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Chapter 17 Dignity of Living Beings

"Do you feel familiar?"

Yun Lang smiled bitterly, and pulled out a withered wild panax notoginseng, and took off the still full rhizome: "Did you come out of that day?"

Dazai smiled and said, "There was a thunder explosion in the sunny day, just above the old man's head. After the explosion, you fell off the air. If the old man kicked you in shock, you would have fallen on the stone Fell to death. "

Yun Lang looked at the soft ground covered with weeds, then look at the rocky mountain pass, and took a sigh of relief: "Luck."

"Therefore, you must treat your husband better ... what are you digging for?"

"A great product for improving blood circulation and blood circulation."

Yun Lang confirmed that he was still alive, and began to dig wild Sanqi. The small shovel was very easy to use, and soon a large pile was dug.

After working, Yun Lang found Dazai sitting on the top of the mountain and looking down at the tomb of Shihuang.

Almost all his attention was on this mausoleum, and the rest of his attention will be on Yun Lang's body. As for the rest, he basically does not care.

Yun Lang always felt that this guy was dead. Even if he didn't die, his soul was put into the mausoleum by the first emperor.

Dazai doesn't seem to have any expectations of being alive.

Only the food can call the dead back!

In early spring, the first delicious plant that appeared above the ground was wild leek!

There is only a little green star on the ground. If you dig down with a shovel, a thick rhizome will be dug out. The rhizome is light yellow, like a leek.

Dumplings with chives and pork dumplings have always been Yunlang's favorites. Dazai's current picture is dead. Non-leeks and pork dumplings with dumplings cannot save his life.

It's a pity that this thing is really too little. Yunlang dug all morning and there was only one hand, not enough to eat alone.

"What are you digging?"

"delicious."

Dazai looked at the leaf leek root in Yun Lang's hand and pointed to a small Xiangyang ramp: "There are more of these things."

Yun Lang was overjoyed, and the wild leek in his hand smiled and said: "Don't look at him humble, after you eat it, you will find that there are many more important things in the world than the first emperor's mausoleum."

Dazai said with a smile: "Are you not interested in the tomb?"

Yun Lang smiled and said, "Originally there is. After last night, there was no interest. There is a world of dead people. I am a living person. I must have the dignity of a living person.

Even if the emperor's tomb is full of gold, if every piece of gold has a soul of injustice attached to it, I think it's better not to touch it.

Say it again, do you think I will be short of money in the future? "

The wrinkles on Dazai's face were as bright as chrysanthemums. He picked up the shovel and placed it on the ground, saying: "Let's dig together. At night, you can taste the peerless cuisine that is more important than the tomb."

Yun Lang laughed and ran to Xiangyangpo first, Dazai also laughed, and several longitudinal jumps took the lead over Yun Lang.

Children who grew up in orphanages except for those who are mentally ill, which of the remaining ones caught the helm to please the masters of adults.

Other children please adults to ask for something. This is the child's ability to survive in an orphanage.

Especially Yunlun, a man who is known as the king of the orphanage, put this skill to the fullest.

Showed the tiger a small wild boar skin and told him that a small wild boar is needed for dinner. After getting a sausage, the tiger happily got into the forest.

Has been vigorously on the sunny slope, and countless pale green or yellowish plants have emerged. From afar, it looks like a spring. It will only be found after approaching that it is still a land dominated by the cold winter.

Here are not only wild leeks, but also dandelions that have just sprouted, bitter vegetables, and wild celery, which are rare treasures for Yunlang.

It is luck to dig out spring bamboo shoots in the mixed wood forest. A dozen or so bamboos are not growing well. The largest of them are all broken and broken. It should be a bad thing in the heavy snow in winter.

Dazai rarely took his gaze from the tomb of Shi Huang and paid attention to the life under him, so he had a great time playing.

Walked into the forest, it meant safety. The old man came back with a half-sized wild boar, but unfortunately he didn't bite him. Yunlang had to be tied with a rope and dragged along.

When the pig slaughtered the pig, the doe was terrified, because the pig called loudly.

The belly of the doe was bulging, Yun Lang couldn't bear to let a pregnant woman suffer, so he closed it into the house.

Dazai will not kill pigs. Therefore, in addition to the liver and heart of the pig, the messy pig offal had to be discarded with regret.

Yunlang cut the best part of the pig body, the tender tenderloin with a little fat is the best material for dumplings.

The most precious thing in the family is a small bag of wheat noodles. After Dazai brought a small grinding stone, Yun Lang trimmed the pattern of the stone mill and grinded it a little bit by hand.

In this era, it was very difficult to eat a little pasta. The Qin people did not like the taste of bran. They believed that wheat was the most unpalatable food. So in Daqin, the people who grow millet and millet sorghum are the real mainstream.

Pork is chopped into small diced meat, and wild leek does not have to be minced completely. Yunlang hates any mushy food that makes him difficult to recognize.

Dazai was rarely interested today, so he stood next to Yun Lang to watch him roll dough and watch him make dumplings.

