bathroom?

Han Xiaoling was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the bamboo forest more than 20 meters away, and said shyly: "There is no toilet here, and it is usually solved in the forest."

There is no toilet... Yes, the toilet in my memory should have been built by myself after my grandfather returned.

He didn't have to think too much, and was anxious. Wang Mingyuan immediately walked quickly towards the bamboo forest.

"Hey... you'd better bring a stick!" Han Xiaoling reminded from behind.

When Wang Mingyuan heard this, his mouth couldn't help but twitch. It was convenient to enter the bamboo forest, and he also brought a stick. Will he wipe his butt? Will it be too rough?

He waved his hand: "No, I have paper!"

After finding a hidden place, Wang Mingyuan, who had just squatted down for a while, relaxed a little, soon realized something was wrong. Several black-haired pigs actually crawled into the bamboo forest with a groan and kept approaching him.

These black-haired pigs are native pig breeds. In the 21st century, the introduction of a large number of foreign breeds has made many native breeds almost extinct, and are not seen in the world. Even if there are, this pork is often several times higher than the meat of other pig breeds.

He was still thinking that if he could bring this pig breed back to 2023, he might be able to make a fortune by raising this kind of pig, and a few black-haired pigs were already greeting him under his butt. No matter how he drove him away, he would just stay away.

Wang Mingyuan suddenly understood the reason why Han Xiaoling asked him to bring a stick.

There was no way to deal with them, Wang Mingyuan could only end this very unpleasant convenience. He crawled out of the bamboo forest in shame and returned to the earthen house. He saw Han Xiaoling looking at him with a strange look on his face.

"If you want to laugh, just laugh, don't suffocate yourself." Wang Mingyuan rolled his eyes and glared at her.

"Hahaha……"

Han Xiaoling originally wanted to hold it back, but she couldn't help laughing. After a long time, she stopped: "Most of the piglets raised by the fellow villagers here are free-range. They are looking for food everywhere and are not afraid of people at all. Next time, remember to bring a stick and hit them a few times, and they dare not get close. All educated youths who come here have encountered it."

Wang Mingyuan muttered speechlessly: "I won't build a toilet!"

He walked along the path on the side of the house toward the stream, washed his face with the clear and cold stream water, and became much more awake.

Then I felt hungry again.

According to time, I haven't eaten for more than ten hours.

When Wang Mingyu returned, he asked, "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

"It's a meal... Yes, you wait, I'll make it for you now!"

After Han Xiaoling finished speaking, she opened another earthen house.

Wang Mingyuan followed in and found that in the room, apart from a simple table and a few bamboo stools, there were a shelf with wood beside the wall, with several jars and jars and a bamboo basket for storing dishes and chopsticks. There was also only one water tank, a pair of wooden barrels and three wooden basins, which were very simple.

Han Xiaoling made a fire in the middle of the house with a few stones, then carried a copper pot to scoop water from the water tank, and hung it on the hook hanging above the fire pond and burned it.

This hook can adjust the height and length through the iron chain above to control the amount of firepower the copper pot is subjected to.

In today's rural areas, every household has electricity and uses electrical equipment. These hooks, fire pits, etc. are hard to see.

"You have injuries, so I'll cook some batter for you to digest it."

After the water in the copper pot boiled, Han Xiaoling used a bowl to scoop some noodles out of a jar. Wang Mingyuan leaned over and glanced. The bowl was corn flour mixed with a lot of corn that was crushed and peeled off. It was very rough. I guess he didn't want to separate it with a sieve after crushing it.

If this is put in 2023, feeding pigs is not detailed enough.

Wang Mingyuan was a little troubled: Will you be able to speak later?

He moved a bamboo stool to look over and watched Han Xiaoling sprinkle noodles into the copper pot while stirring them with bamboo chopsticks. After half a bowl of noodles, it gradually became sticky, and then it became hot.

