"I'm happy to keep so much." Liu Qingshan deliberately angered his father, "I can sell the charcoal I burn myself, and I don't want to sell it, and no one can care about it."

Bad boy!

Liu Yuanhe threw the pot with a bang: "I won't serve you anymore. You can cook your own rice, I'll go home to eat."

Anyway, it won't take long to walk back from his son's newly opened road. No matter how slow he walks, he will definitely get home even if he walks for twenty minutes. Why do you have to be the royal chef for this little brat who is on the sky here?

"Hey, dad, dad!" Liu Qingshan called out to his dad several times.

But Liu Yuanhe was determined to go back. No matter how his son shouted, he kept stopping.

"Dad, don't forget that you still owe me five hundred yuan. You lost when you made a road construction bet last time. If you don't cook for me, you will give me the money."

Money? What money? What is five hundred yuan? I didn’t hear it, I don’t know!

Liu Yuanhe accelerated his pace and slipped faster. In a short while, he could not see the shadow.

Alas. Liu Qingshan shook his head: "It's true. He promised that he would pay off his debts by cooking, but he broke his promise again."

"Qingshan, I'll go cook, you can rest here." Tan Dasha stood up and was about to cook.

"No, no, no." Liu Qingshan quickly stopped him, "You rest, I'll cook, you can put the charcoal into a snakeskin bag later to see how many packs it can hold."

"That's OK."

Liu Qingshan went to the edge of the puddle, picked up the aluminum pot that his father had thrown into a pit, and took a photo at the blue sky. He didn't see the light spot, so he didn't break it.

If the light leaks, I will probably only eat dirt at noon.

Wash the pot and wash the rice.

The aluminum pot contains rice and water, put it on the stove, and then put it in dry branches and leaves to make a fire.

After a while, the water boiled, and the rolling white smoke squeezed out from the gap in the lid of the pot and flew into the air.

Perhaps because of the high altitude, when cooking in the mountains, the boiling point of the water is very low and it is easy to boil.

However, it takes longer to cook a pot of rice than usual to stay at home.

In addition to rice, there are pork and vegetables for lunch.

Cut the pork into thin slices, marinate in soy sauce for a few minutes, wash the vegetables and cut them apart.

When the rice in the aluminum pot is dried up and about to mature, pour the pickled pork slices into it and spread evenly on the rice grains. Then pour in the vegetables, cover the lid, and simmer for a few minutes.

As the fire gradually shrank, the fire was extinguished, and the moment the lid was opened, a tempting aroma of food came to my nose.

"It smells so good." Tan Dasha couldn't help but sigh.

He was on a high place, after the white smoke evaporated, and when he arrived, he still had a charming fragrance.

"That's right, you don't even see who is the chef." Liu Qingshan grabbed the chopsticks and stirred the food so that the rice and the meat and vegetables evenly mixed together. In this way, the rice has a meaty aroma and the meat and vegetables have a rice aroma.

"Can you eat? I'm so hungry." Tan Dasha sniffed the sweetness of the air and had no intention of working.

"Haha, that's OK. Uncle Dasha, come and have a meal soon."

Rice is just the most common white rice in the house, and meat is just the most common fresh pork on the market. Even the little cabbage is just the most common little cabbage in the vegetable field.

But when these three things become one in this mountain forest, they become the most delicious thing on earth.

Green mountains, green water, fragrant food, and unstoppable mouths.

"Why do you always feel better than the food at home when eating in the mountains?" Tan Dasha asked.

Um......

Liu Qingshan thought for a while and replied, "That should be because your mother's cooking skills are not as good as mine."

Tan Dasha:...

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.

"A Qiu!" Old Mrs. Tan sneezes.

I don't know which bastard is talking bad about her behind her back again.

She walked back from the mountain with five or six kilograms of yam, and went straight to the village chief's house without even entering the door.

Every day at this time, the villagers would take the yam they had dug for a day to the village chief’s house and sell it.

At this moment, the village chief had already squeezed out more than a dozen people in his house, each carrying a bag of yam.

The more are twenty or thirty kilograms, and the less is just like her, only a few kilograms.

Everyone was joking, but when they saw her coming, the joke suddenly stopped.