By the way, help Yun Lang take care of the bamboo shoot rib soup cooked in the gray pot.

The dumplings are off the pot. The tool for cooking dumplings is a not-so-small bronze tripod, which is set on a charcoal fire and boiled a pot of water for a long time.

However, when the white and fat dumplings float on the water and are beaten by Yun Lang with a shovel, even if it is indifferent like Dazai, it also shows the look of hope.

There is no vinegar. Although the wine here is not much different from vinegar, Yunlang still does not want to use it. One garlic per person is enough.

The first spring stubble is very delicious, plus the small pork with no fishy taste, there is no need to add other condiments except for salt, bite down, the juice is splashing, the fragrance is full, life is The meaning is perfectly interpreted in an instant.

Depressed and sad people obviously can't be killed by a plate of dumplings, so Dazai ate three plates at a stretch. The old Qin people's plates and bowls were surprisingly large. Although Yunlang had been greedy for a long time, he just ate it. It ’s just a plate.

Dazao covered her stomach, regretfully pointed to the bamboo shoots rib soup that had just been cooked: "The taste is just right."

Yunlang fished out two bowls of pork rib soup and handed Dazai a bowl: "Yeah, you are full. You are really full."

For thousands of years, Yun Lang believes that the most useful thing in the history of China is the history of gourmet evolution.

Only this thing is in line with everyone's taste of appreciation. As for the history of the rise and fall of the princes, it has little to do with the people.

Anyone who is determined to become a politician, whether he is beheaded, divided into five horses, and even copying the genocide are the consequences they should reap.

No one pays no price after having a lavish and eager enjoyment.

Therefore, if the tragic or cruel events in history are not involved with the common people, Yun Lang can face it calmly.

So, anyone who sympathizes with Dazai is a fool. He will take a knife and pierce your belly while you sympathize with him.

This is a kind of person who does n’t want others to have mercy even if the five horses are divided into corpses, or that they hate them the most.

The spring from Guanzhong was violent and rapid. Yesterday was a cold and trembling winter. The next day, after a day in the sun, it immediately became windy and beautiful.

During this time, Yun Lang followed Dazai down the mountain six times. Every time it seemed thrilling, but nothing happened.

One of these times, Dazai saw two hunters who had placed orders, and wanted to make a surprise attack. He only gave up the idea when he saw a nervous face.

Yun Lang is good, but he is unwilling to live alone in the Guardian Barracks, no matter how Dazai intimidates and lures him.

Lives with so many dead people, Yun Lang will also regard himself as a dead person.

I was unable to wear a jacket. Yun Lang put on a light spring shirt. He had a half-foot long hair braided by a pigtail with red lips and white teeth. No matter who looked, he would think it was a rich kid.

Of course, he is a declining wealthy child, mainly because his spring shirt material is luxurious, but very old.

Such clothes are not suitable for running in the mountain forest, and even less suitable for running against tigers.

The reason why is dressed like this is simply because the Qingming Festival has arrived.

The old Qin people were originally the Ching Ming Festival because the festival is a festival of Han Zhaowei and three countries.

Is a festival set by Jin Wengong to commemorate the hero's introduction, and has nothing to do with the old Qin people.

The reason why Dazai must wear Yunlang like this is because only in these three days, the people who have ancestral tombs here are allowed to commemorate in Shanglinyuan.

Only these three days, there was no Yulin Lang and Hunter in Shanglinyuan.

Travel at sunrise, UU reading books www.uukaanshu.com only sunset, after the Qingming Festival, here will become murderous again.

This day is also the time when the savages come out to trade salt, and is their only chance to escape from Shanglinyuan.

God has good virtue, the Royal is like this, chasing you for 362 days, and then giving you three days to breathe.

Yun Lang felt that this was not a royal grace at all, but a very sinister scheme.

It ’s like a rabbit keeper who does n’t know how many rabbits he has, so he spreads a lot of food on the ground, so that all rabbits are sent out, so that the rabbit keeper can make a reasonable slaughter plan.

Watching Dazai help him to bring a sword, Yun Lang smiled and said: "Is this suitable?"

Dazai was drunk and looked at Yun Lang, saying: "Princess Daqin hasn't appeared for many years, and I don't know if the world has forgotten."

Yun Lang saw that he was packing up, so he prepared his backpack on his back and left.

The doe naturally followed, and the tiger wanted to go, but was kicked by Dazai to the back of the door. He could only stretch out his claws and grievously scratch the wall.

"Go check it out, go to Yichun Palace, and all the notices from Han Dynasty will be posted there.

I am very worried that they will be stationed in more Yulin this year. "

"They wouldn't say this kind of thing in advance, and would they advertise it?"

Dazai shook his head and said: "You don't know, the life of the emperor Han is not easy, he has a queen mother above him, and there are relatives and old ministers below. He can't do everything.

Yulin is his expectation. The purpose of opening Shanglinyuan is Yulin. This year is the ninth year.

The wings should be full, it's time to train Yu Linlang on a large scale. "