Although the batter was constantly stirred, even though Han Xiaoling hung the copper pot a little higher, it still bubbled, and the bubbles exploded one after another. What a good guy, the splashed batter fell on his hands, feet or face, which was so hot.

Unfortunately, Wang Mingyuan, who was hit one after another, had to move the stool farther back. He touched the parts of his hands and face that were burnt with hot soup, and felt a little bitter: What kind of evil did I have committed in my previous life?

After boiling for a while, Han Xiaoling put a large earthen bowl in a shallow bowl of paste with burnt smell and delivered it to her. Wang Mingyuan took it and before he started eating, his throat began to itch.

But, he is really hungry!

Seeing Han Xiaoling bringing a bowl and drinking it aside, it was so sweet that it was so sweet that Wang Mingyuan stirred the paste in the bowl, picked a ball and put it in his mouth, and tried to chew it, and his complexion changed: I won’t talk about the hot or burnt, the key is that the noodles wrapped inside were still raw at all.

He knew that at this time, all kinds of materials were quite scarce, especially food, which was very precious.

The rice, which is very ordinary in decades, is now only taken out for some food during festivals or when guests come. It is rare for Han Xiaoling to mix pure cornmeal without mixing anything else into it. Moreover, Han Xiaoling, considering his injury, she specially added some finely chopped brown sugar to his bowl.

If you vomit it, you will definitely be criticized!

Wang Mingyuan could only swallow it forcibly, and it felt like a handful of sand was slashing through his throat.

He finally managed to finish a bowl of corn, even if his stomach was not full, he would not dare to try the second bowl.

Even so, Wang Mingyuan, who was used to eating fine noodles and fine grains, was still caught.

His delicate belly could not digest such rough food at all, so he had accumulated food.

It seemed like a stone was loaded into his stomach, heavy, accompanied by bursts of pain, which made him restless and kept refluxing acid.

The only thing I can do is to keep rubbing my stomach and walk back and forth.

But even so, it still couldn't be eliminated at night, but instead made me exhausted.

So, at night, even though Han Xiaoling used a fine sieve to sift the fine noodles and cooked him a pot of thinner and more mushy, he didn't dare to sip it again, even though he still felt very hungry.

He was very suspicious that if he took it again, his stomach would be even more tragic.

That night, Wang Mingyuan lay on the bed and began to doubt: If this continues, he will probably be tortured to death here.

You have to make some good things, at least you should buy some rice, flour, etc., and you also want to eat meat.

I originally wanted to come back and live some leisurely life. No matter where I go, at least I can't treat myself badly in terms of food.

He began to miss the days when he used to drink beer and eat skewers.

Early the next morning, just as the sky was dawn, Wang Mingyuan knocked on Han Xiaoling's door with his panda eyes and his face turned blue, and said weakly: "Girl, help me buy some good rice and noodles, and cut some meat by the way. If you eat your corn, I may not be able to survive tomorrow."

Han Xiaoling looked embarrassed: "Where can I buy these for you? The villagers' families are almost the same. Is this cornmeal the best food?"

"Go to the supermarket to buy it!"

"Supermarket? Is it a store? It takes 70 or 80 miles to travel? It takes a long time to go back and forth. Besides, you have to have tickets."

Uh...supermarket, I missed it!

"Yes, yes, it's the store... Can you buy it with money?" Wang Mingyuan took out the stack of banknotes from the inner bag of his coat and handed it to Han Xiaoling.

In order to eat, he left behind the idea of ​​using the money to buy old items to make a small profit at the stall.

Han Xiaoling looked at Wang Mingyuan, then looked at the money in his hand, and finally reached out, took out a ten-yuan bill, washed it briefly, and hurriedly left.

Anyway, the task now is to take good care of Wang Mingyuan, and he really can't bear to watch it anymore. However, Han Xiaoling was wondering: Who is he? He even has such a good meal, and I don't know how he lived to this age.
Chapter completed!