The Sweet Little Fulang

Deeper in the forest, Shen Xuanqing also found a place to eat dry food. He took out a cloth bag from the basket. The noodles were cold, but his heart was warm.

He remembered Lu Gu, but his husband was not around, so he had to give up, and even the smile in his eyes was replaced by sadness. He sat down without much expression on his face, and ate the white cake after drinking water.

Before he knew it, he thought of Lu Gu again. His little husband was good-natured and diligent. He even wanted to make it for him when he heard other people eat Hongqiao. He looked good when he smiled, but he was too thin.

That day at Butcher Zhao's house, he saw Lu Gu hugging the child, which reminded him to this day. Wang Langzhong also talked about childbirth. Now that he was quiet, he thought about it a lot. The first thing was to make more money. , If you have white flour, new rice and meat to eat, you can raise and fatten Lu Gu, otherwise, when it comes to giving birth, if you are too thin, you will suffer.

Besides, it is not necessary to have money to raise a child. The poor can also have a child in the countryside, but the child is as thin as a monkey. He either runs around all day or works early to work for others. Without a book, he can’t read a big character , to suffer more than the children of ordinary farm families.

He has studied and often goes to the town, and he has seen more people and things. Now that he thinks about giving birth, he naturally does not want his children to suffer and suffer for others to herd cattle and work, whether boys or girls or Shuanger, it's best to be able to study, at least you won't have to suffer from illiterate in the future.

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Shen Xuanqing was thinking about what Lu Gu didn't know. After he finished eating, he continued to look for it along the stream, and walked back after more than an hour.

It was just after the middle of the afternoon, and it was still too early for the sun to set, so he was walking back because he was afraid of the mountains and forests after dark. If you want to go back, you must first find the way you came from, and it takes a little more effort, so naturally you have to leave early.

Under the bamboo baskets are seventy or eighty little crabs with purple belly, and green snails wrapped in large leaves. There are several large bags, at least two hundred. It took him most of the day, and it took him a long time since the sun rose in the morning. At this point, it's also a shame that there are not many people here, otherwise it would not have happened in a day.

On the belly purple and green snails are water celery and sweet buns with both red and yellow. The tender green water celery is neatly lined up. He picked half of the baskets. Because the bamboo baskets are big, these are quite a lot, and you can eat them for a while.

At the end, when he found his way back, Lu Gu also saw a few edible fungi by the roadside, and he picked them up. In the deep mountains with many things, as long as he knew what to eat, he would not starve to death.

As he walked, he saw a fallen tree in the distance, so he took a stick to probe the grass, and when he saw that there were no snakes and ants, he turned in, and the ash didn't bark, thinking that there was nothing hidden in it.

The last time he came here, he found that the tree had fallen, it should have been a long time, but because he was in a hurry to go back because he picked mushrooms last time, he didn't go to see it.

This tree has been down for a while, and it's all rotten. Just as Lu Gu thought, there are several clusters of black fungus growing on it. This thing does not only grow on rotten wood, but can also be seen on trees sometimes. The long bamboo pole is hooked down.

There are not many black fungus, and he only eats them a few times when they are all picked and dried, but he didn't miss them. Isn't these things just accumulated little by little?

The fungus and black fungus were placed on top of the cress. Seeing that there was nothing to pick here, Lu Gu walked back to the road just now. After a while, he would come back to see, maybe the fungus would grow again.

The sky is blue and far away, and the mountain breeze is warm. It is really cool in autumn. After getting so many things, Lu Gu is in a better mood, and his eyes are full of joy.

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Shen Xuanqing gave him the yard key before leaving in the morning. As soon as Lu Gu came back and opened the door, he ran to the backyard to see the chickens and ducklings. He was relieved when he saw that everything was fine, and he soaked some rice bran and bran to eat. Knowing that they were grazing, he went outside and picked up young grass and came back to chop it up. If he was busy at the moment, he would have to go to the river to dig earthworms, and both chickens and ducks would eat them, and they would eat long meat.

After finishing this, he cleaned up the things in the bamboo basket. The sweet buns were red and yellow. The red ones were too ripe and the skins would easily break when bumped and bumped on the road, so he also picked the thick-skinned yellow fruits and ate them today. No, it can be eaten after a few days of ripening. I picked a lot. Since I know where there is a sweet bun tree, I will go back and go down the mountain again, and I will also bring some to Shen Yan and the others.

A lot of cress was taken out, the bamboo plaques were piled up in a pile, and there were several packs of thin-shelled green snails. There were only one layer of leaves. They were smashed by the crab claws, and some green snails were exposed. He put them into the wooden basin. I poured water and a few drops of oil, poured all the green snails into it, and raised them for a few days to spit out sand.

As for the purple belly crabs at the bottom, most of them were alive. He picked a dozen or so and washed them. He was going to fry a plate for Shen Xuanqing to try, and put the rest in a bucket. It also used a bamboo plaque to press the wood to prevent it from climbing out.

The newly picked black fungus could not be eaten, so he took out a bamboo plaque and put it on it to dry, and then soaked it to eat.

Bamboo Baskets Bamboo Plaques Bamboo Baskets He made some last time, but he felt that it was not enough after using it like this. No wonder there are so many bamboo plaques in the homes of people in the village who collect herbs and mountain goods for drying.

There are still some bamboo strips left over from the previous two days, so tomorrow he has to make up a few more when he is free.

The autumn vegetables grown in the front yard are no longer shriveled. I poured the water back every two days and they grew succulent. It happened to be fried with mushrooms, and then mixed with cress and belly purple. This meal is very good.

When Shen Xuanqing came back in the evening, Lu Gu had already cooked, the hot dishes and rice wine were stuffed in the pot, and they were still warm when they came out.

