As for how Mo Qing got these things back, they were not curious at all, because they had long known that Mo Qing had a bag that could hold a lot of things.

"Heh!

After opening the wine urn over there, after smelling the aroma of wine, I couldn't help but scream.

Uncle Moyun, a few confidants in the wine country, was not too hot, washed his face, scooped up the wine with a bowl and drank it aside.

Mo Qing laughed with them for a few words, and then sent watermelons door to door, which was a rare thing, so everyone had to eat some.

At the same time, it is also good to ask the women in the village to come to Uncle Moyun's house to help, after all, the lunch and evening meals are not something he can complete alone.

When the half moon rises in the east, the villagers usher in the happiest moment after a busy day.

The cool breeze in the evening blows wantonly, dissipating the unbearable heat of the day, and in such a moonlit night, it is a pleasant thing to gather in the courtyard to eat by the moonlight.

The tables, chairs and benches of each family were used, and the courtyards of Uncle Moyun's house and Uncle Molun's house were full of people, the aroma of wine, meat, and food came to the nostrils, and the sound of laughter and laughter came from afar. It seems that he is making a final farewell to Uncle Molun and Aunt Li......