Little Zhuangtou and the Great General

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The old man's clothes were obviously too big, and they dangled on Shen Miao's body. The old man found him a straw rope as a belt to fix it, and the rustic look was clearly evident. Shen Miao didn't care, but found it very novel. With the washed shoes on and the washed clothes in one hand, he happily walked along the broken ridge with bare feet.

The old man was carrying the bowls and chopsticks, and followed behind step by step.

Yang Xingfeng, who had been peeking at him, was obviously stunned. He had seen Liu Nianlang many times. He was arrogant and indifferent in the open, elegant and attractive in demeanor, but he was aggressive in the dark, and his groans were captivating.However, he had never seen such a sunny and happy side.

To be honest, Yang Xingfeng likes the current Liu Nianlang better than those faces.

But...Yang Xingfeng smiled, his heart should not be confused, this person is too good at pretending, he will follow his way if he is not careful.

Shen Miao followed the old man to his house, and the old man tied a straw rope to Shen Miao in the open space outside the house, letting him dry his clothes in the sun, and then went into the house to look for sauce.

Shen Miao did so, and after finishing, sat in front of the old man's house, drying his hair, and just now while the water was still clean, he also washed his hair.

The old man picked up some grass in one hand, and came out with a clay pot in the other hand, handed the pot to Shen Miao, then sat down next to Shen Miao, and rubbed the grass.

Shen Miao carefully opened the pot, and removed the bamboo leaves covering it, and a familiar fragrance came over her face.It is homemade soybean paste. His grandmother often made it when he was a child. Generally, soy sauce is rarely bought in the countryside. The color of the sauce is made from this soybean paste. Sometimes the old man will put some bamboo shoots in it. Torn out one by one horizontally, Shen Miao couldn't help drooling just thinking about it.

The old man couldn't help laughing: "Is it so delicious?"

Shen Miao nodded sharply: "Of course, if you cover the old man with bamboo shoots, it will be even more delicious."

The old man obviously paused, and Shen Miao wondered: "What?" The old man then put down the grass in his hand, went in and took a pair of chopsticks, put them into the clay pot, and brought something out to feed Shen Miao.

Shen Miao opened her mouth to eat, and her eyes lit up immediately. It turned out to be the old man Sun: "Wow, so old man, you like this."

The old man handed the chopsticks to Shen Miao, lowered his head and continued rubbing the grass.

Shen Miao looked at the chopsticks unsatisfied, and really wanted to eat some more, but there is a shortage of food here, it is not easy for the old man to make such a little sauce, so it is better not to eat it.Unexpectedly, the old man said: "Try some more if you like it, now is the season of bamboo shoots, you can dig."

"Digging bamboo shoots?" Shen Miao was surprised, "Can bamboo shoots still grow here?"

"There isn't one in Huangjian'ao Village, but there is one in the next door village if you walk a little further," said the old man.

"Wouldn't it be said to go to the next door to dig?" Shen Miao remembered that when she was a child, the bamboo gardens of her grandmother's house were divided into households, and the farmers were very careful about their own bamboo shoots, and they would not remember wrongly no matter how many they grew.

"Of course it will be said, but even if they knew it was stolen by people from Huangjian'ao Village, they would not dare to come in."

"That's right." Shen Miao smiled, as soon as she came in, she would be foolishly treated as the head of the farm, and might even die, so she said, "Then can I dig?"

"Anyone can do it, that is..." Old Han paused, pointing to the steep hill not far away, "Without help, can you climb over by yourself?"

Shen Miao scratched her head, there was no one to help her, not to mention turning over, and she didn't know the way, so she had to lower her head, but she couldn't be reconciled after thinking about it, so she raised her head and gestured for the route up the mountain.

The old man shook his head: "The soil on the top of the mountain is very loose, and there are pits all over the ground below. If you don't stop thinking, you will fall down. You'd better not think too much about it."

Shen Miao bowed her head unwillingly when she heard the words.

The old man smiled, finished the work at hand, and handed the woven straw sandals to Shen Miao: "Here, wear these first, the roads here are deserted, so it's not suitable for bare feet."

Shen Miao was stunned, quite touched, the old man not only provided food, but also carefully made straw sandals for him, he didn't know how to thank the old man.

The old man ignored Shen Miao's gratitude: "The sun is high, I want to sleep for a while."

Shen Miao remembered that the old man had the habit of taking a nap, so he hurriedly returned the clay pot to the old man: "You go, I'll go and see the horse and Dendrobium."

The old man nodded: "Remember to eat snails at night." Then he entered the house and closed the door.

The author has something to say: It’s finally finished, Mina-san is sorry for TAT, the previous one was completely out of control, and now it’s back on track, and it won’t be repaired in the future.