Chapter 82 Jiang Er riding a white horse
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The sunset travels a thousand miles, but the morning glow stays within reach.
In the morning, the sky is full of rosy clouds.
The rosy clouds dissipate, and white clouds gather.
White mist fills the mountains.
The thick mist turns into raindrops.
It's raining.
Sitting in the cave, listening to the sound of rain.
Swish, rustle, ding-dong, ding-dong.
It's like a symphony.
It is said that the reason why listening to the sound of rain helps people fall asleep is because our ancestors lived in caves, and when they heard the sound of rain, they knew they were safe. In heavy rain, wild beasts would not attack, so they could sleep well.
This gene has been passed down to modern times. Although we don't have to worry about wild beast attacks, it is still sweeter to sleep on rainy days.
The cave that has been burning a fire all night is not that humid.
Jiang Yu is washing rice.
When elder sister was washing rice, Jiang Mianmian was naughty beside her and secretly added spiritual spring water.
Father fell twice last night, add some spiritual spring water, come on, father.
Mother went to dig wild vegetables again last night, it was very hard, add
some spiritual spring water, come on, mother. Brother practiced sword for half the night last night, it was very hard, add some spiritual spring water, come on, brother.
Elder sister talked a lot in her sleep last night and named a lot of dishes, it was very hard, add some spiritual spring water, come on, elder sister.
She also wants to do it, she feels that she can stand up by holding the wall if she crawls a little more, she also wants to do it.
Jiang Mianmian was mumbling and adding spiritual spring water very seriously.
In the eyes of the family, little Mianmian was a mess, sitting softly with legs crossed beside the pottery pot, with her chubby hands playing with water, her hands were even in the pottery pot, and she was mumbling something in her mouth, she looked so serious, so cute.
Jiang Yu asked, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Mianmian said seriously, "Come on."
Jiang Yu couldn't help but kiss his sister's little face and pulled her hand out of the pottery jar.
"Silly girl. There is no oil. Oil is expensive. This is fine grain. Fine grain is fragrant even without oil."
There was no water source in the cave. The water was fetched by A Niang. Although Jiang Yu had soaked his sister's little hand, he did not pour out the water. He took it to the fire to boil.
Jiang Yu stewed the rice. She felt happy when she thought that she could eat fine grain again. If she could eat fine grain every day on the run, she would want to run away every day.
Qin Luoxia took out the pickled wild vegetables she brought. This was also made by her after the conditions were good. With salt, she made those wild grasses into pickled vegetables that went well with rice.
There was rotten and sticky wild onions in it.
Jiang Mianmian felt that what her mother made was a bit like natto. She couldn't understand what it was. She had never eaten it, and it was not her turn to make this recipe.
The family had a delicious breakfast.
Jiang Feng, Jiang Yu, and Qin Luoxia all thought that fine grains were delicious.
Pickles with salt must also be delicious.
Jiang Changtian thought that as long as he was with his family, everything would be delicious.
Jiang Mianmian slowly swung the wooden spoon and poured it into her mouth one spoonful at a time. Occasionally, a little rice would fall out, and Jiang Xiaoshu would squat on the ground to wait.
Jiang Xiaoshu ate the rice residue that fell out immediately and swept it clean.
Of course, if there were small insects close to Mianmian, it would eat them quickly.
This is also the reason why Jiang Mianmian was not bothered by mosquitoes even though she was in the wild. Her fair and tender skin was not bitten at all.
There is no such thing as a peaceful life when running for life. However, there is an army of ants carrying the burden for her.
Especially when it rains, centipedes and poisonous insects want to crawl in, but they are all carried away by the ants at the entrance of the cave.
The cave is clean and Mianmian can crawl around.
After breakfast.
The heavy rain outside the cave turned into light rain.
The sound of birds, insects, and water drops, everything is full of vitality.
People hiding in the mountains walked towards the village carefully.
In this cold winter, hiding in the mountains without food and water can also kill people.
People always miss home, even if it is just a thatched hut, it is still home. No matter where you are, you will miss the smell of home.
It was drizzling.
The spider webs on the road were heavy and dotted with crystal water droplets.
Jiang Mianmian and her family also packed up and walked towards the village.
At night, Jiang Mianmian felt that the place was very far away, but it seemed that she arrived very quickly during the day.
Along the way, looking at the tall trees and dense forests, the environment felt really good.
It may also be her baby's perspective, everything seemed particularly tall.
I felt that her face was slowly getting wet, and I didn't know if she was walking in the mist.
The trees and grass in the forest were wet, and the road was very slippery. After walking for a while, the adults' trousers and legs were all wet.
Dad was on horseback, Jiang Mianmian was on Mom's back, Jiang Yu and Jiang Feng walked by themselves.
The group walked through the dense forest. After walking for a while, the trees gradually became sparse, and they were almost at the village.
The forest near the village has people coming every day, and there are not many weeds.
When Jiang Mianmian's family was about to get home, they saw a lot of people gathered at the door.
None of them went into the house, because there were a lot of ants surrounding the door of Jiang Laoer's house, so dense that they were crawling on the lintel.
The ancients were superstitious and would not easily touch a situation they did not understand.
The leader of those squatting at the door was the old fifth uncle who had talked to Jiang Changtian at the village entrance that day.
The old fifth uncle watched Jiang Laoer's family of five come out of the mountain, and watched Jiang Laoer sitting on the white horse. From a distance, he looked like a legendary immortal.
The one walking in front was Feng's mother, who was strong and tall, carrying a hoe and holding a fat baby in her arms.
Jiang Laoer rode a white horse and walked behind, with a white face and long flowing hair.
Behind him was Yu Jieer, who was banging and beating with a wooden stick and jumping around.
The last one to walk was Feng Geer, who was carrying a basket. They had dug a basket of wild vegetables when they fled into the mountains, and they knew how to live.
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