my weird life.

Chapter 251 "Dirty Water" (12)

scoff!

The black rice swelled to fill a large coarse porcelain bowl,
Surrounded by cold black water,
It was poured all at once into the oil pan.

A lot of bubbles popped out of the oil pan!

In the churning bubbles,

There were screams that kept ringing out,

A palm covered with fried batter stretched out from the black oil, trying to climb out of the oil pan—at the same time, a cold and strange rhyme rippled in the oil pan, causing the temperature of the oil to drop instantly.
The bubbles bulging on the oil layer all shattered and disappeared!

"Burn the fire, burn the fire!"

Li Yueshan yelled at the dumb girl,

The dumb girl who was in a daze came back to her senses, buried her head and kept filling the stove with firewood,
The gloomy stove was once again reddened by the flames,

The oil pan is hot again!

咣 咣 咣!
The fat old man rounded his arms and slapped the hand protruding from the oil pan violently with the spatula clenched tightly in his hand.

At the same time, from the bib in front of the leather apron, he took out a row of wooden or iron bottles and cans,

Picked out an iron can,

Unscrew the jar with one hand,

Sprinkled some black powder into the pan!
call!
The moment the powder is sprinkled into the pot,

A ball of hot fire spewed out from the stove under the firewood pot, almost burning the dumb girl's eyebrows,
She subconsciously stepped back,

Look again at those red eyes,
I saw that the flame in the stove seemed to gather into a chicken egg,
Inside the egg, there is a black figure who is constantly beating the outer wall of the egg,
Make the whole flame egg tremble,

This tremor linked the iron pot,

The temperature in the iron pot rose sharply——

bang
A ferocious fire ignited in the iron pan!

"what--"

A miserable scream resounded from the large amount of air bubbles bulging in the oil pan,

Those bubbles rise to the extreme as the oil temperature rises,

They all diminished,
The hand that stretched out from the frying pan, covered in batter, fell powerlessly into the frying pan,

Covered in layers of black oil,
Gradually devour it.

There is nothing to be seen under the dark oil,

Li Yueshan wiped the sweat from his forehead, then continued to sprinkle colorful powder into the oil pan,

Then stir the spatula into the oil,

Start flipping hard!
The black oil is stirred and swirled,
into a vortex,

Grease dwindles in this rotation,
keeps decreasing,

until it disappears completely.

On the bottom of the clean and refreshing firewood pot lay a colorful thing in the shape of broad beans,

People who love to eat hot kidney must know,
the shape of this thing,

Not much different from pork loin.

Li Yueshan looked at the spatula with a bent handle that he had slapped with distress - he hadn't earned 'firewood' since he became the stove owner, and the guy who worked would have to pay for it.

but,

At the cost of a spatula that was almost ineffective,

Finally, he gained a lot.

"Shui Zang, with this one, the five elements and five internal organs are all alive!" Li Yueshan looked at the 'Shui Zang' at the bottom of the pot, and smiled again.

He put the leather glove on his left hand on his right,

The right hand is wrapped in two layers of gloves,
Then stretched out his right hand,

Picking up the limp and elastic 'waist-shuidirty',
Carried the dirty water to the spout of the clay pot,
The fat old man held his breath,
Hold the dirty water in your hand,

Squeeze hard - I hope this water dirty will not consume too much frying oil,
If you set the five internal organs of the gods,

Before God invited back, he used up all the fried oil,
Then he has to find other stove masters to borrow some—the problem is that this kind of old oil has housekeeping methods in it, so it won't be easily caught by the outside world.
I can't borrow the fried oil,

Can't open the temple,
The stove must fall!

Whoa!

As Li Yueshan clenched his palms tightly, a large amount of jet-black grease overflowed from his fingers, staining the gloves mottled.
The dark frying oil keeps falling into the clay pot,
Li Yueshan watched the oil pouring into the clay pot continuously,

In my heart, I always count how much fat has been filled in the clay pot,

After about a minute,

'Shui Dirty' can no longer squeeze out a trace of fried oil.

He wrapped the 'water dirty' in a cloth and put it on the stove. First, he moved the clay pot with both hands, weighed it, and grinned - frying this water bottle, not only did not cause the frying oil to be lost, but also [-]% more than before!
Something weird like a fat pig,
rich in fat,

Throw it into the oil pan and fry it, but it will be soaked and fried to produce a lot of fat.

These fats have also become fried oil.

This kind of "fat cunning" is a kind of cunning that all kitchen owners are very happy to meet.

Li Yueshan was lucky this time,
Just ran into a 'fat trick'.

He moved the clay pot under the table, and found a wooden box,

There are already four groups of things wrapped in cloth inside.

Now put the packaged 'water dirty' into the box, and there is a 'complete set of internal organs' inside.

put away the box,

Li Yueshan smiled at the dumb girl behind the stove and said, "Go and rest in the temple, the work is done, I'll just come and watch over here!"

The dumb girl pointed to the stove,
Tell Li Yueshan, do you still need to continue to burn the stove?
he shook his head,

Pointing to the temple behind the bamboo forest,
Think about it,
He shook his hand again, telling her not to burn firewood, but to sit and rest on the side saddle.

