Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The crisp autumn world is very suitable for traveling. The leaves have fallen half, but the bare tree is not yet desolate. There have been two autumn rains, but it is not yet cold, and the wind is blowing, bringing a bit of summer In the rare coolness, the wind and the clear sky, the lush vegetation in the mountains exudes the unique and graceful atmosphere of autumn.

This is a forest area, and a whole mountain range stretches backwards. At the foot of the mountain, an area has been developed for tourists to go camping and hiking, leaving as little as possible artificial traces while ensuring safety.

There is nothing more beautiful than nature. The trembling yellow leaves on the trees, the squirrels and birds poking their heads between the branches, Dansha and Jack ran ahead hand in hand, and occasionally found a small flower that was still tenaciously open in early autumn. Then she stopped and marveled again and again, as if she had seen something extremely surprising. Today, Dansha combed her hair into two braids, and the red ribbon tied at the end went up and down with her running movements. Like two butterflies dancing.

"Don't run too far." Wu Cong yelled, and stepped on the nails that fixed the tent into the soil neatly. Hotch silently stuffed the hammer that was half out of the tool bag back, and handed the other nail to the ground. To Wu Cong.

Wu Cong has never set up a tent by himself. Although he looked confident and cheerful when he bought it the day before yesterday, his eyes were darkened when he did it himself. It was only thanks to Hotch's guidance that he managed to build a tent that can be used normally. .

Don't ask me where the instruction manual went. On the night I bought the tent, two crazy little guys almost tore down the apartment. It is normal to lose a manual for no reason.

Wu Cong took out the quilt and pillow from the car and handed it to Hotch to spread it in the tent. The two good Daddys obviously have no resistance to children's starry eyes, so when Hotch's old tent can still be used normally, they I still bought a new oversized tent that can allow several people to sleep in it at the same time without being crowded.

Hotch buried himself in spreading the quilt, while Wu Cong took out a few cans of medicinal powder and sprinkled them evenly around the tent. In autumn, insects and snakes are not as active as in summer, but it has rained several times in a row recently, so it is better to sprinkle insect repellent for peace of mind. Some.

There are also medicines to repel animals. The most indispensable thing in autumn is to forage for wild animals for the winter.

The two children played around the campsite. There were no people around here, and most of the animals were small things that did not threaten people.

trees!little flower!Small animals!

For Dansha and Jack, who have lived in the steel jungle almost as long as they can remember, these are definitely more exciting than amusement parks.

The two adults set up the camp in an orderly manner with a clear division of labor. The tent, barbecue grill, and bonfire were all in good shape. Hotch lit a fire to deal with sundries, and Wu Cong took some pre-processed vegetables and meat racks to brush seasoning on the grill.

They set off early in the morning, and now the sun is shining brightly, and it will be eleven o'clock in half an hour. Although the two children in the car have eaten a lot of snacks and are not hungry yet, the two adults can Haven't eaten yet.

Dansha and Little Jack discovered a new fun under the tree. The two children squatted together with their little heads together, watching a few ants fight a white fleshy worm.

Of course they didn't know what this bug was, so they called it a caterpillar according to the similar illustrations they had seen in the encyclopedia. A few ants with big black heads and carapaces were surrounding the bug, trying to lift it up. Take it back to your lair.

Although the white caterpillar is small, it is as long as the two little knuckles of cinnabar. Obviously, such a few ants cannot do it, so a few small ants called more small ants to surround the white caterpillar and work harder. Want to move it back.

The battle was very fierce, and the two sides were at a stalemate, but the two children took different positions on this matter.

Little Jack felt that the white caterpillar was too pitiful, and wanted to catch it and take it to other places, but Dansha thought that if the caterpillar was taken away, the ants would be hungry, and then the little ants in the ant hole would also die. It is not more pitiful to be hungry.

The caterpillar and the ant were in a stalemate, and neither Dansha nor Little Jack could convince the other, so they could only look at each other angrily, as if whoever stared longer would win.

During the period, Hotch passed by here picking up firewood, and couldn't help smiling when he saw the two children staring at each other, and quietly walked in that direction without making a sound.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Hotch walking back with a smile on his face, Wu Cong knew that he must have seen something interesting.

"It's awkward." Hotch said, "Let them solve it themselves." Unless it is a necessary principled issue, it is better for adults not to participate in children's affairs, otherwise the original small fights are likely to become annoying. Big headache.

Wu Cong shrugged noncommittally, and handed the grilled sausage to Hotch for him to taste.

On sunny days, it is not difficult for them to find some common topics while eating barbecue while enjoying the sunshine and breeze.

Opened two bottles of beer, took out the washed fruit, Wu Cong took out the half-burned black iron and continued to burn it, and threw some firewood into it to make a bonfire. Because of the nature of the flame, the temperature was not very high. Standing on the edge can't feel any warmth.

After Hotch moved two folding chairs out, he temporarily took over Wu Cong's barbecue work. He is not good at cooking, but the barbecue is still good. At least it can be cooked without burning. Wu Cong got out of the barbecue and started. Process the fruit in the crisper, cut strawberries into slices and stick them on the glass bowl wall, smash apples, orange juice, pears and milk into the glass bowl with a cooking machine, and pour a layer of yogurt on top. The finished product is comparable to TV The model in the ad.