Old Mrs. Tan didn't care about everyone's attitude, and walked to the village chief who was weighing the snakeskin bag and said, "Wenxing, can you help me weigh it first? I have to rush back to feed the chickens and ducks."

"Okay, okay, wait a minute, wait until I weigh this bag." The village chief smiled and looked at the snakeskin bag in Old Mrs. Tan's hand, and said, "Aunt, you seem to have more yams today than yesterday."

Old Mrs. Tan looked at the village chief and just smiled.

The village chief weighed a bag of yam on the scale, and quickly praised it to Old Mrs. Tan.

"Eight jin." The village chief looked at the black dots as big as sesame on the old scale pole, glanced at it, and quickly put the tiles down, then secretly moved the string and moved the rope from the position of seven pounds and six pounds to the position of eight pounds.

Then he put it in front of Mrs. Tan and signaled her to see.

Old Mrs. Tan said embarrassedly: "Wenxing, you know, I don't know how to look at scales."

"Hehe, I forgot." The village chief followed and smiled, counted the money and handed it to Old Lady Tan, "You can count it and see if it's right."

"If I could count, I wouldn't be so poor." Old Mrs. Tan took the money into her pocket and left.

Looking at the back of Mrs. Tan leaving, some of the more talkative women couldn't hold it in: "You said this old lady is really. She is so old. She goes into the mountains every day to dig yam, and she doesn't have to worry about falling one day without anyone seeing it in the mountains."

"That's right? I fell once a few days ago, and Qingshan carried her home."

"I haven't heard of this. However, when I reach her age, if my son doesn't give me food and clothing, I will lie in front of his house. I won't be able to go to the mountains at the age of age."

"Yes, I gave birth to two sons, one was unfilial and the other was stupid. I don't know what evil Mrs. Tan had committed in her previous life."

Listening to the fact that the women were not very nice, the village chief was a little angry: "You can say a few less words, can you please? This person hasn't gone far yet, you are just talking here. If you want me to say, you are a little bitchy, you may not be able to live to her age. Don't talk nonsense behind their backs."

As soon as the village chief spoke, several women instantly restrained.

Old Mrs. Tan couldn't help but sigh as she listened to the faint voices of her voice.

Although she didn't hear it very clearly, even if she thought with her toes, she could think that those words must not be good words. If they were good words, then she could say it in front of her, why wait until she left before saying it?

Alas, although her family is not rich, she asked herself that as long as others don’t bully her or steal her things, she has never bullied anyone, let alone doing anything that is unreasonable.

But even so, she is still an unlovable old lady.

I don’t know when the situation at home will improve a little. She doesn’t want others to look up to her or flatter her. She just doesn’t want to leave her “bad luck” to her descendants.

When I arrived at home, the dusk was shrouded in the small house.

The old man was not straight, but she saw that she had not come back so late, so she couldn't help but worry. She had already walked slowly to the door with her back bent.

Seeing Mrs. Tan, the old man smiled slightly and said in a gentle voice: "Why is it so late today? It's dark, and none of you are back."

"Didn't Dasha come back?" Old Mrs. Tan hurriedly took off the clouds on her face, smiled and walked up to support the old man, and said softly, "I dug eight kilograms of yam today, so I'm back a little late. I'll definitely come back early tomorrow so you won't worry."

"Haha, it's okay. I'll wait for you no matter how late you come back." The old man patted his slender arm holding his arm, and said slowly, "I've fed all the chickens and ducks, and the water is boiled. You go and take a shower first. Dasha should be back after a while."

"Have you washed it? Or you should wash it first, otherwise it will be too late. It will be cold. I will go and pour you the bath water first."

The old man grabbed Mrs. Tan and waved his hand: "I'm not in a hurry. I don't do much work. Just wipe it casually. You are sweating all over, so you have to take a shower quickly, otherwise it will be difficult for a cold. I'll pour you bath water and you go find clothes."

"That's OK." Old Mrs. Tan smiled, then let go of the old man's hand, entered the main hall, and headed towards the bedroom.

There are many kinds of definitions of happiness. Some people think that money is the first element that defines happiness, some people think it is health, and some people think it is beauty, but some people still believe that happiness is related to love even when they are in their seventies or eighties.

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Chapter completed!