The fat old man burned another stove by himself,

Dig a spoonful of lard and heat it up,
Take a piece of pickles in the jar and chop it up, throw it into the oil pan and explode it,
At last,
Throw the rest of the crispy rice into the pot,
Feel free to stir fry a few times.

out of the pot.

A bowl of delicious lard fried rice was brought to the mute girl by him: "After eating, move around before going to sleep."

The dumb girl is holding oily fried rice,

The nostrils are filled with the aroma of lard.

She froze,

bowed to Li Yueshan,
He took the bowl of fried rice and ate it.

-

Downstairs of the wooden signboard in Tanjiacun, Su Wu put away a rough porcelain bowl filled with harvested soul rice,
Insert a lit incense,
Green smoke curls.

He turned and left,

Get into a broken house not far from the wooden archway.

The four walls of the house are built with earth, and the wooden beams of the roof are still there, but a few rafters are missing, including the piece of thatched shed that the rafters took over.

The cold wind poured into the room along the large hole that had been vacated.

"Gollum—"

The boy curled up in the corner - Gou Sheng rubbed his stomach,
He was a little hungry.

Su Wu, who had covered the broken wooden door, went back to the corner, and was hearing the growl from the boy's stomach, and asked with a smile, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes." The boy nodded without embarrassment.

This age is the time to eat,
Although the meal I ate in the evening was the most hungry,
But the boy ran all the way,
I was frightened again, and all the food in my stomach was consumed due to excessive consumption.

"I can't find anything to eat now,
Let's talk about it when we go back during the day," Su Wu said to the boy while observing the movement of the wooden archway through the broken window in front.

The country's situation has fallen to a certain extent,
The problems caused by people's poor livelihood and lack of resources are unimaginable for future generations.

If you go around the modern countryside,
Not to mention food everywhere,

But basically you can find something edible, so you won't be hungry.

Like watermelons in a melon field,

Soil potatoes, sweet potatoes,

Also relatively tender and sweet corn and so on.

But in the era that Su Wu lived in,

None of these foods exist.
In the crop field, the wheat seedlings have just grown,
In the wild forest around, I seldom heard a single bird call, and the idea of ​​hunting was even more unrealistic.
Food can only rely on the little food at home,
If there is no food in the house,
So I looked for relatives and friends to help,

If you don't even have relatives and friends,
Just go begging from house to house,

If you can't even beg for food,

So I had no choice but to shrink in the corner and wait to die!
Su Wu has only stayed in this era for two or three days now,

Faintly aware that Master's stove team is facing the biggest survival dilemma of 'food shortage',

But to change this dilemma,

But it can't be done overnight.

The most important thing right now,
Or learn all the methods used by the Stove King Sect to imprison Li Gui,
And the planting and cultivation methods of "shouhun rice" and so on.

"Yes, brother." Gou Sheng thought of Grandpa Zhang Zao and said, when they go back tomorrow morning, they will be able to eat freshly stewed pheasant, and their mouths immediately started to salivate crazily.

If you can eat meat every day,
Even if you have to walk this way every night,
meet weird,
So what?
The dog's leftover thoughts swirled.

Su Wu who was next to him looked at the wooden archway for a while, then retracted his body, and said to Gou Sheng: "There is something strange coming, but don't be afraid, it just stays here for a look and then leaves, don't talk to it,

see what it does,
You also pretend not to see it. "

The little boy's eyes instantly became panicked,

Just now I was thinking in my mind, if I could eat meat every day, the idea that I would not be afraid of seeing strange things all night disappeared!

His heart was pounding,
Su Wu couldn't help but get closer.

Su Wu patted his shoulder and slowed down his breathing.

outside the door,

A gust of wind blows the dust from the ground,
In the hood of dust and smoke,
Stepping out of an old lady with tiny feet,
'She' opened a pair of gray eyes, scanning the deserted village, suddenly——it heard voices coming from a mud house,
Two little feet striding forward on the road,
It wobbles as it walks,
The joints of the arms and legs are tense,
like a man on stilts,

Always pay attention to your feet,
prevent stepping on the ground,
Sprained his foot and fell to the ground!
but,

Though it walks shaky,
The speed is not slow at all,

Step out with your front foot, step up with your back foot,
In the blink of an eye, they approached the door of the earthen house where Su Wu and Gou Sheng lived.
Tuk Tuk Tuk!
It knocked lightly on the door.

The woman's thin and gentle voice came out from the crack of the door: "You son of a bitch, open the door for mother, mother is here to see you..."

listen to this voice,

Gou Rang's eyes suddenly became frightened!
This is the voice of his dead mother!

in the middle of the night,
Whoever hears this voice,

will only close the door more tightly,
How can the door be opened?
Even though Gou Sheng is still a child, he is not a fool, how could he be fooled by that creepy one outside the door?
Therefore, he only had frightened eyes, but he didn't intend to get up and open the door.

"My son,
My son, don't you even want to see your mother?
My mother misses you below! "

The dog's left eye circles are reddish,

Still unmoved.

"Son, my heartless son..."

"It's so cold down there..."

"Mother ate the last handful of rice for you,
you heartless,
Don't you even want to open the door for your mother and let her come in to keep warm? "

(End of this chapter)