"When he finds mushrooms along the road, he picks them and puts them in plastic bags! You heard from Xu An's family that those 'ghost-fearing mushrooms' are really spicy; what happens if you put mushrooms with them...?"
As the only one among the eight with a good sense of place, Hezibao saw from afar the villagers outside the village holding their rice bowls, standing at the village entrance, eating and looking around.
"Xu An, you're not far from Li Laowu, are you?" Yan Fu interrupted Hezibao's eloquent introduction and asked weakly.
Knowing that they would arrive at Li Laowu's place in less than ten minutes, Cao Huan closed his eyes with worry and began to doze off.
I carefully brought the sugar syrup to my lips and took a sip. The day's fatigue melted away in the warm, sweet liquid. I picked up a spoon and scooped in an egg. In just two seconds, the delicate yolk was completely soaked in the sugar syrup, melting into my mouth with a soft, fluffy texture...
The man's explanation sounded reasonable and plausible. Although Lao Zhou found it strange, he just laughed it off and didn't take it to heart.
As the sun sets, an eight-wheeled vehicle carrying eight people travels swiftly along a country dirt road, with long blades of grass brushing against their faces from time to time.
There were many people heading down the mountain early in the morning to pick mushrooms. Along the way, Zhang Dezhen encountered four groups of people heading down the mountain. These people were from distant villages. Behind him, he also saw villagers who had seen Li Laowu.
"What do you need the bag for?" Zhang Dezhen looked at the bag in his hand, puzzled.
"How many mushrooms did you pick?" The man asked routinely, only to then notice that Cao Huanli's basket contained seven useful "Ghostly Sorrow" chili pepper trees. He immediately asked curiously, "Zhang Dezhen, what is he digging up those Ghostly Sorrow peppers for?"
“Your mother said that the Party Secretary had arranged a bad room for us, so you brought Mr. Xu and us here.” After saying this, Hezibao introduced the identities of both parties: “That’s Li Qixin, the Party Secretary of Caohuanli Village, and that’s Mr. Xu, who later bought the Guijianchou chili peppers.”
In that comfortable atmosphere, he should have slept soundly until dawn. Perhaps he drank too little chicken soup at dinner, because a urination woke Cao Huan from his deep sleep.
After the meal, Hezibao, following his mother's instructions, took a flashlight and escorted Yanfu and the other person to the entrance of the village office.
Hey! Found it!
Before thanking them, Yanfu shifted his attention from the villagers' clamor to the bowl of sweet soup in his hand.
"Do you know where it is? That thing is hard to find, why don't we go ask Xu An's wife how to grow it?" Zhang Dezhen's wife also lowered her voice and replied.
"Xu An is back!"
The reddish-brown sugar water turned golden under the setting sun, and the jet-black eggs floated in the bowl like the setting sun on the horizon. A simple bowl of brown sugar water seemed to contain the whole world.
Although the sugar water tasted terrible, all Yanfu could think about at that moment were numbers.
"Hey, make way, make way! You're carrying a bowl of sweet soup, make way, don't spill it!"
"Auntie, just use it. That dish is really bad. You must be tired from the long bus ride, and you really hate eating bad food!"
Just as everyone was arguing, a woman carrying a white earthenware bowl squeezed her way from the front of the crowd to the back, without spilling a single drop of the sweet syrup that filled the bowl.
Normally, the meal would be eaten in a very polite atmosphere.
"Everyone's still eating, right? Auntie's cooking stewed meat today. Xu An, if you want to bring the bosses over to Auntie's for a meal, please do!"
Zhang Dezhen threw the plastic bag into his basket, then ate a piece of bread and drank some water as he walked out of the mountain.
Tsk, you've only had a few bad days, and you're already getting sentimental.
“They must be very tired after such a long drive. After we eat, let Xu An take them to rest.” After saying that, He Zibao’s mother turned to He Zibao and instructed him, “He knows where the village office is, right? He will take Boss Xu and us there after we eat. Consider this a good way to digest before the meal.”
Yanfu quickly put down his chopsticks and stopped Hezibao's mother, who was about to walk into the house. Seeing her suspicious look, Yanfu had no choice but to pick up his chopsticks and shovel down two mouthfuls of rice and a small piece of pork belly before he could dissuade Hezibao's mother from cooking another vegetable dish.
I'm experiencing some writer's block and need to organize my thoughts. One update today (?_?)
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