Shen Xuanqing washed his hands in front of the kitchen door, and when he saw Lu Gu brought out a bowl of fresh mountain crabs, he said with a smile, "There is such a thing, did you run away today?"

"Well, I went to touch the green snails and saw that there were some in the water, so I caught them, and some were in the bucket." Lu Gu replied in a low voice, because he had a lot of harvest today, he was really happy, and it was also a difference between Shen Xuanqing and Shen Xuanqing. Familiar with it a little, he hesitated and continued: "There are also sweet buns and cress. I have fished out the pickles. The jar is empty, so I will pickle sour cress instead."

As soon as Shen Xuanqing entered the door, he saw the washed cress on the bamboo plaque. Hearing this, he nodded and smiled, "Okay, I will listen to you."

For some reason, these words made Lu Gu feel a little unspeakable, as if he could decide some things, but he is very cautious and small, so how could he ask such a thing.

Because sweet buns are rare, when he put the bowl away and came back to the kitchen to get the steamed buns, he saw the washed red fruits, so he took two of them to the main room, handed them over with his head lowered, and whispered, "Here you are."

Seeing the fruit in his hand, Shen Xuanqing froze for a moment before taking it with a smile. Something melted in his heart and felt warm.

The cold water cress was fresh and tender, the fried crab was spicy and numb, and the mushrooms were fried with vegetables, and rice wine was served. Both of them were satisfied and refreshed.

It was getting dark, Shen Xuanqing was about to close the courtyard door after feeding the dogs, when the big Hui who was eating suddenly raised his head and barked outside for a while, and the two small dogs also barked. The sound was startling. After living here for so long, I have never heard a dog bark like that at night.

Fortunately, it wasn't a beast attacking, and the dog's barking wasn't very intense. A figure came out of the forest in front of the courtyard. Shen Xuanqing recognized it carefully. .

"Amitabha, Patron Shen, I went into the mountain to collect herbs, but I couldn't drive down the mountain at night, so I came to disturb your tranquility again, and I still look at Haihan." Huitong stood still in front of the courtyard and did not come in rashly.

Shen Xuanqing returned him a salute and said, "Master Huitong, fast forward."

"Thank you, Donor Shen." Only then did the monk Huitong come in.

Seeing that Shen Xuanqing was going to top the courtyard gate, he helped lift the thick tree trunk before the bamboo basket was unloaded, because he was a warrior monk before, and although he was not as tall as Shen Xuanqing, he still had some strength.

He turned around and saw Lu Gu, and after chanting the Buddha's name, he asked, "I don't know what the name of this donor is?"

"My husband, surnamed Lu is Lu Gu." Shen Xuanqing said with a smile.

"It was Lord Lu, who was disrespectful and disrespectful. The poor monk Huitong was a monk of Jingxin Temple." Huitong performed the Buddha salute again.

Lu Gu quickly folded his palms and whispered, "Master Huitong."

He had met the monk twice, but he had never spoken, so he was a little nervous.

Shen Xuanqing was familiar with Huitong. When the other party couldn't go up the mountain to collect medicine, he would come over to stay overnight. When he left, he would leave some medicinal materials. He opened his mouth and asked, "Have you eaten, master, there are vegetable dishes here, and the oil is also vegetable oil."

"So, thank you very much." With that, Huitong took out a bag of dry food from the bamboo basket he had unloaded. He didn't need to help, and went to the kitchen to boil water and hot dry food.

Shen Xuanqing grabbed a large handful of cress from the bamboo plaque and put it in. Huitong knows how to cook vegetables, so it is always good to run in the mountains all day to eat some hot dishes and hot meals.

Seeing that there were two bowls of red sweet buns on the chopping board, Lu Gu picked a lot, but Shen Xuanqing only brought a small bowl, and said before going out: "Master can eat this fruit."

"Thank you." Huitong, who was on fire, nodded and thanked him without being overly polite.

Lu Gu just drove the chickens and ducks in from the backyard, when Shen Xuanqing walked to the main room with the bowl of sweet buns, and said, "I let Master Huitong eat that bowl. If you want to eat it later, I'll go pick it with you, pick it up. Come back better."

This is what Lu Gu got back from the long journey. He was anxious to give him a taste as soon as he came back. How could he spoil this intention, and he had to tell him.

In the past, monk Huitong helped old hunters to see a doctor and gave them medicinal herbs, but he didn’t take any money. The same is true for seeing a poor person. It was enough to see that he had a good heart. After seeing something that a monk could eat, he let the other person eat it. .

"It's better, we can't finish it, let's just let it go." Lu Gu whispered, this sweet bun will go bad if left for a long time. The yellow astringent fruit can be eaten after two days of ripeness.

"Well." Shen Xuanqing smiled even more, he knew that his husband was a rare good husband in the world. In order to give Lu Gu more relief, he also talked about Huitong's treatment for the old hunter.

This time, Lu Gu felt that he should give people more food. How could such a good monk be stingy with such a thing.

It was getting dark, and there was another monk Huitong. Later, he had to make a bed in the East Room to rest at night, so Shen Xuanqing lit the oil lamp and took out the things in the bamboo basket by the light.

The stupid **** and rabbits that he hit have already been locked in the woodhouse cage, and there are chestnuts wrapped in large leaves in the bamboo basket, which he picked up when he passed by. Crispy, it will be more delicious when the sun comes out tomorrow.

Few people peeled food for Lu Gu, except his mother, who had a sweet chestnut in his palm. He raised his head cautiously and looked at Shen Xuanqing, who was peeling chestnuts with drooping eyebrows under the candlelight.