Wu Cong wiped his hands, chopped up the leftover fruit scraps and inserted them into the fork, and held up the remaining two boxes of yogurt: "Do you want it?"

Hotch shook his head, "No."

So Wu Cong put the fruit plate on the grill, stirred the remaining yogurt and drank it.

At this time, the dispute between the two children on the other side seemed to have come to an end. Dansha felt that it was too pitiful for the little ants to be eaten, and little Jack felt that it was too pitiful for the little white caterpillar to be eaten, so they were not arguing at first. I tried hard to convince the other party for a while, but after being fruitless, I didn't want to quarrel with the little friend I liked, so I had to squat together and rack my brains to find a way to get the best of both worlds.

"Yes!" Little Jack clapped his hands and shouted, "We can go to Daddy to bring some food for the little ants, so that they won't be hungry!"

Dansha's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "That's right! You are so smart!"

As she spoke, she leaned over and kissed little Jack on the cheek, then jumped up and ran towards the campsite with a smile on her face, "Let's go back quickly to get some food. I remember Alang brought super delicious biscuits!"

Little Jack nodded vigorously, stood up while grabbing Dansha's clothes, one of them lost his footing and fell.

"Are you okay?" Dansha pulled Jack up to help him pat the mud off his clothes, "Are you hurt?"

Little Jack smiled embarrassedly: "The legs are numb."

"I'll lead you away." Dansha held the hand of little Jack, "Let's go!"

Not far away, Wu Cong moved his ears and said with a smile, "The two of them seem to have solved the problem."

Hotch glanced up to see two children walking up hand in hand.

"Daddy, can I have a small biscuit?" Little Jack tugged at the corner of Hotch's shirt, "Otherwise the little ants will be hungry."

On the other side, Dansha was holding onto Wu Cong's arm, opened his mouth and spoke Mandarin with a southern accent, and quickly explained the whole story clearly, and then looked at him expectantly: "Can I feed the little ants biscuits?" ?”

Wu Cong and Hotch have no objection to this. Since the two children are willing to share a few pieces from their biscuit supply to the little ants, this kind of childlike and loving thing should of course be supported. They not only took the biscuits, Also added a few extra pieces of bacon and more than enough fruit.

Regardless of whether the little ants can finish eating, the two children think they can finish eating.

The camp where Wu Cong sprinkled the medicine would not have any wild beasts coming, and there were no people here, so the two adults who had eaten about the same walked behind the children calmly with their hands behind their backs. Vegetation and small animals conduct some simple biological knowledge popularization.

The main force is Hotch. He was surprisingly nerdy in high school. He used to spend a long time searching for a rare baseball team card, and he once soaked in the library to read a thick whole book of animals and plants. encyclopedia.

As for Wu Cong, his knowledge of plants is still 1000 years ago. The huge difference between the plants at that time and the plants now is definitely far beyond your imagination.

At most, he could distinguish the medicinal value and edible value of various plants, but he found a lot of wild vegetables, clumps of which were growing in the ground and no one cared about them. Autumn is not a good time to eat wild vegetables, not too old Even if it has withered, Wu Cong picked up a few flowers that bloomed just right, and said with a smile that the stamen tasted as sweet as honey.

Whether it is really as sweet as honey is still open to debate, but Dansha and Little Jack smashed the smell of stamens a few times, and their enthusiasm for finding this small red flower hidden in the leaves is high.

Wu Cong handed a flower to Hotch with a smile: "Don't worry, it's not poisonous." He is still very confident in this regard.

Of course Hotch knew that this was not poisonous. He took the flower in Wu Cong's hand and ate the pistil like the two children. He felt the fleeting sweetness on the tip of his tongue, which was very light, with a little grassy smell. It disappeared before it was too late to taste carefully.

"Dansha told me this before." Wu Cong folded his hands and looked at Dansha's bouncing figure with a smile, "Now I want to tell her again."

He said so lightly, before Hotch could react, he took a few steps forward, "Is this right here?"

"Yeah!" Little Jack nodded, holding the biscuit in his hand and looking for it on the ground for a while, squatting under the tree root and pointing, "Here!"

The small white caterpillars on the ground are still fighting with the ants. Now there are a lot of ants gathered here, and they are still fighting the caterpillars one after another.

"Don't fight, there's something to eat." Little Jack anxiously wanted to reach out his hand to rescue the caterpillar, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Hotch immediately picked him up.

"Daddy?"

"Uncle Hotch?"

Hotch looked solemnly at the small caterpillars on the ground, and poked his feet on the ground full of fallen pine needles, seeing the few caterpillars on the fallen leaves frowning.

"Let's play a game, shall we?" Wu Cong hugged Dansha and said with a smile, "If you can close your eyes and wait until I say yes, you can eat an extra can of ice cream at night, who wants to participate in this game? "

"Me!" The two children raised their hands high.

"Then I'll be the referee." Wu Cong took little Jack from Hotch's arms and shook him, causing a burst of laughter, "The game is starting, everyone close your eyes."

While the child closed his eyes, Hotch took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around his hand, and looked at the fallen pine needles on the ground, then quickly covered the fallen leaves back.

"Call the police immediately," he said.

As expected, he didn't see that the caterpillars on the ground were not caterpillars at all, but corpse maggots.