Chapter 1327 There are houses deep in the back mountains
Twenty years later.
Song Chunxue is sixty-six years old.
It was the sixth day of the second month of that year, in the spring.
She set her own birthday, and every year on this day she eats a bowl of long noodles.
This year is no exception.
Although I can't recall the last time I celebrated my 66th birthday, I guess I was probably making noodles for myself.
Because in her past life, no one except herself would remember her birthday, let alone her birth date.
This time, she was alone in the small wooden cabin on the back mountain, making noodles for herself.
This is where her master often rests, and it's also the place behind the mountain where she and Master Zhang first met her master. Every time she asked what the mountain was called, her master gave her a different answer each time.
Therefore, she named herself Houshan (meaning "back mountain").
Because her eldest sister married and moved to the back mountain when she was young.
In both her past and present lives, she visited the back mountain only a handful of times.
Now, she plans to live permanently in the back mountain.
Once you stay here, you don't want to leave.
She carried the noodles and walked through the stone path from the kitchen carved out of the cave next to the house to the main house.
She built the main house herself; it's small, but very warm.
For the past twenty years, she has lived alone, but she has never felt that life was so enjoyable.
From the initial shallow cave to the current thatched courtyard with two small houses and a woodshed, there is also a small mountain spring well that she dug herself outside the courtyard.
The well was very clear. She used a large blue stone she had picked up from nearby to carve out a large pit for washing vegetables and clothes.
Walking up the path to the right of the yard, there are two acres of wasteland that she cultivated herself. Now, she has turned it into fertile land, and every year she grows her own potatoes, vegetables, and corn.
In the valley to the left, there are several terraced fields scattered about, with herbs, chives and scallions, as well as pumpkins and various wildflowers. Last year's chrysanthemums were the best grown, and she even specially picked a large bunch to send to her master.
"Thump."
She placed the pickled vegetables on the stone table in the courtyard, sat down, and used long bamboo chopsticks to stir the fried egg noodles on the tea stove.
Over the past twenty years, she has rarely gone down the mountain and has gradually stopped eating meat.
So today's noodles with minced meat sauce don't have any meat. The sauce is made by stir-frying diced potatoes, carrots, and tofu. The tofu was a New Year's gift that Master Zhang bought for her before the New Year, and now there's only one piece left.
"Sizzle sizzle~"
The sesame oil-fried powder sizzled in the porcelain basin, and the aroma attracted Little White and Stubborn Donkey.
A little white ball of fluff darted down the path and, with graceful steps, gently jumped onto Song Chunxue's lap.
She smiled, adjusted the position to make Xiaobai more comfortable squatting, placed the porcelain basin on the stone table with both hands, then placed the teapot containing astragalus, codonopsis, and black tea on the tea stove, and added a piece of charcoal.
The stubborn donkey circled around and found two clean carrots in the distance. It picked them up and walked into the woods on its own.
Song Chunxue didn't pay him any attention. After all, this mountain was his territory and his home. For the past twenty years, he had been more at ease here than anyone else. Every day, after he had had enough fun, he would come and sleep on the low kang (a heated brick bed).
One advantage of horses with a good temperament is that they don't poop or poop indiscriminately, making them easy to clean up.
However, the stubborn donkey still prefers to sleep on the meadow made of wheat straw, replacing it with a new batch every year, which is quite particular.
Song Chunxue took a sip of the spicy sorghum liquor before finally picking up her chopsticks to eat noodles, completely satisfied.
"Ahem, are you going to eat it yourselves before we even get there?"
Song Chunxue turned her head in surprise, looking at the roast chicken in Zhang Daoshi's hand, and subconsciously licked her lips, "Why is Senior Brother here?"
Zhang Chengxuan wore a blue and white robe, his black hair was tied up high, and his beard was still as long as it had been twenty years ago, with no difference between them.
The biggest change is that he is now much cleaner, and his whole demeanor is more transparent and elegant, yet as steady as a mountain.
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