"A little more to the right. Be careful, the tiles under your feet are not strong. Don't fall."
He Ruixue looked up and handed the wooden board to Jiang Yanxu who was changing the tiles on the roof while giving him instructions.
With no spare tiles to fill the holes, they had to tear down one piece of brick to patch up another.
Some of the denser tiles in the main hall were pulled out, making that area as sparse as a middle-aged man suffering from hair loss. The gaps are a little larger, but it is enough to shelter from wind and rain.
"Don't worry, even though I can't fly over rooftops or walls, if I could fall off this small roof, my master would come back overnight and sever the master-disciple relationship with me, and would no longer acknowledge that he taught me the skills of my legs."
Jiang Yanxu stood on the roof and walked back and forth a few times with light steps.
He moved nimbly, like a sparrow hopping on flat ground, walking on the tiles like a balance beam.
No, walking on the dilapidated roof was more dangerous than walking on wood, but he could walk as if it were flat ground.
He Ruixue had no time to admire it. "Alright, I know you're amazing. Hurry up and fix the roof. I'm hungry, and we haven't had breakfast yet."
"Right away."
After placing the last tile, Jiang Yanxu jumped off the roof.
The long hem of his robe slowed down a body length, forming a fan of white feathers behind him, and the wide sleeves of his robe retracted like wings, hanging down naturally and neatly.
If I really had to use a bird to describe Jiang Yanxu, it would definitely be the red-crowned crane.
The drums and pens fly and soar, swiftly and powerfully, wandering freely in the blue sky, and every move reveals an ethereal aura that transcends the mundane.
Returning to the kitchen, He Ruixue began to worry as she looked at the empty stove.
They got up very early today, washed up quickly and came to repair the roof, so they had no time to prepare food.
The staple food they brought was enough, but drinking porridge alone was not enough.
It was autumn and many weeds were old, so they ran to the place where they had placed the fish basket yesterday to check.
We only caught two whitebait about ten centimeters long and a few thumb-sized wheatear fish, which were not enough to make a whole dish.
There is no way. The stream is too shallow and clear, and even slightly larger fish are unwilling to come.
These kinds of fish were destined not to grow big, but Jiang Yanxu didn't think it was too little. He found a bowl to put them in and moved the fish basket to another place.
It doesn’t matter if there are no wild vegetables and we can’t catch any animals for the time being, as there will always be food no matter what is lacking in the mountains.
Jiang Yanxu turned his head and stared at the large area next to him. It is said that there are three treasures in the forest: bamboo shoots, bamboo rats and bamboo worms.
They had eaten bamboo rats yesterday, and the bamboo shoots were out of season long ago, leaving only bamboo worms.
He took a hatchet to find the diseased bamboo joint and cut it open. He saw more than a dozen round, fat white insects lying in the hollow bamboo.
It is about the same length as a thumb, and has eaten away the inside of the bamboo joint, leaving it with pits and holes that would make most people's scalps tingle when they see it.
He Ruixue had seen the world in her previous life. She had experienced things that were considered heavy in flavor by ordinary people, such as live pearls, earthworm jelly, and whole insect banquet.
How should I describe the taste? I don’t hate it, but I can’t say I like it either.
After all, she has always been indifferent to the wet taste and always feels embarrassed.
But she also loves fried scorpions and fried silkworm pupae. They are crispy and have a unique aroma. Sprinkled with chili powder and pepper salt, they are so delicious that people can instantly ignore their raw materials.
After asking her if she could accept it, Jiang Yanxu adopted an approach that she would like.
Deep-frying definitely wouldn't work because there wasn't enough oil, so he settled for the next best thing and fry the small fish with their guts squeezed out and the processed bamboo worms in a pan.
Fry until both sides are golden brown, then add wild onions freshly picked from the mountains and spicy dogwood and stir-fry together. When the high temperature is stimulated, the strong and overbearing aroma bursts out immediately.
Bamboo worms are more tender than bamboo rats, and have a stronger bamboo fragrance. They are unexpectedly delicious and not at all surprising.
After breakfast, He Ruixue had nothing to do, so she suggested taking a walk in the mountains.
After they went around the cliff behind, they could see a new mountain road with dense forests on both sides and shrubs interspersed between the tall trees.
If you want to eat snakeberries, mulberries, jujubes, etc., you can pick them at will. There are many signs that they have been eaten by birds.
She also found several hawthorn trees on the hillside, with lush green leaves and clusters of red fruits.
The leaves are small and round, and at the end of each thin branch hang more than a dozen fruits, which are very abundant.
Wild hawthorn is also called southern hawthorn, and is smaller than the varieties cultivated in later generations.
The fruit is more orange-red, not dark red, and tastes much more sour and astringent, with more residue in the flesh.
Seeing the tree, He Ruixue couldn't help but drool and asked him, "Can you make hawthorn cake?"
Jiang Yanxu understood what she was thinking, so he wouldn't let her down. "Yes, I can make not only hawthorn cake, but also fruit jelly. It just so happens that I brought a bag of candy this time. I'll make it for you when I get back."
Having said that, without waiting for her to say she wanted to eat, Jiang Yanxu rolled up his sleeves and ran to pick fruit.
He Ruixue went forward to help him. They both picked larger and redder fruits. They couldn't eat too many, so they only picked half a basket.
They made a small detour, and returned by another route through the woods, where they encountered a chestnut tree with many of its thorn balls bursting. They picked a good number of fully ripe ones and filled their backpacks with the rest before returning.
When they were almost home, they heard rustling sounds in the woods. Jiang Yanxu put his arms in front of her and whispered "hush".
Then he slowly squatted down, picked up a small stone with a sharp corner from the ground, exerted force with his wrist, and the stone shot out like a dart.
The sound of flapping wings was heard, and then everything returned to calm.
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